A Charmed Life - Sex Stories

A Charmed Life

learned a lot my Freshman Year. That was the year I developed breasts. They just kept getting bigger and bigger eventually I wound up a 32D. I hated them at first, they made me feel awkward, and the other girls would tease me about them. Then I discovered the power that it gave me. Men loved them. Something about the sight of these big breasts on my 5ft 4in 100 lbs frame drove them wild. I learned quickly to exploit it. When I had a conference with one of my male teachers, I would go off to the bathroom first and remove my bra sometimes going as far as getting a Coke from the machine and rubbing the cold can against my nipples so they would be nice and hard when I went in to the office. I would leave the top of my blouse open a little and act like a sweet innocent girl and everything would be OK. I would tease the boys in my classes as well but it was never as much fun as teasing the teachers, accidentally brushing against them in the halls, sitting in the front row of the class, and dropping my pencil, bending forward to pick it up... It was a charmed life, until my Senior Year. A few days after my 18th Birthday, I was walking out of the locker room. I had stayed late to swim in the school pool, it was too much trouble to run and you don’t keep my figure without working out, and it was quiet at the school. I stepped out of the locker room and there they were. Eight of my teachers. Mr. Jones, Mr. Walters, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Clark, Mr. France, Mr. Russell, Mr. Taylor and Mr. ...

... Jenks. I smile and said Hi like always but they just glared at me. Mr. Jones walked up and grabbed my hand. We have had enough of your teasing missy; it is time you got yours. I looked at them and I could see it in their eyes, before I could say a word, they grabbed hold of me, and someone was stuffing a sock in my mouth. They picked me up, and carried me off. I tried to break free but they just laughed as I struggled. They carried me into the men’s locker room. I had always been curious about it but I never thought I would see it like this. I calmed myself down, this is all a big joke I kept telling myself, they would let me go any minute. They carried me into the trainer’s room and laid me back on a small table. It was just big enough for me, my head hung off one end, and it barely went to my bottom. They pulled my hands down and I felt them cuff them to the sides of the table. I watched as Mr. Jones walked up with a pair of scissors. He slipped them under my shorts and started cutting them, working right up my side and starting on my shirt. Then he moved to the other side and did the same thing. In a matter of moments, I was naked on the table. I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress. Mr. Jones was standing between my legs, naked. We are sick and tired of all the teasing it is time for you to pay the piper. He moved closer to me, his hand reaching down, slipping a finger into my sex, working it in and out I could feel my body betraying me as the moisture flowed, ...