Kim hated the requirement to put everything away immediately, even following a road trip. But rules were rules, and when you were the assistant track coach for the team then you were the one who usually got stuck with the task.
The 25-year old, second-year teacher enjoyed her job. And she enjoyed coaching track. But sometimes she wondered if she had made the right decision. Perhaps she would have done better starting out with high school students, instead of working in a prep college with all adult students who were no more than six or seven years her junior.
Kim was a very pretty woman. A gorgeous face, light brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair. And as a runner, she was in excellent shape.
Kim knew that the boys on the track team all loved to watch her walk by in her shorts and tee-shirts. And if she was forced to admit it, she would have to confess that there had been times that she had allowed just enough extra flesh to show to entice a few of them to have to go relieve their swollen cocks in the men's room.
She didn't feel guilty for the teasing at all. Every student involved in the Junior College summer program was 18, and some 19. They would be fair game if she wasn't a teacher.
But even though she didn't mind teasing them on occasion, Kim was not about to go any farther with one of them. Even if it wasn't a violation for teachers to date students—even 18-year-old students—her morals would have prevented her from entertaining the idea.
Kim wasn't a prude by any means. She had a boyfriend and enjoyed sex with him whenever the got together. But he was stuck in a job that required a lot of traveling, so she wasn't seeing as much of him as she wished. She recalled that the 12-pack of condoms she had bough a month ago still had six left. Kim was going to have to make time to use them up when her boyfriend got home this weekend.
The last of the students had left and Kim was alone in the locker room. Everything was where it should be and she was ready to go home and take a shower. Her skin glistened with a light layer of sweat, allowing the light breeze to cool her as it struck her when she opened the door.
It was still sunny outside as she stepped out of the empty locker room. She pulled the door closed and used her key to lock the deadbolt from outside.
She turned the key, and then cried out in shock as something came down over her head. Letting go of the key ring she grabbed the sack that someone was forcing over her head. She screamed when hands grabbed her from both sides, letting Kim know that there was more than one person assaulting her.
"Let me go!" She demanded, thinking that this must be some sort of a practical joke.
Kim began to panic when the hands grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. She fought to break free, but one of them pulled her arms behind her back. Kim felt something wrapping around her wrist and then her arms were trapped behind her back.
"What do you want?" She asked, still trying to break free.
"We want your cunt, you teasing bitch." She heard a male voice answer. Two others snickered at the comment. Kim thought that she recognized one of them, but could not be certain.
"Please, let me go." She pleaded as she felt someone tugging her tee-shirt up.
The only answer she received was hands grabbing her firm B-cup breasts as they pulled her bra up to release her tits to both their view and touch.
"Stop it!" She yelled as the men—she was guessing that there were three of them—pawed at her tits. Her sensitive nipples were pinched, pulled, twisted and flicked as her tits were squeezed.
Everything was black around her due to the sack, or whatever it was, that covered her head. Then she felt a hand rubbing between her legs and for the first time the severity of all of this hit her.
"Please, stop, I won't tell anyone."
