It was the custom at Chatswood High that detentions were presided over by the newest teacher, whoever he or she might be. This particular term the newest teacher was Miss Anita Jackson, junior English teacher, twenty three years of age. She was an attractive young woman, popular with both students and staff.
During the course of the term, Anita had had to sit several detention periods and found them challenging but not too arduous. Any students assigned detention were generally resentful, but usually found themselves disarmed by Anita, who was genuinely nice and likable.
This particular Wednesday Anita had another detention period coming up. Checking the details, she found that three students had been assigned detention, with a note that they should be given some remedial English homework. Unsure of just who these particular students were, Anita went to the senior English teacher for additional information.
Mrs. Brandt expressed some surprise at seeing the detention list.
"I know those boys," she said. "They're seniors in their last year. They're all eighteen and they're all on the football team. More muscle than mind, if you know what I mean. I'm surprised that they've been given detention. Normally anything to do with guys like this gets tossed to Coach and he deals with them."
"It says they're to have some remedial English homework," pointed out Anita. "I doubt that Coach could supply that."
"That explains it," said Mrs. Brandt. "Trying to knock some knowledge into them so that they can actually read the exam papers."
Anita laughed. "You don't seem to have a high opinion of the boys on the team," she observed.
"Oh, the majority of the team are fine," came the reply. "These three go by the nicknames of Ox, Bruno and Moose. That should give you an indication of their level of intelligence. Just be careful around them."
"They'll be no problem," said Anita. "I'll just be firm and let them know right from the start that I won't take any nonsense."
After school that afternoon, Anita was running late as she hurried through the deserted school corridor to the standard detention room. She trusted that the three detainees had the intelligence to just sit down and wait for her, not taking her lateness as a reason for shooting through. She charged into the room.
Afterwards, Anita could never be sure if what happened was an unfortunate accident that triggered unexpected events, or a deliberate piece of mischief with malice aforethought. As she entered the detention room she could see three young men sitting at the front desks. Then she was pitching forward onto her hands and knees, having tripped over a foot sticking out from under the desk.
Anita felt like a fool, landing on hands and knees in front of students she was supposed to establish dominance over. A great start she thought. She could hear masculine exclamations of sympathy and apology, and before she could even start to rise the three young men had gathered around her.
Starting to gather herself together in order to rise, Anita was startled to hear a voice snap "Me first."
She was even more startled when her skirt was suddenly flipped up over her waist and a finger caught the crotch of her panties and carelessly pulled them to the side, leaving her pussy on display to the three young fiends. Before she could open her mouth to protest, the same hand had latched onto her pussy, easing her lips aside and a hot hard cock was suddenly making a hurried entry into her soft feminine self.
Anita opened her mouth to scream, but a hand clamped over it. While the cock inside her was having fun, dancing back and forward inside her, a voice spoke.
"If you open your voice to scream or anything, one of us will stick his cock in it, and you'll be getting fucked from two directions at once. Best to stay quiet and just enjoy the treat."
"Treat," she thought, while some oaf's cock bounced back and forth within her. A sudden gush inside her and she knew that whoever it was had already completed his act, without managing to warm her up in the slightest. As she felt him withdraw, she gathered herself to rise, furious with these idiots and herself for not being more careful.
"Hold it, teach," came the same voice that had spoken to her earlier. "Just stay there. My turn."
Then another cock was pushing into her in a most ungentle manner, and the frantic pumping from her rapist began. Anita tried to pull away, but hands on her hips held her firmly in place, while her tender insides were ruthlessly assaulted by a crude loving. The only redeeming feature Anita found about the whole thing was that the oaf had no stamina and was very quickly climaxing, letting his seed loose within her.
That was how things stood when salvation arrived in the doorway.
"What the hell do you lot think you're doing," roared Coach Stevens, turning up at the detention centre just as Ox was withdrawing his damned cock from the pretty little English teacher. "Right, I want the three of you out on that, oval running laps until you puke."
