Sex education

The boy in the back shouts out "Sex education! Teach us how to have safe sex!" The rest of the boys up front giggle.

Heather turns red with embarrassment. "I don't think that would be an appropriate thing for me to teach you. After all this is a Christian school, and -"

The boy in the back cuts her off. "Our other teacher was teaching us about safe sex, until she got pregnant. You must continue where she left off."

Heather knew she was losing control of things as more laughs erupted around her. "Exactly what was she teaching you?"

The boy at the back rises from his seat, and walks toward Heather. "Take off your clothes, and we'll show you." He says it more like a demand than a request. On his way by the door he closes it, and locks it. Then he pulls out a nasty looking knife and comes at Heather with it. "Now, take off your clothes, and we will show you. Or would you rather have them cut off of you?"

"I-I'd rather not do any of that-" says Heather before she's cut off again.

"Then you leave us ****. Get her!" says the boy with the knife. The boys get up and charge at her. She fends them off as they grab at her clothing, trying to tear it from her body. A couple of them get the bright idea to hike her skirt up, and they tug her red thong panties down her legs. Everyone can see her red bush of blossoming virginity. Somehow she manages to break free, but not for long as she trips over her own panties that are caught on her high heels. She falls to the floor, face first with a thud. The boys quickly pounce on the downed, helpless woman, and start tearing her clothes off in a frenzy. Bits and pieces of fabric that were once Heather's clothes are flying everywhere. By the time the boys are done, all that is left are the thong panties hanging around her ankles, and her high heels. Hands knead, poke, probe, and prod her ass, her ass crack, her virgin anal bud, and between her thighs, searching for her moist, warm slit of womanhood.

Heather sobs as they continue to **** her with hands all over her body. Then the **** suddenly stops, and they flip Heather over onto her back. The boy with the knife stands over her face, smiling. "You should have listened to me. You should have taken your clothes off when I told you to. But at least you still have these" he holds up Heather's red thong panties, and sniffs them. "You smell good. I bet you taste good, too."

The five boys hold her down, and she can't move. "Please, just let me go. We'll forget about this. No one needs to know what happened."

"Sorry teach, but the lesson's not done yet. And don't worry, you won't tell anyone what happened. Otherwise you will end up like our last teacher did."

The boy lays the knife down on the desk next to him, and starts to undress. Suddenly there is a knock at the door, and a voice calls out "Heather? Are you in there?"

Heather opens her mouth to scream, but finds herself with a mouthful of her own panties.

"Keep her quite" whispers the boy as he picks up the knife. He heads toward the door, then slowly opens the lock, and slowly turns the knob...