Erotica Anthology #9

Substitute Teacher

#47

Substitute Teacher

Today they will go on a study trip to the local museum. Trudy is excited to guide her students through the learning facility and teach her new class; even though she is simply just their temporary substitute teacher. She looks forward to the chance of teaching these third graders on the fantastic wonders of

Trudy truly thinks that this is going to be one of the best experience of her life, way too positive for her own good. Little does she know that her students under her care, especially the boys, are preparing to do something impeccably troubling to their new substitute teacher.

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She has her ass arched so way up that she can feel the cold air tickling at her skin. The tight jean skirt that she had especially purchased for this trip has ridden up so high, she can feel the exposed skin of her ass cheeks shivering. Her waist is trapped around the hole. She tries to wiggle herself free from the spot, coming down to nothing. Her ass is too big to pass through the hole when she tries to pull forward, while her breasts are too huge to run pass through that hole again. She is stuck, she has to grasp that reality, but calling out for the staff’s help is just too shameful. No doubt she will be the laughingstock of the entire museum if anyone else learns of this.

Her dear students might have look like little angels at first glance, following her every step and guidance as she led them from their school bus and into the museum premises, but that soon turned south quickly when they decided to disappear from the carefully kneaded group that Trudy had painstakingly arranged. And when they decided to run away, they all scattered to various different direction, running around in circles only for the confused blonde to desperately try to stop all of them at the same time. Or at least she tried to, until a group of boys lead the adult woman towards the staff only area, entering the underdeveloped displays and attractions.

They lured her through the good deal of different equipment that are still on build, all the while with them sticking their tongues out and mocking her for being so slow and being such an old lady (both which Trudy would entirely disagree strongly). She tried to warn them not to run recklessly, afraid that they might jeopardize their safety by running around thoughtlessly while she tried to chase all five of them at the same time. She still had so many other students to retrieve, and she could only briefly recall seeing some of them slipping into the kids-only area before she ducked into the construction site.

In the end, the boys managed to distract her long enough to make her chased after them into a large and intricate half-built attraction, circulating around the premises while they continued to lead her on through the many holes, coils and twists until the boys passed through this one little hole, each little body slipping through the hole effortlessly.

Trudy should have known better than to act recklessly at that point, but she was so worked up in getting them back in line that she charged into it blindly, unaware that her buttocks are too huge to allow her to push through. When she tried to push herself back from the wall hole, it was her breasts’ turn to get her stuck in place. Back and forth, Trudy could not find a way to escape, and ended up being hooked to the spot.

Back to the present time and her current predicament, Trudy eyes each of the children standing around in front of her with cynical eyes, which each of them boys return with equal defiance.

“Try to order us around now,” the one of the kids stick out his tongue insultingly, ridiculing her by making fart noises at the end. They certainly are very attached to their old teacher, to go to such an extent like this as a form of protest, and they clearly have no respect for a newbie such as her.

“Why you little—!” Trudy holds herself before she says something she will regret, before proceeds to throwing daggers at them. None of the boys seem afraid of her at all. In fact, they are look down at her so much to the point that she sees no respect in their eyes.

Though as a teacher, she can not entirely put the blame on them. These boys are only kids in the end; they do not know any better, yet Trudy can not help but to respond to the continues assault until she feels something deep inside her waist starts to tingle.

Wait— What the heck?

Trudy can not see what is going on behind at the other side of the wall, but she can tell that the boys are doing something. Three of them had sneaked back into the construction and caught her backside from the other side. Todd and Brandon are still in front of her, which means that the other three must be Jack, Oliver and Charlie.

The blonde substitute yells for the boys to cut it, but they refuse to stop spanking her ass with whatever it is they are using. What is it? A wood block? A belt? Their hands? Whatever they are doing, Trudy wants them to stop immediately!

It is humiliating enough that they are poking fun at her demise, but these boys just have to add more salt to the wounds by hitting at her backside. It is not like she is in incredible pain or anything; the continues spanking only annoys more than it hurts her. Each stroke of hit causes vibration to travel from the very cheeks of her applebottom down to the rest of her body, including a super sensitive spot in between her legs, where her cleanly shaven labia will brush against in other in friction until sometime wet and equally humiliating begins to trickle down further.

Trudy yells for them to stop, but they just continue on hitting her, making sure to wait for equal interval in between hits to prevent her body to recover from the aftereffects.

When the boys hit her even harder, her body goes out all of the way by thumping hard against the raw surface of the hole, tugging her by the waist back and forth from the resilience gravitation. Her humongous breasts bounce up and down in uneven rhythm as another result, causing one boob to raise while the other lower, and vise versa.

The two other boys in front of her grins sinisterly, the kind that makes Trudy wants to weep. They are just children, but how can they treat her this cruelly? She just wants to teach the class with the great wonders of museum exhibitions, and simply just have some fun with her temporary student. How come it ends up with the teacher being bullied by the students? This is so unfair.

Todd and Brandon each take one giant watermelon-like boob and slam it hard against the wooden wall, causing Trudy’s breasts to bounce around like a basketball. The blonde woman yelps from the collision, feeling the stinging pain radiating from her lumps of flesh. She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress another yelp of pain from escaping from her throat. Maybe if she just stays quiet, they will quickly lose interest and stop bullying her.

She tries that theory, but it does not work on these kids. Seeing her so quiet only fuels them up on bullying her even more, pulling at her hair and skirt. It goes so bad to the point that one of the kids from behind the walls starts poking at her undergarments — which she can tell because the finger is tiny and slender.

“Hey, stop that!” she snaps all of a sudden. Spanking her is one thing, but feeling her core up through her panties is an entirely different level. The finger jolts a little bit at her outburst, only to continue touching her moments later, this time much daringly than before.

“No, you can’t! Whoever it is, you need to stop touching me there,” she pleads hastily as the finger continues tracing line across her core, to the point that wetness begins to seep out from her most secretive place.

“Ew, she just peed! I touched her pee!” one of the boys yell out, loud enough for his words to echo throughout the large empty room loudly until Trudy’s cheeks turn into a prominent color of pink.

“Haha! Look at her. She’s so shamed that she blushes madly,” one of the boys in front of her — Brandon, she thinks — points out insultingly, causing a series of laughter to break out amongst the group.

The other boy, Todd, pulls out a cellphone from his pocket and takes a picture. Her cheeks turn even redder, and the substitute teacher demands the boy to delete that pic. Todd simply shakes his head in refusal, before tugging his phone back into his pants pocket, before he joins in his mate and continues playing with her breasts. The two of them fist punch her breasts like they are playing with kid-version of punching bag, poking and touching her inappropriately along the way.

This is outrageous! How can these kids ridicule her like this? It is one thing being disrespectful and disobeying their teacher — it is another thing entirely different when they are bullying her by making small punches against her gigantic sized breasts, spanking and groping her. Trudy demands the to stop, but these five kids ignore her fearlessly, even when she threatens to report their actions to the principal and their parents.

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“Look at this freak. Her boobs are so huge, it’s like she has two extra heads on her chest,” Brandon mocks.

“What? Where? Let me see,” someone from the other side says.

“Then come and see for yourself, Jack,” he replies.

“Nah, I’m still busy with her from this side,” comes the other’s response.

“Hey, you should take a picture and send it to us,” someone else from her behind suggests — Charlie, from the sound of it.

“What exactly are you guys doing over there?” Todd asks while he takes out his phone.

“Jack is smacking her butt while I hold out her skirt. Oliver is touching her through her panties,” comes Charlie’s quick reply. She thought that he is the nicest one of them all, even offering her an apple at the start of the day earlier on. Who knew that behind that mask of smile, hides a nasty side beneath?

“You guys should come and see. She is so wet that she looks like she just peed in her pants!” Oliver comments in exclamation.

“If she is not peeing, then what is she doing?” Jack asks in confusion.

“She’s not peeing, but she’s not cumming either,” comes Charlie’s explanation.

“What’s a c*m?” Jack asks cluelessly.

“Enough!” Trudy screams out, “You kids are going to stop and help me out of here, or else!”

She screams loud enough for everyone to stop and stare at her. The blonde is not going to let this progress any further than it already is! This is unacceptable! And how can Charlie knows about this kind of stuff? He is not supposed to be aware of it until he is at least ten years older! (Okay, maybe the last bit is a bit exaggerated, but seriously?)

“Or else what?” one of them asks.

“Or else— or else I’m going to punish you guys!”

“Pfft! And how are you going to manage that? You’re still stuck, remember?” Jack pokes at the hole in the middle of her buttocks, causing her to swallow back a yelp. These kids certainly has no respect for her. So if she wants them to listen to her, she has to earn their respect first.

“Alright then, what do you guys want?” Trudy begins to ask, trying to compromise.

“Nothing that we can’t help ourselves with,” Brandon replies, before giving one of her breasts another bouncing punch.

“I think she is trying to call a truce,” she can her Charlie says from the back end, before feeling someone parting her ass cheeks apart and his fingers trading to dangerous places. “Are you?”

“Yes! Yes I am,” Trudy bursts out in panic, trying hard to control her bodily function.

“What do you think, guys?”

“Nah, I don’t believe her,” Jack says outright.

“I don’t know. Maybe she might be useful to us,” Todd begins thoughtfully.

“Even if we do, there is still no guarantee that she will keep the end of the bargain,” Brandon warns them.

“I won’t break my end of deal. Promise!” Trudy insists, still in a pinch.

“Promises, ha! They’re just words. Who says you will keep it up,” Oliver snots, spanking her ass none to gently this time.

“Hey, I know! How about if we record this? That way, we can use it to blackmail her,” says one of the boys.

Wait— What? Since when do kids their age know about blackmails? No, focus Trudy! That’s not the most important point right now! the female blonde tries to snap herself out of it.

“Wait— Don’t!”

Too late. The kids are already recording. She can see Todd holding the camera angle of his phone at her, and there is no doubt that another kid is also doing the same thing, recording the situation of her back side.

“Wait, don’t do this. If the video got leaked, I won’t be able to work as a teacher anymore,” she pleads for them.

“You guys hear that? Banned. For live!”

“Great idea! That way, it will be more assuring that she will keep the end of the bargain.”

It all happens so fast. What exactly did she do to have karma hit her so hard like this? She feels like crying, but Trudy holds back her tears. She can not show her weakness at a moment like this. She has to stay strong, if she wants to get away.

“You won’t be able to tell on us now, will you?” Charlie taunts her.

“Because we’ll have to you the adults these videos also,” Brandon adds remindingly.

“Y—yes, I won’t, so please . . . Ah!” A delicious scream flows out from her throat as she can feel a tiny hand grabbing at her by her p***y, through the thoroughly drenched clothe of her panties.

Trudy hates feeling this way, but what they are doing to her is really getting to her. Her body has always been so sensitive. Her biology makes it so that even the single most innocent touch can send her to bone-melting tendril, even when she does not really mean to (it was also one of the reasons why she chooses to work in an environment she can have innocent kids surrounding her). To have something shameful like this happening to her is totally out of the imagination. Who knew that third graders have this kind of capability? Trudy is humiliated beyond repair!

“Huh, you like that, don’t you? You perverted teacher!” Oliver pokes fun at her with his words as his many tiny fingers poke at her core and cilt through her completely ruined panties at the same time. “Make sure you get a clear shot of that, Charlie,” he tells his friend.

“Already way a step ahead of you,” the redhead says, half distracted while holding his phone, recording the whole entire thing.

“No, please, stop this. Don— Don’t touch me the . . . e . . . re . . . Ah! Ugh! No— No, not there . . . please.” She more she begs for them to stop, the more sensual her voice becomes. It is not like Trudy intends for this to happen, but she just can not fight off the pleasure that is radiating through her body, whether she means for her body to find their touches pleasant or not.

While the wanton female begs for them to touch teasing her body so much, the boys continue their work on her. Jack slaps his palm across her tight perfect buttocks until both of her ass and his palm turn red, the marks of his palms decorating all over her pale fair flesh. Oliver feels up her core until her fat labia is see through from the super soaked material of her hot red panties, it does not take much for the boy to gain access to her sensitive bits.

The cruel boy continues by smacking her p***y also, causing her bare labia to rub so hard against each other that it causes more of her wet juices to flow out. The boys make fun of her bodily reaction, calling her weird and an anomaly. Trudy does not want to be this way, but her body seems to have a mind of its own, humiliating her even more when control seems to be slipping by from her gasps even much looser than ever.

While the three boys from behind the wall ridicule her lower half, the other two are also not so lenient upon her misfortune. Brandon plays with her cushions of breasts as agile as he plays any other sports, causing her breasts to bounce so lively like a volleyball being smacked repeated. Her boobs take turns going up and down. The boy plays with her so much that even Trudy herself starts feeling weirded out by this whole thing, she has no idea whether she should laugh or cry, and ends up stuck in the middle of the emotion spectrum. While his friend is busy bouncing her breasts up and down in turns, Todd makes sure that his camera records the best angles of her torment.

Trudy’s torment goes on as the boys grow more senile, going as far as peeling layers of her clothes one by one, just to gain better access to her already super sensitive and red skin. The more they can touch directly, the more they seem to be able to rile her up. All five boys continue to tease her so much until she humiliates herself even way further; by cumming so hard and wild that Charlie just has to get a close up on her p***y.

Humiliated and embarrassed beyond measure, Trudy collapse into the floor, all four of her limbs shag around her as her head titles down, a mop of her messy blonde curls gathering around her head untamedly while sweat covers all over her skin. Her body is bath in her own lubricant and sweat while her waist is still being held up by the wall hole.

“Now that we’ve got our guarantee, let’s hear what you have to say.”

—

“Hey, what’s with this hole?” someone asks curiously.

“Wait, Oliver, don’t—” Trudy can hear Charlie tries to warn off his friend before she can feel something slip inside her.

A scream erupts from her throat, echoing through the room so loudly that some of them has to flinch from the mere intensity.

“What’s going on? My hand disappeared inside!” Oliver exclaims in amazement.

She hears someone slaps his forever, but Trudy is beyond caring right now.