The TRAP deluge

Being drilled into such a liberal doctrine didn’t mean that the boys didn’t carry their teenage load of natural testosterone with them; and when TRAP activated, it gushed up to their heads in a giant rush. The seething, biological notion that this new teacher had cheated them out of their natural birthright of femininity (at least that’s how they saw it) didn’t help much either.

Most of the school staff were women. It was obvious to all involved that they had automatically and instantly lost any authority they had previously held, so all ways to enforce discipline were out of the window right away. The principal had locked herself into her office, but that was scant defense against a bunch of unruly boys. They just rammed in the door, and years of suppressed anger and rebellion against authority erupted like a volcano. They took her in every position, every orifice, in an orgy of protest against authority and school rules which had brewed for years.

Me and the other girls, hiding in a classroom, heard all the lamenting and sobbing the boys just ignored. And we were afraid. We knew they would come for us next, and there was no sign yet that their blind rage would have diminished in any way. Some girls cried, some hid, some fled, some barricaded the door.

It was all in vain. It went down the old school hierarchy like a landslide coming down from a hill. When they were finally done with **** the principal over and over again, they came for the other teachers; and when those were worn out as well, it was our turn.

The stamina of these adolescent boys was amazing; after their deluge across school personnel, shooting their loads into these poor middle-aged women, they had no trouble at all getting hard for their classmates again. Some of the girls screamed, some resisted, some pleaded for mercy, and all of that was useless. The boys came down on us and they were determined to have their way, no matter what our opinions about it were. We even realized they were right; TRAP had simply turned some “OFF” switch on our egalitarian upbringing, and had made us realize that they were perfectly within their male right to do anything to a woman they might want.

Many cherries were popped that afternoon; for most of the girls, this was their first sexual experience. Mine was taken by Bobby, one of the boys I had dated before. He had taken me out three times and picked up the tab each time; and three times, I had turned him down when the physical part was about to start. Now he came up to me as two of the other boys held me down and kept my hands away from any defensive position. He wasn’t interested in stealing a kiss anymore; he looked right into my face as he **** my legs open wide, a mean and victorious expression on his face, hissing: “There you go, frigid bitch!”, right before thrusting his dick into me as hard and deep as he could.

And some deflowerings these were! For their first time, many girls were the fuck cushion for two, three, five boys in a row. At first the boys shot their loads into pussies mostly; but as the feast continued, they withdrew their dicks just before cumming and sprayed their thick gushes across our asses, bellies, breasts, faces, as the other members of the group cheered and applauded each new discharge.

I should have been miserable, disgusted, angry, or afraid. Like the other girls were, around me. I wasn’t. As Bobby shot his load and passed on his turn to Daniel, a nerdy boy with thick glasses who played Magic the Gathering on breaks, I was clearly aware that the thick spurts of semen spread out across my underbelly certainly weren’t the only source of liquid down there. Even worse, he might be a nerd, but Daniel realized as well. He hesitated before sticking his dick into me, and brought his hand down first instead. I blushed and looked away as he brought it back up, for all the others to see.

“Hey guys! What do you know, Sarah isn’t really a frigid bitch at all! Look here, this slut really enjoys this kind of thing!”

A clear drop was falling from his finger to make his point.

All the boys laughed at my expense, shaming and ridiculing me. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to sink into the ground. But my pussy didn’t care about that. She just felt triggered, excited, aroused, ready to produce more juice as this humiliating attention continued. She craved it, cherished it. My mind lost control over my body, and I couldn’t suppress the urge to push up my hips to welcome his hand when he inserted two fingers again. More cheers, of course.

The expression on his face was half surprised, half amused, and fully arrogant. He knew he could start his fuck any time, yet he chose to play my pussy a bit more with his hand. He spread out my labia with his other fingers, and my clit popped up in between. It was clear to everyone that it was firm and erect. He rested his thumb on it, just gently, while two fingers were still slowly thrusting into my slit, evoking another rush of endorphins to my brain. I must have moaned, and it must have sounded enthousiast rather than miserable.

The action on the other girls died down as it became obvious to everyone what was happening to me. Their dicks still stuck in pussy underneath them, the other boys paused their thrusts and turned their heads to follow the events unfolding on me. And I realized their glances weren’t just contemptuous and gloating. Sure, that element was there; but there was also something else… Glee? Desire? Maybe, even… respect?

The girls watched me now as well, their own fucks frozen in time… the expression on their face was surprising, as well. Marjorie, right next to me with Pete’s dick sunk into her, she looked like I was a traitor, a fallen woman… but there was something else there, as well. Jealousy? Admiration?

Daniel’s hand moved faster now, and all those people watching me hornify didn’t miss their effect on me. I was quickly heading to orgasm now, getting hand-fucked by the class nerd. When it flooded me, it wasn’t anything like the orgasms I’d fingered myself to, all those hot nights in my teenage room. I screamed and wailed to the heavens as a huge floodgate opened in my belly and a huge spate of sensation overwhelmed me. Everything outside me withered away into irrelevance. I didn’t even notice how Daniel replaced his hand with his dick, but when I came down from my lonely summit, he was fucking me hard, fast, and as regular as a metronome. I would not be allowed to float in the nice, warm, glowy aftermath of my orgasm for sure; it didn’t feel like he was anywhere near the finish line just yet… and to be honest, I didn’t even want to. Sure, it was a bit uncomfortable and painful; but my body also recognized the clear power of his thrusts, driving me back up the mountain I had just come down from. Just like the lonely nights in bed… this guy would fuck me straight into the next flood, the one which felt so good!