I’m a decent teacher. I mean, I’m not a very good teacher, but I stay decent while I teach.
It wasn’t what I expected when I took a job teaching troubled youths. I had some classes where the students had attention deficit and others that were slow at learning.
This class, however, had had run-ins with the law and that’s why they came to our school. I wasn’t prepared for that when I started taking this class, but it actually went well. And they definitely did not have an attention deficit. They followed my every move.
Despite my modest nature, I wanted them to feel comfortable and I wanted to fit in, so I played along from time to time when they would flirt a little, just playfully.
I would walk down among them whenever we were debating some topic. The topic was gang colors and we were talking about how they were not allowed in certain areas, in the school, for example.
I pointed it out because one of the guys had a tattoo for a gang on his arm and I told him he should ideally wear long sleeves to school.
One of the boys actually had a point. “But your head scarf is sort of your gang sign isn’t it”.
I wouldn’t exactly call my affiliation a gang, but he had a point. “Well, as such, but …”
I couldn’t really explain the subtle details why my head scarf is different than a gang tattoo, but in a way they were right. Before I could argue much more, they had already removed my head scarf.
I managed to stay calm.
“Actually, this is different. My gown is a traditional outfit” I explained.
“Your entire gown is like your gang colors!?” one of the boys wondered?
“Well, you’re right, but it’s not part of a gang or anything” I said, but they hadn’t heard the last part, instead they acted on their new knowledge. “You can’t wear it then, it’s your own rules” one boy said with impenetrable sense of logic. He pulled my dress up and another pulled the string on my pants so they fell down.
The boys had a point, but no right to undress me like that. It was completely disrespectful. Now the boys saw me in my lingerie. It wasn’t for their eyes.
In fact, I had learned my entire life to stay decent because boys seeing a girl like me in my underwear would drive them crazy. It was the moment of truth, now I would see whether that would in fact be the case.
And I must say, it seemed like what I had learnt was true, because the boys didn’t stop there, they tore my bra off and a boy even fondled my breast. This was getting out of hand.
I had to get back in control! I already had boys groping me and I was standing half naked in front of them, so I couldn’t really blame them. I practically told them to undress me with my stupid gang colors explanation.
But I had to get in control. And I had to keep my panties on, that way I would at least stay partly decent, perhaps keep some respect. That’s how I found myself on my knees sucking their cocks.
If you hadn’t heard the whole story of how it came to this, you might have not believed this is how it happened, but it really was. It was in a weird way the only good way to stay in control and stay relatively decent.
After a while, I waited for them to cum on me but nothing happened.
Instead they lifted me up on a chair and started pulling my panties down. There was nothing I could do to stop them from sliding my panties down a little, but I kept my legs apart, so they wouldn’t be able to take them off completely.
That way I could sort of keep my panties on, although they were pulled down quite a lot. Having my panties on gave me a small sense of intact decency.
One of the boys started pressing his cock against my pussy.
Remember how I was spreading my legs to prevent them from taking my panties all the way off. Well, it had the side-effect that it was relatively easy for him to push his cock into my pussy! Backlash!
The boys took turns on me and I just did everything to make sure they could definitely not take my panties off. Granted, it was not a complete victory, but it was better than nothing.
However, it wasn’t going to be that “easy”. They lifted me from the chair to the table
And when they put me down, I was suddenly in a position for them to slide my panties further off. They took advantage of that opportunity.
But all hope was not out. I was able to catch the panties with my foot before they fell to the ground.
They spread my legs and started fucking me. Almost completely humiliated. I was clinging to my last ounce of decency. The panties on my foot was the only thing between my and complete nakedness and humiliation.
They could easily remove the panties from my foot now but they didn’t, perhaps out of some sort of respect that they didn’t want to leave me completely uncovered.
It seemed my ordeal was finally getting to an end because one of the guys starting cumming in me. Another one took and he came in me as well. The rest of them put me on the floor and started cumming all over my face.
My panties! For a moment I couldn’t feel them, but then I noticed they were still around my ankle and now I could feel them on my butt. Phew, that was a close one. I had made it through without getting completely undressed. I smiled, relieved to have made it.