For Tom and Mike it was the last day of school before the winter vacation. More then ever, school was boring since they had nothing to do but sit around in class, while the teachers summed up their grades. It was break-time, but the teacher stayed in class. People came in and out of the classroom, socializing, talking about two long weeks of parties and having a good time. Suddenly, the two guys saw Samantha standing outside, in front of the door. She probably wanted to come in, to talk to one of her friends, but she acted shyly, as if she didn’t like that teacher still being there. Tom and Mike went to speak to her: “Hey! What are you up to?” With her eyes focused inside, she said “Nothing much. I just want to talk to Rebecca. Doesn’t your teacher ever leave the classroom?” “Don’t mind her… she won’t even notice you’re her” Tom told Samantha in an assuring way. “Anyway, why is your face so red?” Mike asked, gently brushing his hand against the girl’s now fiery cheek. “We’re kind of having an end of semester celebration in school. Some of my colleagues managed to sneak some booze.” Samantha answered almost whispering. Tom then said loudly, in a mocking way, pinching her ass: “So, how much did you drink?” “Keep your voice down, pleaseeee. I don’t want everyone to know about this” whispered Samantha, already embarrassed, obviously a little tipsy. The teenage girl went to talk to her friend. Samantha was not a very tall girl, but she had voluptuous body and her face was definitely what you’d call “cute”. Her thighs and butt-cheeks were deliciously shaped, not to talk about her breasts: quite big, a little loose, jumping around at any of the girl’s movements, as if constantly asking for attention from underneath her red sweater. She had long, straight, plentiful, dark-auburn hair that draped freely down to the middle of her back. Her deep black eyes emphasized the childish look of her face, which had been pale, until had been reddened by the blood coursing because of the alcohol. The girl was wearing a blue jacket, the red sweater, a blue-jean colored skirt that didn’t actually reach her knees and some white semitransparent pantyhose that covered the rest of her feet on that chilly day. The period was almost over and Samantha wanted to leave, but Mike grabbed her hand and asked her where she was going. She said she was going home and then Tom had a somewhat brilliant idea: “Stay at our class.” The girl was quite amazed, tho reluctant. Mike insisted: “Come on. What do you have to lose? Are you in a hurry or something?” “Mike, your teacher will get mad at me!” “No, she won’t. Screw her! She doesn’t even know what day it is…” The teacher didn’t seem to stop writing. Samantha agreed to stay and she took a seat in the back of the classroom, between Tom and Mike. The three of them started talking. The guys didn’t miss out a chance touching Samantha’s soft hands, of speaking intimately into her ear, of putting their arms around her shoulders or of “accidentally” brushing their elbows against her breasts. They talked about music, movies, school-gossip, clubs and parties; whatever. The girl seemed to be enjoying herself, as she was constantly laughing and giggling. She liked being around the guys. After all, Samantha was a ninth-grader and they were both eleven-graders and that inspired her with a sort of coolness. Then all of a sudden, in perfect synchronization, Tom and Mike put their hands on the girl’s legs. At first, she felt a chill running from her legs, up to her spine, reaching her nipples and making them erect. She smiled slightly as she asked: “What are you doing, guys?” They didn’t answer, but they continued to rub her thighs, slowly moving from the knees towards Samantha’s pussy. She almost closed her eyes and she gasped, as she seemed to be saying something inaudible – her lips were moving, but no sound came out. Without any consideration for their classmates or for the teacher, Tom and Mike were now playing with Samantha’s pussy through her silky, white panties. She involuntarily spread her legs, little by little. The moisture of her panties was getting noticeable. Samantha was still silently moving her lips, until the words materialized: “Oh, my God…. I can’t believe I’m…. doing… this! Please, guys, please, stop. I don’t… not here, not now” The two boys approached her face, as to whisper something in her ear, at the same time. Mike said: “Why? Don’t you like it, Samantha? Don’t you like my fingers touching you?” Tom said: “You don’t actually want us to stop… You’re just saying that… Just sit back and enjoy”. The guys slipped their finger inside the girl’s panties as they touched their lips against Samantha’s cheeks. Her heart was racing faster as the two fingers were massaging her labia. She couldn’t resist the temptation, she couldn’t say no. She was shaking and she was breathing deeply and quickly. Of course, no one paid attention to the three, considering the usual noise that overtook the class in the last couple of school days. In Samantha’s mind, however, there was silence – pure silence and pure pleasure. Her forehead and, actually, her entire body, were sweaty. Her stomach was slowly convulsing as waves of excitement rippled through it. Samantha’s breasts were trembling as they were engulfed by an inner-heat of higher and higher sexual arousal. Tom and Mike looked at each other, they nodded their heads and both of them glided their fingers in the girl’s pussy. Taken by surprise, she felt as if she was about to explode. She let out and “Ahhh!” that reached the spectacled teacher’s ears; she looked around for a second and then she went back to the papers. Meanwhile, the boys went deeper in Samantha’s vagina. She struggled for air as the sticky fluid of pleasure was leaking out of her. Mike took out his finger and he slid it across Samantha’s already wet lips. Almost oblivious to the fact that she was tasting her own juices, she sucked on her lips and she surrendered to the orgasm that had been building up. It didn’t take long for it to happen – as she climaxed, she felt an explosion, a most intense and pleasurable one. The boys were still stimulating her pussy, with that maddening movement inside of it. As the orgasm faded, she came back to her senses. Or, at least, she thought she did. The bell rang – it was break time already. She couldn’t believe it – 50 minutes went by just like that. But it wasn’t the period the bell was ringing for. It was a fire drill. All students were asked to gather in the schoolyard. Samantha was confused, she was still tipsy from the little booze she had, but mostly from that unprecedented fingering. The girl stood up and she felt very dizzy as she did. She and the two guys headed down the stairs, but instead of going outside, they went into the bathroom. Tom locked the bathroom door and he turned off the lights – it got quite dark in there. Mike began kissing Samantha, while he was holding her hungrily in his arms. Tom came from behind and cupped her beautifully large breasts through her sweater. Mike did so as well. The guys, bursting with desire, soon put their hands on Samantha’s flesh, still rubbing her tits. She couldn’t focus anymore – the pleasure was coming from allover her body – from her lips, from her earlobes, from her pussy, from her rock-hard nipples. Unable to withhold himself any longer, Tom lifted the girl’s skirt, he pulled her panties and her pantyhose to her knees and he penetrated her with the throbbing dick he held in his hand. As her hymen was being torn by the large cock, Samantha, barely realizing what had just happened, screamed both in despair and in pleasure. Mike was still enjoying the touch of her shaking lips. Samantha’s eyes were wrapped in tears – tears of a sharp, short pain and of excitement. Tom grabbed her long, chestnut hair and he nailed the girl to the cold wall. He hammered away into her dripping-wet hot pussy and he pulled her hair with great strength that caused her to cry out even harder. The boy grunted into her ear: “Do you like it, ha? You want my big cock deep inside your cunt, don’t you?” She mumbled a kind of “Aha” as she could yet feel Tom’s palms grabbing and shearing her breasts. Feelings and sensations that coursed through her teenage mind were a mix of childish happiness, lust, greed, regret and fear. Mike watched nervously, waiting for his turn at the girl. Samantha felt another incoming orgasm – from underneath her skin, from between her legs, from her toes and from under her fingernails, up her arched back, just seconds away from blasting her brain. The powerful and yet fine scent of lavender springing from Samantha’s hair took Tom over the edge. He pulled out and he violently ejaculated his hot cum on the girl’s butt-cheeks. She was confused, disappointed with not having the orgasm she expected, yet satisfied, contented, drunk with pleasure and desire, knowing that Mike was going to fill her again in a second. He removed her panties, her pantyhose and her sneakers, leaving her barefooted on the floor. A few drops of light-red blood were dripping from her pussy, but Mike wiped it with a tissue. He gazed into Samantha’s eyes and she slimly smiled, excited about what, once again, was to come. Mike grabbed her by the thighs and he wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her and pushed her back against the wall. He shoved his shaft into her vagina gently, giving her time to adjust to the pressure. Samantha put her hands around Mike’s neck as he grabbed her ass, sliding her up and down his moving cock, faster and faster. The girl started moaning: “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me as hard as you can! Oh, my God! It feels so good!” The two of them never lost eye contact. Samantha’s sighs were getting deeper and more erratic as the desired orgasm took over her. She felt that wonderful flood of pleasure and release washing over her mind and body. Mike turned his back against the wall and slowly put the girl on the floor. Her feet were like rubber so she dropped to her knees in an instant. Mike got his fingers caught up in the girl’s brown hair, delicately pressing her head, like he was expecting a blowjob. At first, Samantha didn’t even know what to think or do. But reality kind of struck her, when Mike’s erect cock entered her lips. She was sickened by the idea and she wanted to but an end to it. But the boy kept pushing, until his member was half-way in. Now the damage was done and Samantha just adjusted to the situation, which was actually more interesting than she initially thought. She moved her tongue around the thick shaft pulsating between her lips. Then, she started sliding her mouth front and back, as she was softly touching Mike’s testicles with her small hand. More and more uninhibited and accustomed became the girl’s movements. Mike said, encouragingly: “You’re so good at it, baby. Suck it, Samantha! Suck it! Oh, it’s awesome!” The tongue, the lips, the fingertips, the tremendous amount of spit involved and the girl’s inexperienced moves made Mike climax, without warning, deep in Samantha’s mouth, in her neck, beyond the “point-of-compulsory-swallow”. Barely tasting the cum, the girl swallowed. The guys helped her to get up and get cleaned. She got dressed and she kissed them both on the cheeks, saying, in a very juvenile manner, “Thank you both! Bye now!” They responded “See ya!” “Bye” still unable to believe themselves what just happened. The fire drill was over and everyone got back to class. Soon afterwards, Samantha took a cab and she went home. She was confused. On the one hand, it felt good, it was amazing; she felt better than she had ever felt before; aroused, excited, sexually satisfied. On the other hand, she felt embarrassed, in a sense disappointed – she didn’t imagine she would get deflowered in the school bathroom; she didn’t imagine it would be with two guys at the same time; she felt slutty and that was a good reason for feeling bad about what she did. However, memories of the guys’ hands massaging he pussy and her tits, of their cocks inside of her, of doing something forbidden and risky, were, whether she admitted it or not, very delighting. As she thought of the past hour, she grinned slightly as she looked out of the cab window. THE END.