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my literature teacher remarks to the other four men that my reading of erotica was often hindered by my lack of sexual experiences. but the more experiences I had the better my understanding of the characters motives and emotions became.

my literature teacher produces a few sheets of paper and gives one to each man in the room and to me and keeps one to himself. "as you can clearly see," he starts, "this is a short story about a young girl that gets drugged and abused at a party. I think it is safe to say that our student here. " he makes a gesture towards me. "has never had such an experience before." he worded this as an affirmation, but his tone was questioning. I shook my head negatively and that, paired with my innocent face, caused some knowing chuckles.

my literature teacher commands me to read the story and after I finish he comments on how I couldn't quite capture the feelings of the main character. "now, we couldn't possibly drug you... that'd be illegal," he says, eliciting more chuckles. "but I brought a little something in case you wanna get into that headspace." he then opens his water bottle--that's at least half full with a clear liquid--and a strong smell of alcohol fills my nose. I take the bottle from his hands and take a small sip, my throat burns and I immediately start coughing. "no, darling, you have to down it in one go." he takes the bottle with one hand and holds my hair with the other, pulling my head back a little. "here, let me help you." he touches the bottle on my lip and I obediently open my mouth, he then tips the bottle forcing me to gulp the liquid down. I choke a couple of times, but ultimately empty the bottle. the alcohol almost immediately clouds my brain and makes me feel sleepy. the five pleased face around the table tell me that I'm ready for them.

my literature teacher tells me to dance sensually as the character of the story. I do my best to move my hips without a tune, but my stiff and awkward moves were far from the ones "made to attract male attention" as they were described in the text. a hand smacks my face so hard that I almost fall to the ground. he holds my throat and moves to speak in my ear, his breath hot and heavy and voice angry. "don't fucking embarrass me you whore. do you call that dancing? you better get on fours and shake that ass, like the dumb bitch you are." he then shoves me towards the table and I can barely stop myself from hitting my head on the plastic. I position myself on the table as he told me to but it just makes me even more stiff and awkward. I am already bracing myself for another slap when one of the men perks up and says: "hey, baby, you wanna dance with me?" he helps me get down from the table and positions himself behind me, holding my hips he sways it from side to side grinding my butt on his bulging cock.

my literature teacher gives a small nod to the other men. they are all in their 40s and 50s and looking at me like a pack of wolves, just waiting for their chance to devour this unaware prey. they all stand up like predators hunting for blood, like hungry animals ready to take what they decided is theirs. in a blink of an eye they surround me. they tug at my clothes, pull my hair and grope my flesh, some instinct in me tries to stop their attack, but they just laugh at my futile attempts to push them away. they grind their cocks on me and shove their tongues in my mouth. soon enough I'm out of my clothes. they suck at my tits and revel in the wetness between my thighs, they call me a whore, a slut, a bitch. they slap my butt, my face, my chest and tell me to thank them for it. they all try to shove their fingers in my pussy or in my mouth at the same time. I gag and moan, horny and overwhelmed. I try to escape their touch but can't stop myself from humping the air when they move away.

my lliterature teacher watches the scene he created. he sees tears welling up in my eyes and I know he loves it. after what it feels like hours, he comes towards us. the men all step away from me, reluctantly. I hope that he will finish the scene, tell those men off for their aggressiveness, but he once again holds me by my hair and says with a tone of contempt: "why are you crying, you whore?" the question hurts me, but my pussy pulses in pleasure. "you're moaning so loudly the whole faculty can hear you. don't pretend to be an innocent victim." his grip on my hair tightens. "get on your knees." he pushes me down and I hit the ground with a thud. he looks at his four colleagues, pulling his cock from his pants and mindlessly stroking it. "this bitch loves to have cum on her face." he looks at me and I eagerly assent, scared of this new side of him, not wanting to find out what would happen if I denied. "so let's give it to her, but I wanna make this a game. the last one to shoot his load gets to fuck the whore," he looks around. "and the others get to watch." the men smile and lower their pants. I stay still kneeled on the floor, seeing the line of cocks above me, anticipating the warm white streaks that will coat my face and my body.

my literature teacher calls to me: "hey, slut! don't just stay still, give my friend here a good suck!" I do so right away, among whines of "not fair" and "cheater". the only to not complain is the one I'm sucking off, soon he's is holding my head and fucking my face roughly, when he's close I try to pull away but he holds me even closer and cums inside my mouth. "swallow it and show me." I hold my tongue for him to see, my eyes puffy and my chin glistening with saliva. upon that sight another one of the professors cums right on my face, he spreads the cum around with his hand and makes me lick his fingers to clean them off. the other three were stroking themselves slowly, trying their best to hold back. "touch yourself, slut." I'm not even sure who the voice belongs to, but my fingers move inside my now neglected cunt right away. I'm so wet that the smallest touch sends a trail of shivers through my spine. now, I am the animal in heat, fingering myself desperately, whining and shaking. O can tell by their heavy breathing that they can't hold back for much longer. "open your mouth, whore." I do so, tongue out and drooling, my eyes roll backwards as soon as I feel more cum drip on my face and into my mouth.

my literature teacher puts his hand on my thigh and i open my legs. i know he got much to teach me, so i don't resist his methods. his two fingers hover over my panties and my whole body trembles waiting for the contact. he barely touches me before letting out a laugh. "you get wet so easily, needy girl," he states, "are you that desperate to be fucked?". he doesn't wait for an answer, he knows it. and when his digits press against my pussy he gets even more sure of it. i become a moaning mess, moving like a bitch in heat, wanting to fucked so bad, but trying to get away from the overstimulation. i know he is smiling, reveling in the power he has over me. "this won't do." he stops and stands in front of me, looking down at this plaything he managed to get. "you're a noisy little slut." he looks around as if searching for something. "i need to silence that dumb mouth of yours." the answer is obvious. he points at my clothed pussy and extends his hands. i immediately take off my panties and give them to him. i open my mouth and let my tongue roll out, a line of drool falls to the ground, i'm learning. he shoves the underwear in my mouth, making sure that i'm well gagged. at this point all i think about is cock. his cock. my arousal is pooling below me and i open my legs, this time to show my velvety walls, warm and hungry. in a heartbeat i'm bent over his table, holding to its sides while he pounds me from behind. he is relentless, like the characters from his books, he either pulls my hair or presses my head against the table, forces my back to bend like a porn star's or slaps my butt. either way i clench around his dick and feel drool dribble down my chin, my eyes roll backwards and i feel like i'm going to be split in half. i cum so many times i lose count.