Not a chance

“New coach new set of holes!” One of the girls yelled as they laughed, so many hands grabbing at your clothes and body. You don’t notice the boy used this distraction to crawl out from the center, trying to escape himself. Hands are in your mouth, on your hard tiny (comparatively) cock, pulling and holding each limb, grabbing your thighs and nipples… and of course your ass. You felt one finger then another and another squeeze in, tugging and hooking you with the rest. In this onslaught you can do nothing but moan and whimper at each squeeze, all while your students taunts increase.

At some point the hands drag you to a nearby bench, bending you over backward so only your lower back rests, while fingers in your mouth pull it wide open to handle the massive cock forcing its way in. You **** and gag to no avail, these students clearly don’t care about you breathing, as another massive intruder **** into your other finger stretched hole. Your gags and whimpers seem to only increase your torment, as those not fucking you still grope, squeeze, and hit all they can reach. This of corse includes your own hard cock and balls, that are squeezed and hit while you convulse a **** orgasm out in synch with the first loads you receive.

What proceeds is a level of fucking **** you could never have imagined, losing track of how many cocks and loads take their turns. You are certain you’ve blacked out several times, only to awaken mid fucking again and again. When the bell finally rings, you really had forgotten this was a game, you were a teacher, and anything else about life other than receiving tormenting levels of Futa cock and ****.