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Subject: {ASSM} Team Mascot Teacher (M+/f, exhib, beast)
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Miss Ashford was a High School English teacher. Her body was every
schoolboy's dream and she showed it off in button down dresses that
clung to her breasts and skirts that exposed her delicate knees and
long with slender ankles. Every guy in her class had received an
eyeful of her milky white breasts as she leaned over their desk to
help them with their work. The guys used to follow behind her as she
made her way to the staff room, watching her tight little ass sway
from side to side as she walked.  She liked the attention from her
students and they all knew it.

One Friday Miss Ashford was the only teacher available to supervise
the basketball team on the bus to their game.  School policy for bus
trips was that the teacher in charge would sit in the back where while
the driver managed the front.  Miss Ashford sat on the back seat next
to the window.  The drive to the school was quiet and uneventful, none
of the boys got up the nerve to sit next to her.

When they arrived at their destination, everyone stood up to get out.
She was pressed up against Michael the team captain and he said, "hey
teacher, how about a kiss for good luck?"  Before she could answer,
Michael had grabbed her shoulders and planted a long passionate kiss
on her lips. Miss Ashford's lips parted in surprise only to find
Michael's tongue probing inside her mouth. The team roared with
appreciation and started piling out of the bus behind the triumphant
Michael.

By the end of the game Miss Ashford was cheering her team on to win
with enthusiasm, the incident of the kiss on the bus forgotten. The
team was triumphant and proudly made their way back onto the bus.  The
bus was filled with loud cheering song as it wound its way back to the
school with Miss Ashford sitting by the window on the back seat next
to Michael.

The old bus rattled along loudly and Michael turned to Miss Ashford,
leaning forward and kissing her again on the lips. Forgetting herself
in the excitement Miss Ashford kissed him back for a few seconds
before remembering herself and pushing him away "Michael really, its
quite improper for you to kiss me like that!" she exclaimed
indignantly.

"Kiss you? Miss Ashford, you were kissing me! All the guys here saw
it, right guys?" Michael asked turning to the guy's around him. To
Miss Ashford's horror they all nodded and agreed as she sat shaking
her head, "No, no, you definitely kissed me Michael and as nice as it
was it mustn't happen again" she replied in a shaky voice, a little
taken back by the rising pleasure she was feeling inside from
teenager's sexual advances.

Michael leaned forward taking Miss Ashford's chin in his hand and
kissed her lightly on her lips, "Miss Ashford, you needn't be so
defensive, no one here is going to report you for having a little fun,
unless of course you are going to report yourself, you see you have
already kissed me inappropriately twice and there were witnesses" he
advised her softly, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered.

Miss Ashford's eyes widened as Michael kissed her again, she responded
with a shocked look on her face but her mouth opened again for the
boy's tongue that sought out her's. Michael pressed her back against
the seat of the bus, his hand sliding over her breasts, cupping them
and unbuttoning her blouse, playing with her nipples until they were
jutting forth with excitement, then traveling down to raise the skirt
of her dress.

As Michael's hand met the soft smooth skin of Miss Ashford's inner
thigh her eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan emitted from deep within
her throat. "Please Michael, please don't do this, it's not right" she
muttered between kisses her hand clasping the muscular bicep of the
arm that was moving it's way up her leg.

Michael looked at the beautiful flushed face of his teacher, her eyes
shining with desire as she tried to catch her breath.  His hand slid
beneath her moist panties and his fingers delved between the slippery
lips of her pussy.

"OH!" Miss Ashford gasped, but it was muffled by Michael's mouth as he
kissed her again, one of his legs sliding between hers to hold them
open as he moved two fingers in and out of her cunt, his other hand
sliding around her waist to hold her to him. Moans and panting was all
the others could hear for a while as they watched their team captain
and the tiny English teacher.

Then Michael was between Miss Ashford's legs, her skirts lifted up
around her waist and he was pulling off her panties.  The sound of a
zipper could be heard as Michael positioned himself. A long muffled
moan came from Miss Ashford as Michael plunged his hips forward
burying his cock deep inside her widespread pussy.  The rest of the
team watched as Michael pumped the English teacher's pussy hard and
fast, keeping his lips fastened to hers in order to muffle her cries
of pleasure.

When Michael finally came to rest between Miss Ashford's legs, he
lifted his mouth from hers, his cock softening as he pulled it from
within her cum soaked pussy. Miss Ashford sighed as he rolled from
her, but before she could compose herself she found another boy
pushing his way between her thighs. She tried to push him away but he
kissed her hard as he drove his already rigid shaft into her wet
slippery pussy.

"No... NO! You mustn't OHHHmmmmfff!" her frantic cries were muffled
once again.

The horrified Miss Ashford wondered if the whole team was going to
have it's way with her.  At that thought her body became rigid and she
orgasmed, her pussy clamping down on the teenage cock inside her
making the poor boy cum before he was ready. He was literally pulled
from between her legs when he stopped moving, his cock still pumping
spurts of cum everywhere and another boy took his place.

Succumbing to the inevitable, Miss Ashford remained in the sluttish
position, her breasts jutting out of her unbuttoned top and her legs
spread as each and every boy in the team took his turn between her
thighs. She was a mess of teenage semen, her cunt struck by wave after
wave of orgasm, the young basketball jocks fucking her thoroughly and
continuously, only letting up when they were just outside the school
grounds.

When finally Miss Ashford found herself without a pumping cock inside
her she opened her eyes to see Michael sitting next to her, he was
fastening her buttons and pulling her skirt down over her naked
thighs. "That was the best winning trophy ever Miss Ashford, some of
the guys have never even been laid before, you really made their day"
he smiled at her as he brushed a stray damp curl from her eyes.

Miss Ashford was the last to make her way off the bus.  She was a
little crumpled and her face was flushed, but she didn't look too much
worse for wear, if you didn't notice the cum streaming down the
insides of her thighs.  As she climbed shakily down the steps to solid
ground she was greeted by the bus driver, "Well Miss you certainly
know how to keep a crowd under control, that was the best trip I've
ever had with the team when it's won a game. Hey what did you do back
there anyway? Read them a story or something?" he climbed back on the
bus with a chuckle and drove off as Miss Ashford stood watching with a
stunned expression on her face.

Miss Ashford fumbled in her purse for her keys and practically fell
into her car, tossing her purse onto the passenger seat. She sat there
for a while, still wearing no panties, she had no idea what had become
of them, her pussy and inner thighs coated thickly in sticky cum which
had soaked into the skirt of her dress. A tap on the window of her car
made her jump, startled to see Michael peering in at her, "are you
alright teacher?" he inquired loudly through the glass.

"I'm fine thank you Michael, just gathering my thoughts" she replied
as she wound down the window.

"I just wanted to thank you again Miss Ashford, you made some dreams
come true today, I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did" he
grinned.

Miss Ashford didn't reply for a moment, she was too busy thinking of
Michael's thick hard young cock and how good it had felt when he
pushed it inside her; she could feel her clitoris buzz at the memory
as she played it back in her mind. "Uh, yes well as long as it stays a
team secret, I guess I could honestly say it was an experience not to
be forgotten quickly" she replied trying not to sound too encouraging.

Michael remembered how sweet it had felt sliding into the pretty young
English teacher's hot wet snatch, he also remembered how she moved
with hot passion beneath him and moaned as he fucked her. He smiled
knowingly and winked at her, "We'll make sure you come on our next
team trip" he said.

Miss Ashford blinked as she realized what he was suggesting, she
nodded mutely and there was not much she could do now that the events
of the day had come to pass. Michael Maxwell had her right where he
wanted her, and they both knew he could have her any time he desired.
"Sure Michael, anytime, but I have to go now".

---

The next Friday was another game and the team made sure she knew about
it.  Michael invited her to a team warm-up after school.  The way he
had asked, she knew she could not refuse.

"Wear this to show your team spirit," he had told her as he dropped a
duffel bag off in her classroom.

When her students had left she locked her door, pulled down the shade,
and looked inside the bag.  She gasped when she recognized what it
was.  It was the cheerleading uniform her students wore.  A very small
one!  'There's no way I can wear that,' she thought.   But she
realized she had no choice.  She took out a tiny red and white top
with a large "NHS" patch sewn on front and a matching red and white
pleated skirt.

She took off her dress and stepped into the cheerleader skirt.  The
hem of the skirt barely covered her pussy.  Anyone could easily see up
her skirt if she bent over even the slightest bit.  'At least my white
panties match the outfit,' she thought.

Miss Ashford put on the sleeveless top and it fit like a second skin.
The bottom of the sweater, which would normally show off a girl's
midriff, barely covered her breasts.  When she lifted her arms even a
little, the bottom of of her bra showed.  'There's no way I'm leaving
this room dressed like this,' she decided as she looked at herself in
the mirror.

A knock on the door shook her from her thoughts.  Someone jiggled the
doorknob.

"I am here to pick you up" Michael said.

Miss Ashford opened the door.  Michael stood speechless when he saw
the vision standing before him.  He was looking at the hottest
cheerleader ever.  He ogled her legs, skirt, stomach, chest, and
finally, her lovely face.  She was embarrassed by his attention but
also aroused and proud that this handsome boy was so interested in
her.  He stepped inside and closed the door.

"Turn around," he commanded.

She spun around, adding a bit of flair to her display.  She wanted to
show off her body to Michael.

"Very nice,' he said, 'but you aren't wearing the outfit I gave you."

"I am," she said confused and defensive, she tugged on the top and
flipped her skirt.

"Those are the outfit," Michael said, "You are wearing too much."

He lifted her skirt and tugged on her panties, "Take them off," he
commanded, "your bra too."

She was shocked but having gone this far could not resist the boys
commands.  Her face flushed with humiliation and she pulled down her
panties, but inside she felt a rush from the exhibitionism and no
guilt when she slipped off her bra as she told her self it was not her
choice.  She turned around again, this time twirling so her skirt
lifted over her pussy and ass and raising her arms until the top
lifted over her breasts.

"You look perfect," Michael said, "Follow me."

Miss Ashford glowed with the praise and followed him out the door,
eager for more.  When his two teammates saw her they were awe-struck.
There teacher's hot body barely covered by a cheerleader's outfit like
the hottest girls in school.  She blushed deeper and once again
twirled so her body was exposed and she earned even more compliments.

Michael got into the driver's seat, "Sit beside me," he told his
teacher.

She climbed in beside him.  Seated, the skirt pulled up leaving her
pussy entirely exposed.  She did not even try to tug it down as she
saw the boy's admiring looks.  It was neatly trimmed so the lips were
clearly visible and clearly swollen.  Michael handed her a lipstick.
It was bright red and she put it on for them, making a show out of
it.   They had blush and mascara as well and she did herself up for
them.  She had seen enough teenager girls to make herself up in the
slutty look that was popular.  They gave her a school baseball cap and
she put it on, with her hair in a ponytail sticking out the back.  She
was a twenty four year old teacher but now looked and felt like a high
school girl.

"Lets go get something to eat," Michael said as they pulled out of the
parking lot.  "I'm starving."

Michael drove to McDonald's.  Miss Ashford was relieved and
disappointed when they pulled up to the drive-thru.

"I want three Big Mac's and a cheeseburger, with fries and cokes ,"
Michael said into the microphone and pulled forward.

"Your total will be ... oh wow" said the teenager at the cashier
window.  His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide when he noticed the
beautiful cheerleader in the passenger seat, her pussy exposed and her
tits nearly so.  Miss Ashford suddenly realized what she was doing and
blushed with embarrassment.

"That'll be, um, $21.95," the cashier said after regaining his
composure.

"Pay him," Michael told the teacher.

Miss Ashford suddenly became very nervous.  "Um.  I . . . uh . . . I
don't have any money," she said meekly.  "I didn't know to bring my
purse."

"What?" said Michael.  "You weren't going to treat the team?"

"I was," she said, "but not with money," she added with embarrassment.

"That's a good idea," Michael said.  He turned to the cashier, "Hey
buddy, we don't have any money but maybe we can work something out.
Do you think our friend here is pretty?"

Miss Ashford was humiliated and put her hands in her lap, hiding her
pussy.

"Yeah," said the cashier, "she's a babe!"

"Do you want to see her tits?"  Miss Ashford moved to cover her
breasts with one hand but that left her pussy half exposed.

"You bet!" came the enthusiastic reply.

"How 'bout we get the food and you get to see her tits?  Sound fair?"

"I don't know," the cashier said.  "The twenty bucks will come out of
my pocket."

"I tell you what," said Michael.  "We'll let you see her tits, and you
can feel her up."

Miss Ashford was mortified, she was being offered as payment.

"O.k." said the cashier, "its a deal!"

Michael turned to the teacher.  "Go ahead, show our buddy your nice
tits."

"I can't do this," she pleaded.  "Please, can't we come back later,
after I get my purse?"

"Oh no," said Michael, "We're hungry now."

Miss Ashford knew she had no choice.  She lifted up on the tight
sweater giving a peek at her tits.

"Our buddy can't get a good look at you from in here.  Lean out my
window and show him your tits.  Stick your head and chest out there so
he can get a good look," Michael said.

Miss Ashford blushed with shame.  They were making her show her tits
to everyone in the drive-thru.  She had to lean across Michael in the
driver's seat and then she stuck her head out the window.

"Lean out there farther," said Michael.

Miss Ashford moved out some more so her chest was out the window.  She
felt his hand reach between her legs, supporting her with his hand on
her ass and his fingers on her pussy.  One finger slipped inside her
and she gasped.  Then the cashier reached to take his feel of her
tits, cupping them with both hands.  Then the boy pulled and tweaked
her nipples until they were erect.  He rolled the stiff nubs around
and around, sending unwanted sensations through the teacher's body.
It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

Another basketball player in the car reached out with both hands and
started to massage her ass cheeks much like the cashier was massaging
her breasts. She let out a gasp at the new touch.  With her eyes
closed, it felt like there were a million hands all over her body.
She had never felt anything like it.  She let out another soft moan.
Then as Michael slipped more fingers into her pussy she trembled and
orgasmed.  Her body convulsed and she nearly pulled her nipples out of
the cashier's hands, but he held on and they stretched as far as they
could go.

"That's it," Michael said finally, "fun time's over."

Miss Ashford slumped back down into her seat.  She looked back out the
window and saw the cashier grinning from ear to ear.  The rest of the
workers had their faces plastered to the glass.  Spent from her
orgasm, still fully exposed, she waved and smiled.   She knew how much
they wanted her and it made her proud.

"Thanks," Michael said taking the food.

"Thank you," said the cashier still staring at Miss Ashford's erect
nipples, "and come back any time."

Michael drove off and passed out the food.  As she ate, Miss Ashford
remembered the game and what she would have to do next.

---

The drove back to their own school, the game was at home.  Miss
Ashford realized the trip to McDonald's had been just to show her
off.  Michael had wanted to show her off, she was as proud as she had
ever been when she realized how sexy they thought she was.

They parked and slipped into the gym.  The rest of the team was there
already.

"Guys", announced Michael, "Meet our new mascot!  Let's see some
hustle so that everyone can get a turn at her."

She was laid on a bench in front of the lockers.  Michael straddled
the bench and pulled out his already hard cock.

"Suck on this for awhile."

He pushed his hard cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and
took him in.  Gary wanted an old fashioned fuck, so he parted her legs
and shoved his hard cock into her pussy.  She had no holes left for
the other six boys so they all jerked off until they had cum all over
her face, running down her chin onto her neck.  Michael groaned as she
sucked him off. He filled her mouth with his cum.  "Swallow all of
it," he demanded.  She closed her eyes and did.  Gary came at last in
her pussy and his cum flowed down her legs.

"You'd better shower," Michael said.  "And make yourself presentable
before you perform at the game."

Miss Ashford grew nervous as she realized they would make her expose
herself to her school, not strangers.  The thought of her exposure got
her aroused again andwith no modesty left she quickly stripped naked
before the team and rinsed off their cum.  She toweled off and put
back on her too short skirt and too tight top.

"You are our mascot tonight," Michael said, "you need to wear this."

He handed her the head of the team mascot uniform, a bulldog.  When
she pulled it on she could barely see out, but she realized that as
exposed as body and pussy might be, no one could see her face.  She
could expose herself anonymously.  She was thrilled and grateful to
Michael for being so clever.

The very sight of their new mascot standing before them made their
cocks swell in their pants, something that wasn't lost on Miss
Ashford.   Their wide smiles only served to make her cunt moisten and
her nipples harden.  She felt light-headed as the team led her to a
courtside seat where she would be visible to the team members.  She
sat with her ass cheeks peeking out from under her short skirt,
jumping up excitedly, every time the home team made a basket.  Her
tits would shake and pop slightly out beneath her tight top as she
cheered.  With their mascot's encouragement the team played their best
and won easily.   Miss Ashford was disappointed when they led her out
of the crowd, she had loved the lustful stares her body and outfit had
earned her.

She was taken back to the locker room.  With the mask still on her
head she could only glimpse at the boys passing her and feel their
hands reach out and grab her tits and pussy, easily reached beneath
her loose clothes.  Her pussy was dripping as they knelt her on the
ground, then bent her over a bench.

She was positioned in a doggie style pose, and through the slot in the
mascot mask she saw someone leading a bulldog in, the team's usual
mascot.  He was led between her spread legs and began licking her
crotch.  She went crazy knowing that her students were seeing a dog
licking her pussy.  As embarrassed and humiliated as she was at being
forced to put on such a degrading show, it was also getting her turned
on.  It wasn't long before she was begging him to make her cum.

It was almost as if the dog understood her, as he jumped up on her
back, rutting around for several stabs before sinking his huge doggie
prick into her cunt.  He was pounding her pussy and she was fucking
him back as fast as she could, uncaring about who saw it.  His huge
cock kept her in a constant orgasm, grunting with each thrust of his
cock.  He came at last, overflowing her pussy with doggie cum.

As they lay on the bench, tied together by the knot in his cock
filling her pussy, someone took off her mask.  The boys took turns
fucking her mouth and spraying her face with their cum.  When the
whole team was done her face and hair were drenched and Michael took a
photo of her cum covered face with the dog's head right above her and
her naked tits hanging down off the bench.

"The last game of the season," Michael said.

Miss Ashford's face fell.  She had been expecting her delightful
torment to continue.

"But now comes the post season," Michael continued, "and with you as
our mascot we might go all the way."

Miss Ashford smiled through the cum dripping down her face.  She was
going all of the way with her boys.

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