EROTIC SHORT FICTION 5
The below tale, recounting a consensual, heterosexual gangbang, is rather extreme in nature. While it probably shouldn’t be read by anyone, below it sits for your entertainment. If you are easily offended and of a nervous disposition, then I recommend you turn back now. Otherwise, please enjoy!
TORMENTING SANDY
A bored college teaching assistant livens up his life by agreeing to meet one of his students after class.
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ AND ALL OPINIONS EXPRESSED WITHIN THE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL SERIES OF EVENTS BELONG TO THE HYPOTHETICAL NARRATOR AND NOT THE AUTHOR.
I did not have my own office at the college where I found myself spending half my working life, instead cosying up to a shelf in a store cupboard on an uncomfortable wooden stool. The cupboard was filled with nothing of interest. The stool I had fished out of the council tip.
I was primarily there to aid students with anything in the curriculum that they were struggling with. I was adept at most subjects, particularly mathematics. Although I found it to starve me, mentally speaking, I was usually shipped into the sports department due to the official coach’s drinking problem. Yes, I wrote in my work journal, the boys could run around. They were not in need of wheelchairs. They showered when they stunk.
Blah, blah, blah.
It was a Wednesday when a request came in to sit with one of the girls regarding her poor maths output. What a relief! Sandy Jenkins had a very fragile frame and blonde hair that fell thickly down to her neck. She sat demurely next to me as I went over the coursework that was causing her so much hardship.
“I’m pretty thick.” She said, squirmy awkwardly in her seat.
“You’re not.” I said, as convincingly as I possibly could. “We’ll get there together, don’t you worry!”
That phrase made her giggle, coquettishly.
“You won’t be angry if I fail, will you, sir?” Sandy said, her knees bobbing up and down.
“No, of course not!” I said, trying not to look at her legs.
As we continued, I noticed the girl’s attention began to waiver. It was never there fully from the start, of course, but now it seemed as though continuing on was of little-to-no value at all.
“Okay, this is a hard one.” I said, referring to the following mathematical problem.
Sandy giggled again.
“Are you okay?” I said, rubbing my arm pensively.
“I just remembered I forgot to put on nickers today!” She said, scratching at her thighs.
The pause that preceded my response was deafening.
“I’m sure nobody has noticed, don’t panic.” I said, my peripheral vision working harder than it had ever worked before.
The girl gathered up her skirt, inch-by-inch, until her crotch was on full display.
“Can you tell?!” She said, her big eyes watering with delight.
“You look very nice.” I said, with the upmost care taken with diplomacy.
After she pushed down her garment and readjusted her seating position, Sandy coughed and ventured for a change of subject. Why I had not done so myself would forever plague my mind, but it may have been due to the sight of her femininity in full.
“Do you live near here?” She said, absentmindedly shuffling her maths paperwork.
I searched my mind for a workable false address, but instead decided to default to the truth.
“Oh, just on Oak Lane, by the park.”
“I know there!” Said Sandy, bouncing excitedly where she sat. “I often hang out with my friends in the park!”
The nib of the pencil I was using to correct her paperwork snapped.
“Golly, that’s a coincidence!” I said, feigning a lack of enthusiasm. “I take my dog for walks there everyday.”
Sandy collapsed her body against mine.
“Aww, that’s cute!” She said, stroking my leg. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“A boy.” I said, standing up and pretending to search for a file that was not there. “His name’s Pippin.”
“That’s cute!” Sandy said, readjusting to a more conservative demeanour. “Do you think he’d like me?”
A lecturer at the college passed by the room. His footfalls cacophonous in the empty hallway beyond. I waited a few important seconds for him to vanish beyond hearing.
“Of course Pippin would.” I said, my legs quivering slightly. “Who wouldn’t?!”
Sandy sagged where she sat and pouted furiously.
“Most of the dumb boys around here!” She said, bile forming in her mouth. “I think they’d rather go out with each other!”
I laughed gently and returned to my seat, brushing a hand down her arm and giving her a warm smile.
“Boys are just shy, don’t worry, you’re a very attractive girl.” I said, regretting using the word ‘attractive’ instantly.
Sandy took hold of my hand and guided it down onto her thigh. I could feel the warmth emanating from beneath her skirt.
“When do you walk Pippin?” She said, her eyes penetrating the side of my head. “I usually hang out there on Sunday afternoons.”
I nodded and made a sound that was meant to indicate surprise.
“Oh right, I’m amazed I haven’t seen you there!” I said, implying that I had not watched girls hanging around in parks before.
“Will you be there this weekend?” Sandy said, brushing her blonde locks back faux-casually.
“Sure, come and say hello to Pippin, if you like.” I said, my professional career ending before me.
Over the next few days, I trudged about the institution, and others, with Sandy at the corner of my mind and vision. I kept wondering whether she was wearing underwear, trying to capture a glimpse above her thigh as she pranced about the place. She clearly enjoyed the boys watching her, and used her high energy to attract their attention. It clearly worked, as many of the male students would make their excuses to go to the toilet and masturbate. The epitaph: “SANDY SUCKS DICKS”, was on prominent display in one of the toilet stalls, just above some dried semen stains.
When it came to Sunday afternoon, I sat in my living room with Pippin by my feet. I just could not decide what to do with myself. While certainly not forbidden, I felt duty bound not to cross the physical line with one of my… clients. Urgh, why does the word “client” sound so obscene?! Who knows.
Ten minutes later, I found myself walking up to the park, Pippin in tow. I had not even made the conscious decision to do so. I was just there. Pippin was rubbing against my leg, as he was want to do, and the usual gaggle of neighbours passed me by, just outside of my caring.
“Hello, Mr Taylor!” Came a voice in the distance.
It was her.
“Oh! Hello!” I said, pretending as if we had not prearranged this meeting, with certain specific details which you will soon learn about.
Sandy tripped over her own feet in running toward us.
“Hello, Pippin!” She said, dropping down to her knees and giving my pet a hug and a nuzzle.
“He likes you!” I said, as the two became physically aquatinted.
“He’s so cute!” Said Sandy, today wearing a tight pair of shorts that hardly left anything to my hard-working imagination.
For the next half-an-hour, the three of us sat on a bench in the park simply enjoying each other’s company. Pippin was excited at meeting an affectionate new human, and I was slightly nervous at being spotted by one of my colleagues.
“Where did you get him from?” Said Sandy, her strapped top sagging down suggestively.
“A pet rescue place, just outside of town.” I said, rubbing Pippin behind his ear. “They’re really friendly.”
A strap fell off Sandy’s shoulder, but she did not correct it.
“I want a cat, but mum and dad say they don’t have the time to train one.” She said, sniffing with indignation.
“They are a handful when you first get them, I must say.”
Sandy nodded, then stood up with her hand outstretched.
“Will you take me back to your house?” She said. “I’ve always wondered what it’s like!”
I smiled and looked around the park for any potential witnesses.
“I don’t know.” I said, in all honesty. “That’s probably not a good idea, Sandy.”
Perfect. Now nobody can blame me for not doing the right thing.
“I won’t tell anyone.” She said, stepping forward and allowing her leg to graze mine. “I can keep a secret.”
As myself, Sandy, and Pippin made our way towards my home, which was part of a nondescript coal miners’ terrace, just about everyone in the world I could have done with not bumping into that day found some excuse to go for a walk. The old lady at Number 20. The business manager from Number 5. The widow at Number 7. Oh and the dog walker that cost me £10 each week.
“Hello, Mr Taylor!” Caitlin said, scurrying across the road to intercept us. “Do you want me to walk Pippin tomorrow?”
“Of course I do, honey.” I said to the enthusiastic teenager. “Did I pay you for last week?”
Caitlin nodded.
“Who’s this?” She said, gesturing to Sandy.
You try getting out of this one.
“Oh, this is my niece Sandy” I said, giving Sandy a knowing glance. “I’m just looking after her for the weekend.”
Caitlin bounced up and down.
“Awesome!” She said, giving Sandy a hug. “I’m Caitlin. You’re so pretty! We’ll have to hang out some time!”
Sandy giggled and brushed her hair back.
“I’d love that!” She said, reaching out to hold my hand. “Uncle Stephen is so fun to visit!”
After the girls exchanged pleasantries, Sandy and I entered my house, with Pippin still in tow, and took off our shoes.
“I’ll put Pippin out into the garden for a while.” I said, taking the dog off his leash and wafting him to the backdoor.
Sandy diligently washed her dog-infused fingers, as did I, then we stood in the hallway not saying anything.
“Shall I show you where I go through your paperwork?” I said, not really sure what on Earth I meant by such an offer.
Sandy nodded and took my hand again.
“I’ve always wanted to see where you work.” She said, a sly grin spreading across her pale face.
I guided her upstairs, almost in the same way that I had guided Pippin outside, and showed her my home office.
“Exciting, huh?” I said, self-deprecatingly. “This is where the magic happens!”
Sandy laughed and peered amongst my paperwork.
“Is there any dirt here I can use on some of the other students?” She said, mischievously.
I shook my head.
“Nah, nothing that interesting, I’m afraid.”
“Damn.” She said, taking my hand once again. “Come on, show me where you sleep!”
Since I had crossed the line from integrity to scumbag about an hour ago, I allowed Sandy to weave me through to the main bedroom. She had already sussed out where it was, so I did not need to give directions.
“It’s really big!” She said, admiring my tastefully-decorated man cave. “Do you get many visitors?”
As Sandy sat down on the bed, I crouched by her feet and rubbed her scuffed knee.
“No, not these days.” I said, with disarming honesty. “There isn’t much call for an educator like me.”
Sandy unbuttoned her shorts and pushed the strap off her other shoulder.
“Are you sure?” She said, her gaze drilling into my loneliness.
I pulled off one of her socks. Then the other.
“They’re cute.” I said, placing them gently on the desk opposite the end of the bed.
“You’re cute.” Said Sandy, pulling her shorts down to her ankles. “Go on!”
I slipped the shorts off and placed them with the socks.
“You’re wearing nickers today.” I said, giving the underwear a gentle rub.
Sandy nodded.
“I thought you might like to keep them.” She said, leaning back and bringing her feet up to her side on the bed. “Do you like them?”
I nodded, leaning in and pressing my face to them.
“They’re beautiful.” I said, in a matter-of-fact sort of way.
I was not being complimentary. I was just telling the truth.
“Can you teach me what to do?” The girl said, pulling her top down further and exposing her chest. “I know you’ll be gentle.”
“I’ll be gentle.” I said, slipping off her underwear and pulling her top up over her head. “I swear.”
I put my face back between her legs and lapped away hungrily at her clitoris and piss-hole and vaginal canal.
“I don’t smell bad, do I?!” She said, genuinely worried. “I did wash properly earlier!”
I began fingering her vagina as my tongue concentrated on pleasuring her.
“No, you smell wonderful!” I said, rubbing at my jeans, which had gotten incredibly tight.
At that moment, there was a knock at the door downstairs.
“I bet it’s that Caitlin girl.” Said Sandy, continuing to rub herself as I stood up. “You can so tell she likes you.”
There was now a petulant bitchiness to the tone of Sandy’s voice, which was not one of her finer features.
“I’ll just go check.” I said, jogging down to answer the door.
There stood two boys from college, Callum and Simon, both wearing loose clothing and giant grins on their faces. Callum had been responsible for the “SANDY SUCKS DICKS” poem in the college toilets.
“Hey, guys, come on in!” I said, freeing the way and pointing to mine and Sandy’s shoes as a silent hint. “She’s upstairs and ready.”
The three of us marched upstairs and entered the bedroom. Sandy sat there, having found a towel to partially cover herself with. I cannot use the term “partially” strongly enough.
“You!” She exclaimed, instantly recognising the two boys from one of her classes.
“Nice one, mate!” Said Callum, pulling the towel from the increasingly nervous girl’s body.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” Said Simon, sitting on the bed next to her. “We’ve wanted to do this to her for ages.”
“Sorry, love, it’s not your day.” I said to Sandy, without making eye-contact with the girl as I removed my clothing.
Sandy gasped.
“Just thought we’d all have a little party.” I said, closing the bedroom door and placing the desk chair against it.
As Callum and Simon stripped off too, Sandy began to cry.
“P-p-please don’t!” She said, mewling pathetically. “I’m frightened!”
I lifted the shaking girl up and threw her into the centre of the king-sized bedd.
“It won’t take long, babe.” Said Callum, taking a roll of tape from a shelf and unbinding it. “Now close your mouth like a good girl.”
Sandy instinctively tried darting for the bedroom door, but Simon caught her and carried her back to the bed.
“Shhh.” Whispered Simon into the girl’s ear. “This is just a precaution.”
He sat with the girl between his legs and pulled the back of her hair up to expose her nape. Callum wrapped the tape around her mouth and neck a few times, then bit off the end with his teeth, making sure to stare into Sandy’s eyes as he did so. With a little pat to make everything stick, Callum returned the roll of tape to the shelf and joined us all on the bed.
I had begun sucking at Sandy’s toes, which had freshly trimmed nails. Simon was kissing her cheek with a heavy panting that clearly disturbed her. Callum leant in and suckled hungrily at her tits, biting now and then to make her squeak.
“She learns fast, sir.” Said Simon, taking time away from the girl’s cheek.
“Funny that,” I said, with a satirical grin, “as she’s dumb as fuck usually.”
As tears streamed down Sandy’s face, myself and the two boys stroked our hungry erections. We were all in good shape, although I had to suck in my tummy slightly harder than my skinny teen guests. Callum slapped Sandy hard across the face, which only served to increase the sobbing.
“Right, shall we see how many holes we can fill up, lads?” I said, moving from Sandy’s feet to rub her pussy. “Think we’re getting a little piss coming out of this one.”
“Yeah, we’ll probably have to give her a bath!” Said Simon, inserting his tongue into Sandy’s ear. “A dirty bath for a dirty girl!”
“Did she really come round here willingly?” Said Callum, as he and Simon turned Sandy over and held her down.
“Yeah, the dog ploy works every-fucking-time.” I said, nuzzling my face between Sandy’s pink buttocks and moistening her anus with my tongue. “Mmm, I can tell we’re gonna have some fun with this end!”
Sandy tried breaking free again, but the lads were just too strong for her. Her screams, muffled by the tape, continued to make us harder. Callum slapped the girl’s arse as I swapped my tongue for my finger, burying deeper and deeper until I was up to my knuckle.
“Think she plays down here quite often.” I said, getting up onto my knees and sucking my filthy finger. “She’s pretty loose down there!”
The two boys laughed as I climbed off the bed and removed the chair from blocking the door.
“Come on, let’s give her that wash.” I said, ambling through to the bathroom and switching the light on.
Callum carried Sandy’s light form through and laid her down inside the bathtub, carefully inserting the plug into the plughole as he did. All three of us stood rubbing ourselves, until the jets of stinking urine began to spray over the girl. Callum in particular enjoyed aiming for her face, which made the girl choke. Simon went for her chest and stomach. I went for between her legs, adding to the girl’s own involuntary emissions. The tub began to fill-up to Sandy’s nose, at which point I leaned down and literally pulled the plug.
“We best be careful.” I said, as the pool of piss gurgled down the drain.
After I sprayed her with some water from the shower head and dried her off, Simon lifted the girl back up and carried her out onto the landing.
“Just put her down there, mate.” I said, retrieving some lubricant from the bedroom.
“This is it, baby.” Said Callum, sitting cross-legged on the biggest towel I could find. “Think warm thoughts, okay?”
Sandy had given up struggling by this time, so just sat with a vacant, glassy look in her eyes. Simon unwrapped the tape from around her face, which made her wince with pain. I opened the bottle of lubricant and poured some onto Callum’s throbbing dick, then rubbed some onto my own. Simon was busy snogging the girl, being careful not to place his tongue too close to her teeth.
Once he was satisfyingly lubricated, Callum pulled the girl onto his lap and began to insert his penis into her quivering anus.
“No!” She said, in one last attempt at appealing to human decency. “It hurts!”
Callum stroked her blonde mop affectionately.
“It won’t hurt for long, sweetheart.” He said, taking a few tries at getting deeper and deeper up inside the girl’s colon.
That’s where I came in, spreading her legs wider and shuffling forward to insert my own penis into her sweaty cunt.
“Nice one, guys!” Simon said, leaning in and holding the girl’s legs for me. “You all look great!”
Once Callum and I had gotten our pounding rhythm right, Simon went into the bedroom and returned a few seconds later with the larger item in my dildo collection. He lubricated this too and wrapped his free hand around Sandy’s lips, squeezing mercilessly hard.
“Open up, you whore!” He said, with a menacing grin. “We’ve got one more hole to fill!”
Sandy complied once I gave her another slap across her tear and piss drenched face. Simon inserted the rubber instrument and began fucking her face with it. She gagged and writhed about, but mine and Callum’s cocks kept her in place.
“Take it, baby!” Simon said, often keeping the dildo inside Sandy’s throat for so long that she nearly passed-out. “Be a good girl and take it all!”
Callum reached orgasm first, shuddering uncontrollably and squeezing the girl’s pert tits one last time.
“Your turn, lads.” He said, pushing Sandy off his lap and lying her on her side.
Simon and I took turns ejaculating inside her bum, then I retrieved her nickers from my bedroom desk and stuffed them deep inside her anus as a stopper.
“Keep them up inside you until tomorrow.” I said, giving her face one last heavy slap. “Otherwise you’ll get a fail.”
As per our agreement, I dropped Callum and Simon off at their addresses first, before abandoning Sandy on the park bench where we had met earlier that day.
The next day, I staggered into college on knees weak from rare sexual activity. I went about my office/cupboard admin and met Sandy for our usual extra teaching session. She thanked me for procuring the two boys for her, whom she had personally selected, then passed me the pair of nickers I had inserted inside her. She did give me a few notes on our conduct, mostly about wanting to be slapped harder next time and not to put the plug in the bathtub whilst pissing on her. That actually freaked her out in a bad way.
As it turns out, the sexually submissive are actually pretty bossy in real life.
“I’ll remember.” I said, brushing her blonde hair back from her tired eyes. “You still look so pretty.”
“Thank you, sir.”
THE END
