Rose's story

Rose begins to tell you her story.

“On Tuesday, Ms. Reed asked me to stay after class.”

Lisa Reed teaches history. She's also coaches the tennis team. Lisa is a very attractive woman in her mid forties. She's about 5'7”. She has nice legs, firm 36C breasts, and short light brown hair.

“After all of the other students left the classroom, she locked the door. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra. She ordered me to suck her tits. I said I wasn't a lesbo. She said that if I didn't suck her tits, she'd give me an F in the class. I argued that she couldn't do that because I had made all As in her class. She said she could give me whatever grade she wanted to. I said that wasn't fair. She agreed and said life wasn't fair.”

“So what did you do then?”, you ask.

“Well I'm not a lesbian, but I decided to do what she asked. I didn't seem to have a choice and I figured just sucking her tits wouldn't be too bad. She is an attractive woman, and I thought 'at least she wasn't asking me to eat out her pussy'. Don't get me wrong. I didn't want to suck her tits. But it's like being **** to eat broccoli or squash. I hate 'em both, but I can tolerate broccoli.”

You say; “What happened next?”.

“I sucked her tits and afterwards I thought that would be the end of it. While she was rebuttoning her blouse, she said I had done a good job and I had earned an A. But apparently she told some of her friends about me because the next day, Ms. Roberts wanted me to let her suck my tits.”

Lauren Roberts the economics teacher. She also teaches art. Lauren in her mid-fifties, but is still very attractive. Especially for a woman her age. She's also about 5'7” and has shoulder length medium brown hair. She bears a strong resemblance to Lisa Reed. As far as you know, they aren't related, but you have thought that they could pass for mother and daughter if Lauren was a little older.

“Did you let her?”, you ask.

“No. I refused. I had decided after what happened with Ms. Reed that I wasn't going to allow myself to be taken advantage of like that anymore. At least not by a chick.

Anyway when I wouldn't take off my shirt for her, she called me a bitch. I said 'I may be a bitch, but I'm not a dyke'. She threatened to give me a failing grade, but I still refused. I told her I'd rather fail all my classes than be some lesbian bitch's girl toy.”

Rose pauses for a moment. Then she tilts her head to the side coquettishly and says; “Do you want me to be your girl toy, Mr. Doe?”

Your only response is a slight smile.

“Because I wouldn't mind being your girl toy”, Rose says.

“Why is that Rose? Do you think I'm hot?”

“Not really. No offense. You're alright, even sort of cute, but I wouldn't say hot. But you are a good looking man, and I'm a heterosexual girl living at an all girls boarding school.”

You say; “I understand. Let's continue with your story.”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

You bring Rose a glass of water. She takes a few sips and resumes telling her story.

“A couple of days passed. Then earlier this afternoon, another incident occurred. This time, it was after my P.E. class. We played softball yesterday. When the class was over, Coach Sole dismissed the other girls, but she made me do 50 chin-ups.”

Marie Sole is the P.E. coach and she also teaches science. Marie is a former bodybuilder and fitness model. She is in her mid-thirties, and has a pretty face and beautiful long black hair. She has exotic good looks due to being half Puerto Rican and half Turkish. She's about 5'9” and her measurements are 36-25-36. You know her measurements because she told you. You met her on your first day and she immediately began flirting with you. You fucked her that night. So you know she isn't a lesbian, but she could be bi.

“She said it was because I struck out and made the last out in the game. That much was true, but I don't think it was the real reason why she made me do the chin-ups. While the other girls went inside to shower and get ready for their next class, I was doing chin-ups under the hot sun, while Coach
Sole watched. She stared at my tits the whole time. As you probably know, the standard issue P.E. uniform at this school is a white sports bra and hot pink shorts. It was really hot outside yesterday and we had been playing softball out there for 45 minutes so my sports bra was completely drenched with sweat by that point. It was practically see through.

After I finished doing the chin-ups, I went inside to take a shower and get dressed. By the time I got to the locker room, most of the other girls had already finished showering and were either getting dressed or had already left. I took off my wet sports bra and put it in my backpack. Then I pulled off my shorts and panties, putting them in my backpack also. Then I went into the shower area to take a shower.”

She stops to take a few more sips of water. Then she resumes speaking.

“When I finished my shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back to the locker room to get dressed. As I had suspected, all of the other girls were gone. But Coach Sole was there waiting for me. She grabbed a hold of my towel at the top near my breasts and yanked it off. Then she coiled her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I tried to break free of her grasp but she's strong and she was holding me tightly. She tried to put her tongue in my mouth. I parted my lips to allow her in and then I bit her tongue. She released me and slapped me in the face.”

Rose points to a red mark on her left cheek and says; “See this?”

“Yes, I see it”, you say. “Did you show that to Courtney? I mean Ms. Saxy.”

“Yeah. But she didn't believe that Coach Sole did it”, Rose says.

“What happened after she slapped you?”

“I punched her. I hit her in the jaw. She rubbed her jaw and got this wicked grin on her face. I started to grab my clothes and get dressed, but she grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down onto the bench in front of my locker. Then she pinned me on my back and climbed onto the bench, straddling me. First, she bit me on the side of the neck. I felt like I had wandered into a lesbian vampire movie. Then she started licking my breasts and sucking on my nipples. She still had a firm grip on both of my shoulders holding me down, but I managed to stick my thumbs into her eyes

“That got her off me. She screamed and covered her face with her hands. She yelled, 'you blinded me, hoe'. I said 'that's the idea'. Then I picked up a metal folding that was leaning against the wall and hit her over the head with it.”

“You hit her with a chair?”, you ask.

“Yeah. I don't know why that chair was there, but I'm glad it was. The fucked up thing is she tried to **** me but they're saying I assaulted her. Anyway, she was knocked out so I was able to put my clothes on and get out of there. I went to Ms. Saxy's office to tell her about everything. She wouldn't listen so I tried to call my parents. My parents weren't home so then I tried to call the police. Ms. Saxy and another faculty member stopped me from doing that so then I tried to run away. When I got outside, I started running across that huge lawn towards the chainlink fence at the edge of the school grounds. At one point, I tripped over a rock and scraped my knee, but I got up and kept running. Finally, I got to the fence and started to try to climb it. It was difficult and I bloodied my knuckles but I almost made it. I was at the top of the fence getting ready to climb over when they caught up to me. One of the guidance officers grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me off the fence. I think that's when my uniform got torn. Then they dragged me back inside and took me to Nurse Fairfield's office.”

Kelly Fairfield is a pretty blonde woman in her late thirties. She was a cheerleader in high school and is still in great shape. She's about 5'3”, has perky 32B titties, and great gams.

“I thought Nurse Fairfield was going to examine me and treat my injuries. She examined me alright but she didn't seem interested in my injuries. She reached under my shirt and felt up my breasts. I shoved her to the floor and fled her office, but a couple of guidance officers were waiting right outside the door. Then they started 'disciplining' me. Apparently, their idea of discipline is to **** me until I say what they want me to say. They say they want me to tell the truth, but I'm already telling the truth.”

Do you believe Rose's story?