Teachers Conference

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Several years ago, another female teacher and I were selected to attend a Teachers Conference/Seminar in Southern California. Our expenses were paid by the school district. My name is Donna; the other teacher was Pamela, "Pam." We were both excited to have been selected to attend the conference. Pam and I were not friends, but were acquaintances, and on congenial terms.

We got together in the Teachers Lounge and got better acquainted. We discussed our travel plans, flight, and time of departure and so on. We also decided that going to the conference necessitated updating our wardrobes. Off to the mall we went, together, one Saturday and splurged a bit. Since it was California, I purchased appropriate lighter clothing, concentrating on dresses, and heels, and some new underwear. We had fun shopping. I'm a petite redhead, small breasts, and Pam is a model slender brunette, with sexy long legs and has small breasts also. I'm a 32B.

On the date of departure, we checked in at the airport for our flight to L.A. We didn't have any problem clearing security. The flight from Boise to L.A. was smooth and uneventful. We arrived on time, called the courtesy shuttle from the airport for transportation to our hotel in Long Beach, and were soon checked in to our shared room for the three days we would be there. Since we were teachers, on a limited budget from the school district, we had to share a single room with two queen beds. The room was nicely furnished and we did have an ocean view from our room on the 4th floor.

The first event of the conference was a 'mixer' at the conference center. While there, we met a number of interesting and intelligent people, who were a credit to the teaching profession. Four men we met there that evening were destined to involve Pam and me in an embarrassing, humiliating, sexual encounter. They raped us.

During the day, we attended and participated in various meetings and seminars on our respective course specialties. Pam was a PE instructor and I a history teacher, so we were separated most of the day. At the end of the day on the second day, we ("Pam & I") went down to the nightclub/lounge in the basement of the hotel to have a drink and relax. Actually, we had more than "a drink" and became giggly and playful, having fun, being away from our strict Mormon town in Idaho.

After perhaps an hour or an hour and a half, the four men we met at the mixer came into the lounge, looked around, spotted us, and came over to our table. They introduced themselves (again,) as Max, JR, Marty, and Jesse. They had removed their name tags and they didn't mention their last names. I didn't recall them at all, and neither did Pam. Jesse was a Black man, a football coach or something. They were teachers at the same high school in South L.A.

We moved to a large horseshoe shaped booth in the corner since our table wasn't big enough for six. Somehow, Pam and I wound up seated between two men each. Max, me, JR, Marty. Pam and Jesse. The guys insisted on buying us more drinks. By then, since we hadn't eaten, Pam and I were getting foolish, giggling more and more, and acting silly. The guys joined in, in the play. Laughing, telling jokes, and, occasionally, hugging Pam or I. I'd had enough to drink that I didn't resist nor object when I was hugged, squeezed, and one of the guy’s hands found its way to my knees (from either side.) Nor did Pam. There was a small dance floor and they started asking us to dance. We accepted and found ourselves having a grand time dancing with them. Usually one of us, Pam or I, would be out on the floor with one of them and the other in the booth with the other guys.

The guys ordered hors d'oeuvres for us when we said that we hadn't eaten and would have to leave. Max said we were having too much fun to break up so early, so Pam and I stayed.

We were, initially, having a good time. Flirtatious, but not indecent. That changed during the dancing.

On the floor, it was being held too tightly, hands roaming up and down our bodies, stolen kisses, being danced into a dark corner and kissed indecently, french kissed, while hands cupped and squeezed my buns and I was pulled against Max's body, his crotch rubbing against my tummy and I felt his erection hardening.

In the booth, Pam had hands up under her skirt and fingers teasing and rubbing her pussy while one of the other guys was french kissing her. When I glanced over at the booth while dancing with JR, I was shocked to see Pam kissing Jesse deeply. His hand was on her leg, up under her dress, moving. Our clothing, my new dress, was getting rumpled and both of us were disheveled by the mauling we received. We tried to get away, but couldn't. I suppose, because of what we'd had to drink and not being used to male attention after being married so many years.

We kept pleading to go to our room but they kept delaying us. Then, suddenly, they agreed....but insisted on escorting us to our room.
We tried to demur, but they wouldn't hear of it, so we gave in. Big Mistake!

We all went up in the elevator to our floor (Pam & mine,) down the hall to our room. When we got there, I couldn't get the card key to work, so Max took it from me and opened the door. We all went inside.

I turned to Max to thank him for helping us, and for having a good time, but I was really shocked by what had happened in the lounge. Pam sat on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands. Jesse sat down beside her and put his arm around her. She didn't object, and he hugged her, and then kissed her.

Max stepped up to me, put his arms around me, his mouth captured my lips and I was being french kissed again. We sort of toppled over onto my bed. I broke away from his demanding kiss when we went down and shouted..."NO! No! Stop it!" But he ignored me. His mouth was on mine again, his tongue in my mouth, his hands lifting, pulling my dress up. We rolled round on the bed. I kept gasping, panting, and saying ... "no...no...no...no!" I tried to hit him, swing at him, scratch him, but my struggles were ineffective. He was gradually getting my dress up to my waist.

I was flailing my head back and forth whenever I could. I caught glimpses of Pam struggling with Jesse and Marty. They were stripping her, while she tried to fight them off. I saw that they had her skirt and panties off, she was kicking her long white legs frantically, but two men were overcoming her resistance.

I felt Max get the hem of my dress up to my waist and he ripped and tore my panties off. Then he stood up and told JR to "hold her," as he undressed. JR got on the bed, grabbed me, began kissing me, and his hand went between my thighs, to my pussy. He was fingering me, teasing and rubbing my pussy as he kissed me.

Then Max was back on me, naked, his penis erect and hard, pointing at me. I tried to clamp my legs together...yelling..."NO! STOP IT...DON'T!"

Then he was on me...over me, covering me....his knees between my legs, holding me open, while he guided the head of his cock to my pussy, rubbed it up and down over my pussy lips, parting them, I felt him. He raped me...then...penetrated inside me...slowly and steadily... going deeper inside. I squealed....when he penetrated me...and again...when he went all the way inside and flexed inside me. He was big, bigger than my hubby. "OH MY GOD!" rang through my mind.

I could hear the sounds of intercourse...rape...from the bed beside mine. The Black football coach was raping Pam, slapping against her, his black cock hard, shiny and rubbing and sliding back and forth, in and out, of her pussy. She was trying to keep Marty from getting his erect cock in her mouth, rolling her head from side to side...Jesse was moving faster...harder...

Then Max forced my attention back to him.

He was fucking me rapidly, long smooth hard strokes...grunting...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh each time he raped into me. I sobbed, and yielded, I let him have me. I turned my face away from him, I couldn't look at him, but I could feel EVERYTHING he was doing to me. Clamped his mouth on mine and his tempo increased still further. I was suddenly horrified by the realization that it was my fertile period. I didn't use birth control. I shouted NO into his mouth. NO." But it came out..."MM! MM! MM!"

It happened.

He fucked his cock into me as far as it would go and held it inside me. I could feel him pulsing...throbbing....inside me...deep...all the way...no. Spurting...spurting...spurting.

Then it was over.

He relaxed on top of me, between my open thighs; resting his weight on me...heavily...I wanted out from under him..."Please, please, get off me." His cock softened.

Then JR ...."My turn Max, get outa the way."

Max moved off me. Before I could move, JR was on top of me, and in me, and it started again. Raping...fucking...slapping...slapping. I tried to stay still, unmoving, unresponsive, unfeeling, my mind filled with despair.

I heard Jesse finish and get off Pam. She was sobbing as if heartbroken. The same thing happened to her that had to me...it started again...the raping...the fucking...in and out...flesh slapping, whimpers...grunts...moans... then....'Yeaaaaaaahhh" Marty had cum inside Pam.

JR was the last to finish. He ejaculated inside me. Throbbing and spurting. The third man in my life to have 'known" me!

OH GOD!

I heard them moving, gathering clothes, dressing, the door opening and closing. Silence in the room. Pam sobbed.

Silence.

I slept.

[finman]

Nice...and I happen to be waiting for my nephew here at his high school. Mmm would love to find A Donna or Pam here hehe

[MissyB]

Mmm... I was in the moment! I like your story! :-)

[danman89]

good story. i really enjoyed it

[Blackmailu]

Nice story.

[Remiel]

Very good story.