Story: Allison’s Education, Part 13 – Soccer

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Gym was already embarrassing for Allison, given the poorly-fitted uniform she was forced to wear.   The crotch of the gym shorts always vanished up her pussy, leaving her pussy lips exposed, and the halter top stretched so tight across her large tits that it became semi-transparent, and offered no support whatsoever.

But Coach Burton seemed to have developed a special delight in further humiliating the big-uddered Allison, and looked for every opportunity to further degrade her.

He would always bring Allison to the front of the class to demonstrate any new stretches or exercises he had for the class, forcing her to spread her legs in front of her classmates, bend at the waist, and bounce her tits while everyone watched and laughed.

These demonstrations caused difficulties for Allison because one of those watching was Sean.  Sean was supposed to be the boyfriend of Allison’s friend Kiki, but he was increasingly making no secret of his lust for Allison’s huge tits, and Kiki had noticed.  Allison could tell that Kiki blamed Allison for this development – and to be honest, Allison blamed herself too.  The whole world seemed to be telling her that it was her fault for having big tits, her fault for being a slut, her fault for cockteasing boys into wanting to rape her.

She wished Sean wouldn’t look at her so much, and would pay more attention to Kiki, but she also knew it was her own fault, for having such huge fuckbags.  And so when Kiki began to be a little harsher with Allison, a little crueller with her, and to occasionally insult her and belittle Allison in front of her friends, Allison accepted it, knowing that it was exactly what she deserved for leading Sean along with her slutty body.

Today the class were playing soccer.  Allison was in misery, her tits bouncing painfully as she jogged up and down the soccer pitch.  But to make it worse, every time her friend Kiki got control of the ball, Kiki would kick it directly at Allison’s chest.  Allison would inevitably flinch, and try to protect herself with her arms – and the Coach would blow the whistle, and yell at Allison for touching the ball.

“You can’t use your hands in soccer, Allison!” he reminded her.  But Kiki would kick the ball at her again, and Allison would protect herself again, and she would be right back where she started.

After the third such incident, Coach Burton decided he had had enough.  He took a short length of rope and bound Allison’s hands behind her back.

“There,” he said.   “Now you *can’t* use your hands.”

Kiki immediately responded to this by kicking the ball at Allison again – and with Allison unable to protect herself, the ball smashed into Allison’s undefended tits, making Allison squeal with pain, and eliciting laughter from the entire class.

And after that, the game changed entirely.  No one seemed interested in scoring – they all wanted to kick the ball at Allison’s breasts.  Allison ran up and down the field, trying to seek shelter, but everywhere she went, she felt the soccer ball bashing into her fuckmelons, again and again, squashing them, bruising them, crushing them.  Each new impact brought tears to Allison’s eyes, and laughter from the class – including the Coach, who made no effort to stop this, and laughed right along with the students.

And Allison had by now been trained far too well to associate breast pain with arousal.  Her cunt quickly became gushing wet, soaking through her gym shorts, and beginning to trickle down her thighs with visible wetness.

When Allison finally lost her balance, and fell to the ground tits-down, taking the entire weight of her body on her titflesh, the coach called an end to it.

“Go sit on the bench for the rest of the lesson, Allison,” he said.  “Kiki, you go with her, and put some ice on her fuckbags.”

Allison thought that Kiki might unbind her hands, but Kiki seemed to have no interest in doing that.   Instead she sat on the bleachers, and made Allison sit on the ground in front of her, between her spread legs, with both girls facing the sports field.  Kiki leaned down and pulled up Allison’s halter, exposing her tits to the entire class.  Then she took ice in each hand and held it against Allison’s tits, with particular attention to her nipples, until Allison was gasping and squeaking.

“It’s too cold, Kiki!” Allison objected.

“Oh, sorry,” said Kiki, but she didn’t sound sorry.  And she reached down and dropped the half-melted ice down the front of Allison’s shirts, where it began to chill Allison’s pussy and melt into her shorts.   And meanwhile Kiki grabbed Allison’s tits in her hands and began to “massage” them – which consisted of squeezing them as hard as she could, delivering agonising pain to Allison’s bruised, abused slutmelons.

Allison began to cry, which only prompted Kiki to squeeze harder – and then pick up more ice to torture Allison’s tits further.  When the ice was half-melted, she again dropped it down Allison’s pants, and returned to crushing Allison’s tits in her hands.

“Don’t cry,” she whispered in Allison’s ear.  “It’s not your fault you’re a big-uddered cocktease whore.  Say it.  Say you’re a big-uddered cocktease whore.”

“I’m a big-uddered cocktease whore,” gasped Allison.

“Good girl,” said Kiki.   “Isn’t it lucky you have friends like me?  Who else would be friends with a big-uddered cocktease whore?”

“Thank you,” gasped Allison.   “I’m glad you’re my friend.”

Kiki responded by grabbing Allison’s nipples and twisting them as hard as she could.

Allison was truly grateful to have such a friend.

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Given Allison’s behaviour at school, and given her appearance on posters that advertised that big-uddered girls deserved rape, it was inevitable that eventually someone would force themselves upon her.

For Allison, her first such experience was that same day, as she was leaving school to walk home.  She was about two blocks from the school, walking through a narrow that ran behind the local shops, when she realised three boys had followed her from school.

She realised too late, though, because one was already grabbing her from behind and putting his hand over her mouth.  Two others came up.  One grabbed her arms, pulling them back, and the other moved to stand in front of her.

“Gonna have some fun, slut,” he said, a cruel smile on his face, and he reached out and ripped open the front of her blouse.  Then he grabbed her tits and pulled them out of her spike-studded bra.

The boy behind Allison pushed her down to her knees, and the boy in front of her pulled out his cock and began masturbating.  Allison’s eyes were fixed upon his stiff cock as he pumped it at  her face.  Sometimes the boy behind her pushed her head forward, and she found herself kissing the tip of his dick, tasting his pre-cum – but facefucking her wasn’t on the agenda today, and she wasn’t forced to take it into her mouth.

“Please,” Allison begged.  “Please, no.”

But the boys didn’t want to hear her begging.  The boy at her side pulled off her skirt – exposing her bare cunt – and stuffed it into her mouth as a gag, pulling it around behind her head and tying it in place.

They saw the lock on her pussy and laughed.

“Look at what she’s got on her cunt,” the boy who had removed her skirt said.  “What a slut.”

“Don’t need your holes to use you as our fucktoy, bitch,” said the boy who was masturbating in front of her face.

And shortly after saying that, he grunted, as he reached his climax, and Allison felt hot, stick sperm splatter across her tits.

Then the boys changed positions, and the one who had first grabbed Allison moved to masturbate onto her.

Eventually all three boys had their turn, and Allison’s fuckbags were coated with three sticky loads of sperm.  She was degraded, violated, humiliated – and yet at the same time grateful that her pussy lock had prevented them from violating her fertile, unprotected pussy.

“Leave the cum on them, slut,” said the first boy.  “Don’t wash them off.” 

He tucked her spermy tits back into her spiked bra, and rebuttoned her blouse.  Then they took the skirt from her mouth, and ran away with it, laughing, leaving Allison naked from the waist down, with their sperm soaking into her bra and blouse.

Allison had to run home, hoping no one would see her bare cunt and ass.  Luckily her parents didn’t see her come in, and she was able to immediately hide in her bedroom.

She pulled off her blouse and bra, and looked at her tits, where the sperm was still drying.  She had never been so humiliated and violated.

But her fingers were already straying to her clitoris chain, eager to tug on it, to hurt herself in the only form of masturbation she could enjoy through her locked cunt. .  And she had been told not to *wash* off her breasts, but maybe she could…

She lifted her left tit to her mouth, and licked.  The sperm tasted good.

Slowly she licked her tits clean as she tugged on her clit.  The bits she couldn’t reach with her tongue, she cleaned with her fingers and then licked her fingers clean.  Then she licked her bra and blouse clean to make sure she didn’t miss any cum.

And finally, she slapped her tits with her hands, hard, until they hurt enough to let her cum. 

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