Brandee Smith glanced at the clock above the door and a little shiver went through her. It was her last period of the day, and her least favorite at that! Eighth hour English, full of arrogant, rambunctious eighteen-year-old senior's who were on the verge of graduating, and thought they knew everything.
As if on cue, three of her most obnoxious senior boys crashed through the door, laughing, joking, and shoving each other around. They plopped into various seats, stretching out as if they owned the room, and settled into silence when their gazes rested on their English teacher. Brandee had a reputation as the biggest bitch in the school, and a prude to boot. She hadn't had a boyfriend in over two years and it showed in her treatment of her male students, when they were verbally abused if they answered incorrectly or made a little too much noise in class.
"Hey, Miss Smith," the best looking one of the group, Drake, said with a smooth grin. "How's life?"
"Just fine, Drake." Brandee replied coldly as the raven-haired, green-eyed youth looked over her. She had chosen a short black skirt, cream-colored blouse and black high heels, which put her well over her curvy, 5'7 inch frame. Her blond-brown hair fell in full curls just past her shoulders, and the smoky gray make up she used around her eyes enhanced the deep blue color. A slut in bitch's clothing, Drake thought.
"You like really nice today, Miss Smith." Tyler added, a muscular blond-haired, blue-eyed senior who was captain of the football team.
"Thank you, Tyler." Brandee murmured. She looked up at the clock irritably. "Where is the rest of the class?"
Drake approached the desk where she was sitting and walked around it, coming to stand right beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder. A shiver went through his teacher's body, hardening her nipples, which pushed through the thin material of her blouse.
"Why - why is your hand on me, Drake?" Brandee asked with a slight stammer. Drake grinned at this buddies.
"You want it there, don't you, Miss Smith?" the other boy, Seth, the brown-haired, gray-eyed best friend of Drake's, spoke up.
Brandee swallowed. "No. Remove your hand from me, Drake."
"But Miss Smith," Drake murmured, his hand sliding down her arm and stopping just beside her left breast, and then brushing his index finger over her taut, throbbing nipple. "I've seen the way you've been checking out me and my buddies. Haven't had a fat cock in your cunt for a while, have you?"
"How dare you!" Brandee said angrily, slapping Drake's hand away, fury building inside her when all three began chuckling. Drake grabbed her by the waist and crushed her to his body, grinding a very hard dick into her pelvis and nibbling at her smooth white neck while Brandee continued to struggle.
"Mmmm, you taste good," Drake whispered into her ear. "Slut."
Brandee shoved him away and looked at the boys, murder in her blue eyes. "You three are going to be in big trouble!"
The three exchanged secret looks. Brandee began to feel more than a little nervous and started towards the door, hearing all three come after her. With a gasp, Brandee yanked the door open and flew out, seeing the door at the end of the hall was closed. It was never closed!
She ran to it, grasping the knob and trying desperately to turn it, discovering in horror that it was locked. Behind it, she could hear the voices of her missing students.
"It's locked...maybe Miss Smith moved class upstairs?" a shrill female voice said.
"Yea, here's a note. It says class is canceled today because she went home sick and to take the last period off." A male voice said.
There were numerous cheers and then silence. Brandee tried the knob again then closed her eyes in defeat when it didn't budge.
"Look at that ass," Drake said from behind her. Brandee bit back tears of panic that welled up in her eyes as an arm slid around her waist, gently tugging her backwards into a solid body. A pair of hands worked upwards to her big tits, cupping them, squeezing them, and then roughly grabbing her nipples and twisting them hard.
"Get her back to the room." Seth said briskly. The body behind her lifted her up and slapped a free hand over her mouth, effectively smothering any idea Brandee had about attracting attention. Her classroom was the last room of a long hall, and the one door that led to it was locked off. The boys had seen to that. Why did she never see this coming?
"Please don't do this," Brandee moaned from behind Tyler's hand. Tyler was holding her, because Drake and Seth were in front of them. Her skirt was riding up, farther and farther; until she knew her black silk panties were showing, and Tyler's engorged prick was pressing between her ass cheeks. A flush of shame surged through the English teacher when she felt the wetness between her thighs, thoroughly saturating the crotch of her panties.
Tyler let her down and Brandee stumbled forward, nearly falling headfirst before steadying herself against a bookcase. She turned to face the three senior's, who were leering at her with lust in their young eyes, hands at the fat bulges in the front of their jeans.
"Take off the blouse, Miss Smith," Drake ordered. "Or perhaps I should call you Brandee. How's that?"
