Feature Writer: Lisa Teez /
Published: 06.05.2007 Updated 09.12.2007
Feature Title: SATAN’S REVENGE 9 – 12 /
Story Codes: MC, MD, MF, FF, FD, GR /
Synopsis: The devil gets mad when his cheerleaders are bad /
Link: https://mcstories.com/SatansRevenge/index.html

 

Satan’s Revenge 9

Sometimes, it’s better to be lucky than good. That’s what Sally Montinelli and Katie Bracken were thinking. Sometimes, it’s better to be lucky than good.

The two cheerleaders hadn’t intended to get fucked. What they’d intended was to smoke a little weed but when the Vice Principal Blaine caught them, they tried their best to cover up their misdeed.

“What have you got there,” the man had said.

“What,” Sally asked even as she tried to slip the bag of weed behind her back.

“You’re hiding something. I want to know what it is.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Sally said, trying her best to look as innocent as possible.

“Yeah, right,” the man said. “I want to see what’s behind your back.”

The cheerleader brought out her left hand even as she held the baggie in her right.

“Yeah, right. Now let’s see the other hand.”

Back went the left hand and then out came the right.

The vice principal shook his head. Did they think he was stupid? “Now let’s see both hands at the same time.”

Out came the left hand. Both hands were empty but the vice principal wasn’t fooled. “Turn around,” he said.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, the girl turned. There didn’t appear to be anything untoward behind the girl’s back but the vice principal was not fooled. “What’s that you got shoved down inside your skirt?”

“Me, Vice Principal Blaine? Me? I don’t have anything shoved down inside my skirt.”

As short as the cheerleader’s skirt was, one might have been inclined to believe her but not Vice Principal Blaine. He could still smell the pot and he had no doubt that if he lifted up her skirt, he’d find something shoved down inside her panties but there were rules on how to handle such things and Vice Principal Blaine played by the rules. “So that’s the way you want it,” he said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Blaine.”

“Yeah, right. All right. The two of you, let’s go. We’re going to the office.”

Blaine didn’t let the girls out of his sight. He knew they’d ditch the evidence at the earliest convenience but he knew he was too smart for them. He smiled to himself. If the way Sally Montinelli was walking was any indication, then his surmise was most likely correct.

He led the two girls into his office. “Sit,” he ordered.

“I think I’ll stand,” Sally said.

“I said sit.”

Sally sat.

The vice principal punched the intercom button on his phone. “Yes, Mr. Blaine,” said the receptionist out front.

“Could you have Ms. Hollis join us here in my office please?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but Ms. Hollis had to leave early today. Something about her son being sick at school and her having to go pick him up.”

The man frowned. He hadn’t known that. With Ms. Hollis gone, who was he going to get to search the girl. It wouldn’t be proper for him to do it. He was after all, a man, and that just wouldn’t be proper. He supposed he could get the girl out front to come do it but the girl was barely older than these two. He wasn’t sure he could trust her to do the job right.

“Is there something more I can do for you,” the receptionist asked.

“No,” the man said. “No, not right now, Amber. That will be all. Thank you.”

The man closed the line but that still left him with a problem. Who was he going to get to search the girls?

“Looks like you got a problem.”

The man looked at Sally. “Don’t you worry about a thing,” he told the girl. “I’ll figure something out.”

“But I already have a solution for you.”

“Huh? What?”

“You want to see what’s inside my panties, right? Well, I already have a solution for you,” and then without even waiting to see if the man wanted to know what her solution was, the girl stood, turned around and pulled up her skirt so that the man could see her little, pink panties and then seemingly without another thought, she pushed her panties down over her firm, round ass.

The baggie was plainly visible in the girl’s underwear but that wasn’t what had the vice principal’s attention. “For God’s sake, Ms. Montinelli, pull your underwear up.”

“But I thought you wanted to see what I had inside my underwear,” the girl said even as she stroked a hand over one of her firm, young cheeks.

“Not like this. For God’s sake, pull your underwear up. What if someone sees you?”

“But you haven’t checked me out fully yet, Mr. Blaine and I wouldn’t want you to feel as if you hadn’t done a thorough job.” The girl turned around and she pulled her feet out of her underwear and then she perched her tennis shoes on the man’s desk. Her hand stroked herself idly between her legs. “Mr. Blaine?”

“Huh?”

The girl’s hand was stroking her little hairless pussy. “Do you like this,” she asked. “Do you like my pussy?”

“Ms. Montinelli, please. Your actions are highly inappropriate. Now, I’m afraid I’m going to have to suspend you if you don’t put your clothes on this very instant.”

The vice principal’s admonitions seemed to have almost no effect whatsoever on the girl with her hand between her legs. “But Mr. Blaine,” she complained, “if you suspend me, how will I ever find out if you like my pussy.”

“Ms. Montinelli, please!”

“I know,” said Sally. “I’ll bet what you really need is to see something else. You know, something that goes well with pussy. Now, I could show you my tits but I know Katie’s are bigger—”

The man seemed to sense the danger. “Ms. Bracken,” he said even as he turned his attention to the other girl, “you will not take off your sweater.”

The man might as well have saved his breath because already Katie was removing her sweater. The vice principal could see that Sally was right. Even with Katie’s tits still confined within her bra, it was clear that hers were bigger than Sally’s, and besides, they weren’t confined for long.

The vice principal watched as Katie set her tits free and then he watched the girl play with her breasts. “How do you like them,” she asked quietly. “How do you like my tits?”

It was a question that Val Blaine knew instinctively should not have been answered but those tits were just so round and so perfect that even before he knew he shouldn’t answer, the answer was already issuing forth. “They’re great,” the man moaned.

“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Sally said.

The man shook his head. What was he thinking, he asked himself. Get a hold of yourself. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in control here. Discipline. That was the key. Discipline must be restored.

“Are you hard,” Sally asked even as she continued to work her hand between her legs. “Are you hard? Can we see?”

“No, you can’t see,” the man said. “Listen, ladies. This has gone on long enough. Order must be restored.”

“Would you like to see my pussy, too,” Katie asked.

“No,” the man quickly said. “No. I’m serious, girls. This has gone on far enough. Now, put your clothes on right now.”

Katie apparently wasn’t listening to the man because instead of reaching for her bra or her sweater, she stood and undid the catches that held her skirt in place and when it fell to the floor, something was very obvious. The girl wasn’t wearing any panties.

The girl stepped out of her skirt. The only clothes she was wearing now were her shoes and her socks and like her friend, she put her shoes on the man’s desk so he could see all the way down to her pussy.

“Ladies,” the vice principal said. “This has gone on long enough. Put your clothes on right now.”

“Hey, that’s no fair,” Sally said. “You’re showing him everything and I’m only showing him my pussy. I want to show him my titties, too,” and with that, Sally put action to her words by taking off her sweater and her bra. Her titties definitely were not as big as her friend’s. In fact, they weren’t much bigger than a handful which is exactly what she proceeded to show to the vice principal.

“Ladies!”

“Do you have a wife, Mr. Blaine,” Sally asked.

“Huh? What’s that got to do with anything? Yeah, I got a wife. Why?”

“Well, I was just wondering. You got two horny eighteen-year-olds here in your office, all nice and hot and horny and just waiting to get fucked and all you can think of is telling them to put their clothes on. I bet your wife must fuck you all the time, doesn’t she, Mr. Blaine?”

The man didn’t say anything but he kept on looking.

“I’ll bet your wife has a tight pussy, doesn’t she, Mr. Blaine? I’ll bet her pussy is tight like an eighteen-year-old’s. Yeah, I’ll bet she has a tight pussy and I’ll bet she fucks you all the time. That’s why you don’t need to look at us. That’s why you want us to put our clothes on. Isn’t that right, Mr. Blaine. You don’t need anything from us because you’re getting it all at home.”

The vice principal still didn’t say anything.

Sally went on. “Yeah, I’ll bet you’re getting everything you need so if we came around the desk I’ll bet your dick wouldn’t be all that hard.”

“Well, maybe it would be a little hard,” her friend said.

“Maybe a little,” her friend allowed, “but not enough that he’d need to put his cock in our pussies. Mr. Blaine doesn’t need any eighteen-year-old pussies. He’s got a wife at home.”

“I don’t know. I suppose there’s only one way to really find out for sure.”

Almost in unison, the two girls stood and they came around the vice principal’s desk. “What about it, Mr. Blaine? Should we find out just how hard you really are?”

The man groaned but he didn’t say anything.

The girls grabbed the man’s chair and then they were pushing that chair back. “Time to see just how hard you really are, Mr. Blaine.”

“Girls, no,” the man said weakly.

“Girls, yes,” Sally corrected him. “It’s time, Mr. Blaine.” She stroked her hand over the man’s lap and she purred. “Oh, you are hard. I can tell already.”

The man groaned but already, he knew he was powerless to resist. Sally’s hands were pulling his zipper down even as Katie’s hands worked his belt. The man groaned again. He could feel Sally sliding her hand inside his slacks. He could feel her wrapping her hand around his cock.

“Mmm,” the young woman purred. “You are hard, Mr. Blaine.”

The man could only groan.

“But I think to make certain, we need to get this cock out into the open.”

The man groaned again but already he could feel the girl’s hand sliding into his briefs. He could feel her small hand as it wrapped itself around his cock and she could feel the girl pulling his cock out into the open.

“Oh, Mr. Blaine,” the girl said, “you’re so big and so hard.”

“I want to see, too,” said Katie.

Sally laughed. “You see that, Mr. Blaine. You see that. Katie wants to see, too. That’s good, isn’t it. Katie wants to see your cock, Mr. Blaine. What do you say to that, Mr. Blaine? Should we do it? Should we let Katie see your cock?

“I think we should,” Sally said without waiting for the man’s response. “I think we should let her see it.”

The vice principal could feel the one girl let go of his cock and then the other take hold of him. “Oh wow,” the more well endowed girl moaned. “You’re so big.”

Val Blaine moaned. He didn’t really think he was all that big but even if it was a lie, he appreciated the words.

“I want to suck it,” the girl said.

Oh God, the man thought. Oh God. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but oh my fucking God.

The girl turned the man’s chair towards her and then she pushed his knees apart. Val Blaine watched the girl slip her hand around his cock and he moaned as the girl moved her hand up and down on his cock. He felt the girl give his cock a squeeze. “I want to suck it,” she said again.

The man groaned again as he watched the girl drop to her knees. “This is not a good idea,” he said.

The girl looked up at him and grinned. “How about you let us decide on that, Mr. Blaine, and meanwhile, you can just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

The vice principal watched Katie Bracken open her mouth and then he watched her slide it down around his cock and the man groaned. How could this be happening to him, he wondered. Some of the other teachers, sure, but discipline was his watchword. How could he have let himself get into this position.

The man groaned even as he realized that the how was no longer important. What was important was that he had Katie Bracken’s little cock sucking mouth wrapped around his cock and that he was getting his cock sucked for the very first time.

“She’s very good at that, isn’t she?”

The vice principal looked up to see Sally Montinelli standing over him, her hand between her legs and watching just as he was, Katie Bracken’s mouth as it moved up and down on his cock.

“She’s very good at that,” the girl said again. “Me, I like to feel the cock between my legs but Katie will take it any way she can get it.”

The man nodded numbly. He couldn’t believe it. He was getting his cock sucked for the very first time.

Sally took a hold of one of the man’s hands and she took it and she pressed the hand against her smallish tits. “Does it feel good,” Sally asked. “Does it feel good having Katie suck on your cock?”

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.

“Really good?”

The man gasped as the girl’s mouth took his cock yet again. “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes.”

“Bet when you woke up this morning, you didn’t think you’d have an eighteen-year-old sucking on your cock today, did you?”

“No,” the man groaned.

Sally stroked the man’s hand over her young breasts. She already knew she was going to be able to do whatever she wanted with him. “It gets even better,” the girl said.

“Oh,” said the man. He never looked at the girl holding his hand against her tits. His eyes were locked in on the head of the other girl as it bobbed up and down on his cock.

Sally moved the man’s unresisting hand off of her tits and down over her body and then down between her legs. She pressed his fingers up against her pussy. “Mr. Blaine,” she said. “Mr. Blaine?”

“Huh?” It was the first notice the man had taken of her in some time even though his eyes never left the head that was bobbing up and down on his cock.

“Mr. Blaine,” the girl said again. “Mr. Blaine. Tell me something, Mr. Blaine.”

“What?” The man’s eyes still never left the head that was bouncing up and down on his cock.

“Tell me Mr. Blaine. I know you like getting your cock sucked but wouldn’t it be even better if you could get your hands on some tight, little eighteen-year-old pussy?”

The man’s hands twitched and for a moment, Sally thought he was pulling away, but he was only gaining a better vantage point. For the first time, he pulled his eyes away from the head that was still moving up and down on his cock and he looked over at Sally. It was almost as if he saw the girl for the first time. “Turn around,” he told her. “Turn your ass around.”

This was no time to be coy, the cheerleader knew. This time, she did just what the vice principal wanted her to do. She yelped as the man slapped her ass but in a way, she didn’t care. At least now, she had his attention.

“Tight fucking butt,” the man said. “God I like that tight fucking butt. Helen’s gotten a little bit flabby back there.”

Helen must be the man’s wife, Sally figured.

Sally could feel the man’s hand as it continued to play with her ass but he was once again sliding his hands between her legs and feeling up her pussy. He lolled his head over to one side. He might not have ever had his cock sucked before but he’d eaten plenty of pussy before. Helen made sure of that, but he hadn’t ever eaten an eighteen-year-old pussy before. “Get your pussy over here,” he said. “Get your pussy on my mouth and do it now.”

Sally hesitated for just a moment and then she was moving forward. This was going farther than she’d expected but she liked it and now, she was straddling the man’s face.

The man had a hand on each of her cheeks and then he was pulling her pussy up against his mouth. What was he going to do, the girl wondered. Was it going to feel good?

But then she felt the man’s tongue on her pussy and she knew and when his tongue went after her little clitty, she nearly corkscrewed off of his face. “Fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck. Oh geez. Fuck, that’s good.”

The man didn’t say anything but he appreciated the vote of confidence. He wasn’t sure how good a job he was going to be able to do because there was still that mouth on his cock and that mouth was plenty distracting.

Sally moaned again. “Oh, Mr. Blaine,” she whimpered. “Mr. Blaine. Oh geez. Mr. Blaine. Oh geez. It’s so good, Mr. Blaine. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. So good. Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat me, Mr. Blaine. Eat me. Oh yeah. Eat me just like that.”

Val Blaine loved the girl’s little hairless pussy. More than once, he’d asked his wife to shave her pussy. He’d told her it would make it easier for him to do what she wanted him to do but every time, she had refused. She’d told him that she didn’t want to risk cutting herself but now that he had what he wanted, now that he had a pussy all nice and shaved and just begging to be fucked, now that he knew how good that was, he was almost ready to swear off eating hairy pussy. Fuck Helen. If she didn’t want to make things at least a little bit easier for him, then fuck her.

“Oh, Mr. Blaine,” the girl moaned. “Oh, Mr. Blaine. That’s so good. That’s so good.”

The man didn’t need the girl’s moans to tell him how good she thought it was. Her pussy was doing a damned good job of that itself. She was wet and getting wetter.

And all the while, there was that mouth between his legs, licking and kissing and sucking his hard cock. The man groaned again. He was going to cum. He couldn’t help it. He was going to cum so hard.

The man groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore. Cum surged and still that mouth kept sucking him. It never missed a beat. The man groaned. Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.

His mouth lost its focus on the pussy he was licking. “No, don’t stop,” cried Sally as his mouth slipped away. “Lick me. Eat me. Come on, you can do it. Lick me. Eat me.”

But that pussy had slipped from his mouth and for the moment at least, there was no getting it back until his cock finished what it had to do first.

The girl between his legs just kept right on sucking him even as he pumped more and more cum in her mouth and when his cock was finally done, she kept right on sucking and licking and amazingly to Val Blaine, he could feel himself getting hard again. He hadn’t gotten this hard this fast in years. Damn, that girl was good.

And that brought Val’s attention back to the pussy that was straddling his face. He gave that pussy a few more perfunctory licks but a new imperative was emerging. Helen had always wanted him to lick her to completion but the vice principal was hot and so was the girl and as far as the man was concerned, he saw no reason to wait for what he wanted to do.

Val Blaine took a few more perfunctory swipes at the pussy mounted on his face but that was all they were. He knew what he really wanted.

Sally moaned as she felt Val push her away. “No,” she whimpered. “No, please. I want you to lick my pussy. Won’t you lick me please?”

Val wasn’t paying attention to the girl. He knew what he wanted and he knew that very shortly, the girl was going to know what he wanted, too.

Katie Bracken didn’t relish being pushed away anymore than her friend had. She tried to keep her mouth on the vice principal’s cock but the man was adamant. He put his hands on the top of her head and literally pushed her off of his cock.

With neither girl no longer on him in one way or the other, Val Blaine was finally free to pull himself up out of his chair and that’s just what he did. He grabbed Sally and then he pushed her down over his desk. “So you wanted me to keep on licking your pussy, huh? Well, I got something even better for you.”

Sally wasn’t dumb. She could feel the man’s hand on her ass and she could feel the man sliding his cock between her legs. She didn’t have to look back to see what he was doing so she didn’t. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me.”

The girl moaned even louder as her pussy took that cock for the very first time.

“Fuck me,” she moaned breathlessly with just a hint of plaintive whine in her voice. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah, Mr. Blaine fuck me.”

Another voice joined the chorus. “Fuck her, Mr. Blaine,” the voice said. “Fuck her.”

The vice principal looked over to where her friend was sitting. She’d pulled up his chair and one hand was rubbing the place between her legs even as the other one pawed her breasts.

“Fuck her, Mr. Blaine,” the girl said. “Come on. Fuck her.”

The vice principal really didn’t need any direction from the girl. He knew what to do with Sally Montinelli. Damn girl, didn’t know how to obey the rules. Fuck, he’d teach her some discipline. He shoved his cock inside her even harder and he relished the moan that that elicited from her. Yeah, the man thought, now she knows what she’s in for.

“Fuck her,” Katie said. “Fuck her.”

The man gave Sally’s ass a good, hard slap. He liked the way that sounded. It was too bad they didn’t allow corporal punishment in the schools anymore, he thought. There were plenty of kids he knew of that could do with a good spanking but nowadays, you had to talk with them. Nowadays, you had to find out what they thought. Nowadays, you had to find out what their motivations were. Val Blaine didn’t have to find out what their motivations were. He already knew. They were kids. They were kids that were fucking up.

He gave her ass another slap which resulted in yet another resounding smack.

“Ow,” the girl moaned. “Don’t hurt me, Mr. Blaine. Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not hurting you,” the man said. “I’m just teaching you a fucking lesson.” He gave her ass another slap. “You got that?”

“I got it, Mr. Blaine. Just don’t hurt me.”

He gave her ass another slap and then another. He liked the way her ass was starting to turn all nice and pink. He knew he could have done a better job if he didn’t have his cock inside her but there was no way he was going to take his cock out.

“Don’t hurt me, Mr. Blaine,” the girl said. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you but I am going to spank you.”

“Ow,” the girl moaned as her ass took yet another and then another slapping. “Ow. Don’t hurt. Don’t hurt. Ow.”

“You going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Mr. Blaine. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll be good.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” Again, the man’s hand came down on her backside.

“I promise,” the girl wailed. “I promise.”

Well, that was going to have to do for now, the man thought. There was something else that was even more pressing than giving the girl the punishment she deserved.

“Yeah, you like this,” the man said as he once again drove his cock into that tight, little pussy.

“Yes, Mr. Blaine.”

“Yes, what.”

The girl moaned. “I don’t understand, Mr. Blaine. What do you want me to say?”

The man gave her pussy a couple more hard strokes with his cock. “Tell me what you like,” he told the girl.

The girl moaned again even as the vice principal once again drove himself inside her. “Yes, Mr. Blaine,” the girl moaned. “I love it … I love it when you … oh shit … I love it when you fuck my pussy.”

Ordinarily, Val Blaine would have taken a student to task for using a word like “fuck” but this was one of those times where that word was perfectly appropriate.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me.”

Val Blaine knew he should pull out. It wouldn’t do to cum inside the little mynx and risk getting her pregnant but fuck, that pussy was just so tight and he wanted to do it. He wanted to feel it as he pumped her cunt full of his cum so in spite of what he knew he should do, he groaned as his cock unloaded itself inside that tight, little pussy.

The girl knew what the man was doing and she moaned lustfully even as her pussy responded to the man’s final act. She moaned again and her pussy bore down on the cock inside her. “Oh yeah, Mr. Blaine,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Val Blaine couldn’t help himself. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to cum so hard inside that tight, little cunt of hers.

Sally moaned again as she felt the man surrender to her. God, that felt good.

“What about me,” came a plaintive wail from off to the side.

Val Blaine turned and looked at the busty cheerleader sitting off to her side. She was still sitting in his chair and she was still playing with her pussy.

“What about me,” Katie wailed again.

The man shook his head. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m all used up.”

“But I want something, too.”

Just the way the girl wailed made something stir in Val’s already spent rod. He liked hearing these girls beg him for his cock. It seemed somehow appropriate to have these bitches beg. “You want this,” he asked.

The girl nodded. “Yes, Mr. Blaine. I want you. I want you so bad.”

Blaine felt his cock stir again. “Say that again,” he said.

“I want you. I want you so bad.”

Maybe he did have something left after all. He’d just fucked the girl’s friend but she shouldn’t be getting off scot free. He stepped to the side of the chair. “You want this.”

The girl nodded eagerly. “I want it,” she moaned. “I want it so bad.”

“Then why don’t you show me just how bad you want it and lick your friend’s juices off of my cock.”

Katie wasted little time sliding her fingers around the base of the man’s cock and then she was sliding her mouth down on that cock.

“Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Lick it. Yeah, lick it. Suck it. Suck it so good.”

The girl really didn’t need any direction. Now that she had the man’s cock, she was going to suck it whether he told her to or not.

The man groaned. He could feel his cock swelling. He couldn’t believe it, but yeah, he definitely had something else left.

The girl was definitely in a rhythm now. Her head was bouncing up and down on that cock.

The man groaned. Damn, that was good. That was so fucking good. Yeah, he had something left but there was one thing he wanted before he gave it to the girl between her legs. “Tell me you want me to fuck your tits.”

The girl pulled her mouth off the man’s cock and she looked up at him and she moaned. “I want you to fuck my tits,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck my tits. I want it so bad,” and then as if to prove the point, she slid the man’s cock between her tits.

The man groaned. Damn, he liked big tits but even more than that, he liked sticking his cock between those big tits.

The girl pushed her tits together. “That’s it,” she moaned. “Fuck my tits. Fuck them good.”

Blaine was deciding he liked the feel of his cock between her tits.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck my tits.”

The man groaned. He loved the way the girl was pushing her tits together. He loved the way his cock felt when it slid between them.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck my tits.”

The man groaned. As good as the girl’s tits were, they weren’t the only part of her body that he wanted to fuck.

The girl wailed momentarily when the man pulled back but when she realized where he was going, she quickly settled down. She opened her legs to welcome him in and when he pushed his cock inside her wet pussy, she moaned lustfully for him. “That’s it,” she told the man. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah, fuck my little eighteen-year-old pussy.”

The man groaned as he slid inside that tight, little pussy. That was just what he intended to do.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned again. “Fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me.”

The man groaned again. As spent as he had thought he was, he knew he still had something left and he knew these girls knew how to get it out of him.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Instinct took over. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. He was just fucking her and fucking her hard.

“Oh geez, fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh geez, you’re going to make me cum, Mr. Blaine. Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The man drove his cock and drove it hard. He could feel the cum welling up inside him.

“Oh geez, you’re going to do it, Mr. Blaine. You’re going to do it. Make me cum. Make me cum. Come on, Mr. Blaine. Do it. Make me cum.”

Almost there, the man thought. He was almost there. He was so fucking close.

The girl was squeezing her tits together even as the man drove his cock in her cunt. “Fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me. Make me cum.”

The man couldn’t help himself. He could feel it happening. His cock was surging and he was filling that cunt up with his cum.

The girl knew it, too. “That’s it, Mr. Blaine,” she moaned. “That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah, fuck me, Mr. Blaine. Fuck me. Fuck me. Do it. Fill me up with your cum.”

The man could feel her pussy as it tightened around his cock.

“Oh, it feels so good, Mr. Blaine. It feels so good. Oh geez, it feels so good.”

As the flow from his cock finally eased, the man finally pulled back and only then did he think about what he’d done. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “Oh my God.”

“What is it,” asked Sally.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe it but I just let myself fuck a couple of students. I’m supposed to be in charge of discipline here, but if I can’t control myself, then how can I expect it from others?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“What?”

“We’re the cheerleaders in this school. Nothing goes on in this school that we don’t know about. You want to instill discipline, then you want to work with us and not against us. Of course, that means we’d have to be working closely together.”

“What do you mean?”

The girl let her hand slide between the vice principal’s legs and then she took a hold of his cock. “You’re a bright boy, Mr. Blaine,” she said even as she gave his cock a squeeze. “I think you can figure that out for yourself.”

The man groaned. He already knew he’d lost. “What about my wife,” the man moaned.

Sally grinned. “You should have thought about that before you let Katie suck your cock but let me tell you this, Mr. Blaine. Now that you’re working with us, now that you’re on our side, remember that all you have to do is call. You want your cock sucked. You want to fuck a tight, little pussy. All you have to do is call and we’ll be there.”

Val Blaine thought that over and a smile slowly spread across his face. Maybe giving up your principles wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Sally turned to her friend after the two of them left the vice principal’s office. “I think we got another ally on our side.”

Katie grinned back at her friend. “I think you’re right,” she said. “Let’s go tell Chrissy.”

THE END OF CHAPTER NINE

 

Satan’s Revenge 10

Joe Wilson was not happy. He was hearing things he didn’t like and nearly everything he was hearing seemed to be centered around the cheerleading squad.

Joe Wilson didn’t like being put in the role of enforcer. Normally, he left that role to his vice principal. Val seemed to take an almost perverse delight in uncovering wrongdoings and meting out punishment. He was good at it and as good as he was, Joe Wilson was willing to let him take the heat for it.

But this, this was something else. This required tact. If there really was something wrong with the cheerleading program, the last thing Joe Wilson wanted was to have Val Blaine go stomping around and raising a fuss and getting parents all in a huff. Some of these girls had parents who were very well off. Nope, this was a situation that needed tact, and so, that was how Joe Wilson found himself getting involved.

He was on his way to meet with Chrissy Wilde and a couple of her cohorts to get their side of things first. Chrissy had seemed genuinely concerned that the program was being cast in a bad light and eager, in fact, to clear up any misunderstandings. Joe liked that. School was, after all, a place for academic achievement but Joe was the first to admit that learning didn’t just come in the classroom so he was glad to see when one of his students took the initiative to resolve a problem before it got out of hand.

When he got to the appointed meeting place, the principal found four young women tugging on a trampoline. “Here,” he said. “Let me help you guys with that.”

Chrissy Wilde smiled gratefully at the man. “Thanks, Mr. Wilson.”

“Where’s your coach,” the school principal asked.

“She’s busy with something.” Chrissy didn’t say what their coach was busy with. Mr. Wilson didn’t need to know that their coach was busy eating some young girl’s pussy. That could wait until later. “She said we could do this though. We’ve got the big game coming up and we have to get ready.”

Joe watched as one of the girls climbed up on the trampoline. “Should you be doing that without adult supervision.”

“Oh, it will be all right,” Cindy assured him, “and besides, we do have adult supervision. You’re here.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Mr. Wilson, I really want to talk to you about what you told me. It bothers me that people just don’t understand what we’re trying to do here Being a cheerleader is a leadership opportunity. It should be viewed as something that builds character.”

“That’s what I think, too.”

“So when people oppose the program, it seems like they’re almost trying to put us down. I mean, what are these people? Are they bigots? Are they sexists? Are they just being puritanical? I mean, what are they?”

Joe Wilson liked this girl. He liked the way she thought. Still, if what people were telling him were true, then there was definitely something wrong.

The first girl had climbed up onto the trampoline and she was starting to bounce up and down. “That’s good, Shirl,” Chrissy said, “but we need to see more height.”

“I know,” was the little redhead’s reply.

“I hope you don’t mind but we really need to work on this so I told the girls they could work while we talk.”

“No, sure,” the man said. “That’s fine.”

“Higher, Shirl. We need more air there.”

“Okay.”

Joe Wilson watched the petite redhead jump higher and higher on the trampoline. With every bounce, the littlest cheerleader’s little skirt seemed to slide higher and higher as the girl caught more air. She was showing more and more of her panties and the girl seemed utterly unaware of her predicament. He thought maybe he should say something but he didn’t.

Joe Wilson never saw it coming.

When he came to, there were four girls gathered round him. Chrissy Wilde was there just in the front peering earnestly at the man. “Are you okay,” she asked.

Joe Wilson groaned but what was more important, he knew something had changed. He could feel his hands. They were cuffed behind his back. “What did you girls do to me,” the man asked.

Chrissy smiled wanly. “Sorry about that,” the girl said. “We didn’t think it would actually knock you all the way out.”

“What did you do,” the man demanded.

“Natalie has one of those stun gun thingamajobs. Her parents gave it to her for her eighteenth birthday so she could defend herself if needed. I guess they never realized that was more the other way around, that it was everyone else who would need protection from her.”

“The reports were right. You bitches really are out of control.”

“Careful now,” said Chrissy. “You wouldn’t want to get Natalie angry. She’s just itchin’ to use that thing again.”

Joe Wilson looked at Natalie and decided that as long as he was in a vulnerable position, getting her angry wasn’t the best thing he could do, but as soon as he got loose, these four were gone. Hell, maybe he’d just toss the whole damned squad and their prissy, little coach, too.

“Easy,” said Chrissy almost as if reading his mind. “All we want to do is talk, okay?”

Sure, they could talk, Joe thought but just let them wait until he got himself free and then they’d find out what he really had to say.

“We’re going to help you up,” Chrissy said, “and then we can go somewhere we can talk. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” the man said. “Fine.”

“I don’t think Natalie believes you.”

“I said fine,” the man said hurriedly, trying his best to sound as sincere as he could. He didn’t want Natalie coming after again with that little device of hers. “It’s fine. We can talk, okay? It’s fine.”

“Well, all right,” said Chrissy. “I guess we’ll take you at your word then.”

You better, the principal thought.

They marched the man into the women’s locker room. It was one of the few places in the school that he had never been.

It was pretty much a mirror image of the boy’s locker room which was just what Joe Wilson had expected but there were differences, too, but the biggest difference was that the place was more beat up than the boy’s locker room. That surprised Joe. He would have thought it would have been the other way around.

His only hope now was that someone was going to see him but these bitches were so out of control that Joe feared what might happen to some hapless student if that student happened upon them. There was no telling what these girls might do.

The girls led Joe deeper into the locker room. There was the coach’s area. The fish bowl, the students called it because of the visibility it provided not only for the coaches looking out but also for the students looking in. Joe hoped that maybe one of the coaches was in the room and that maybe one of them would see what was going on and would intervene.

Luck, it seemed was on Joe’s side. Someone was in there, but the next glance showed him that that thought was in error. There wasn’t going to be any help from that side. The coach in the room was Rita Hanson and she was busy, at least that’s the way it looked to Joe. She was sitting in her office chair which in and of itself seemed innocuous enough but it was what she was doing that made Joe think he wasn’t going to get any help from her.

Joe couldn’t see the girl all that well at first but even at first glance, he knew she was naked. She was seated on Rita Hanson’s desk, her pussy pulled right to the edge of the desk and her legs spread wide, plenty of room for Rita Hanson to slide in between those legs and lick that pussy which was exactly what Rita was doing. As Joe drew nearer, he could tell that the girl was Becca Larson. Another fucking cheerleader. These girls were out of control, but if Rita saw him at all, she showed no indication of it. Nope, there was no help there.

The girls led the man to one of the benches between the lockers. “Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Wilson,” Chrissy suggested.

“No thanks. I’ll stand.”

Chrissy shook her head. “It wasn’t a request, Joe. Sit your ass down or I’ll have Nat zap you again with her shocker thingy.”

One look at the other cheerleader was enough to convince Joe that the girl was itching to use the device. Joe sat.

“That’s a good boy, Joe. Now as I said, we just want to have a talk, Joe, so you can see our side of things, okay, Joe?”

“Whatever.”

“Now, Joe. I don’t think I like your tone. You just don’t seem to have the right attitude for this.”

“Whatever. Just get on with it. Okay.”

“Now, Joe. I don’t seem to be sensing a whole lot of openness on your part but maybe there’s something we can do about that. What do you think?”

The principal was going to tell the girl, “Fuck you,” but he thought better of it and held back at the last moment. No point in making these girls angry now. He’d deal with the bitches later.

“Let’s see what we can do to open you up,” Chrissy said and even as she said it, she let her hand travel down the front of the man’s body.

“What are you doing,” the principal asked worriedly.

Chrissy’s hand slid past the man’s belt and then she was rubbing it over the front of the man’s slacks. “Don’t be silly,” she said. “We’re just opening you up,” she said even as her hand pulled the man’s zipper open.

The man groaned as he felt the girl slide her hand inside his slacks and then inside his underwear.

“Why, Joe,” Chrissy purred. “What do we have here. It looks like you’re already nice and hard for us. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked this.”

The man groaned. “Stop it,” he said feebly. “Stop it right now.”

Chrissy smiled. “You sure do seem to be liking it when I do this,” she said, “or is it maybe more general than that. Maybe you just like it when an eighteen-year-old touches you anywhere.”

Joe Wilson felt a pair of hands stroke his hair as one of the girls came up on him from behind. The hands slipped down around his neck and then those hands moved lower still as they slid down the front of his shirt and that’s when Joe felt it, something firm and round pressing up against him from behind. The hands were still stroking his chest even as their owner bent down to say something. “What do you say, Joe,” said Mandy, “would you like to get your hands on my young, round, firm, brown, little breasts, or maybe you want to move right to the front of the line and stick your cock inside my little, pink pussy. What do you say, huh? What do you say, Joe?”

The man groaned again. “You have to stop this,” he told the girls. “You have to stop this right now.”

Mandy’s mouth was almost pressed up against the man’s ear even as her hands stroked his chest and even as Chrissy stroked his c. “But Joe,” she practically whispered, “if we stopped now, who would get to fuck our pussys? Hmmm? Who would we get, Joe? Who?”

The man made little squawking noises but he didn’t say anything.

The girl was pressing herself up behind the man, pressing her tits against the back of his neck even as her hands stroked his face. “Who would we get, Joe,” she asked again. “Who?”

One hand continued to carress his face even as her tits rubbed up against him from behind and even as her other hand worked at the man’s tie. Joe knew what the girl was doing and yet he felt powerless to stop her and even if he tried to say something, she’d just cover his lips with her fingers.

“Who,” the young Hispanic purred. “Who would we get to fuck us, Joe. If not you, then who?”

The girl already had his tie off and she was starting to work on the topmost buttons of his shirt and even as she went to work there, the young redhead was pulling Joe’s shirt out of his pants and was working her way up.

“Who, Joe? Who? You wouldn’t want to let anyone else have the pleasure of fucking our pussyies now would you, Joe? And deny yourself that pleasure. That would be cruel, Joe. It’s got to be you, Joe.”

The man wanted to stop them but even as he knew what he wanted, he knew there was something else, too. He kept feeling those tits pushing up behind him, and there was a part of him that wanted to give in to those tits.

“Girls, no,” he tried again but his voice lacked conviction.

“No, Joe? Are you sure, Joe?” The man could feel the girl’s hands as they stroked their way down his chest and then he could feel something else. The girl was on the move and then she was coming around the man. One of her hands held one of her tits even as the other one held the man’s head from behind. “No, Joe,” she said again even as she mashed her tits up against his face. “No? Are you sure, Joe?”

The man was trying desperately to avoid the girl’s tits. He knew he shouldn’t give in but he knew he was weakening. He found himself wanting to kiss those firm, brown tits and once the thought came into his mind, it was impossible to make it go away.

“Are you sure, Joe,” Mandy cooed even as she again pressed her tits against the man’s face. “It looks like you want something, Joe. It looks like you want my tits. Is that what you want, Joe? Do you want my tits?”

The man tried to shake his head no but that only caused his face to sink deeper between the girl’s breasts.

“You know what you want,” the girl was prodding him. “You know what you want. Come on. Who’ll know. Why don’t you give these breasts a kiss.”

Again, the man tried to shake his head but he knew he was weakening.

The girl knew it, too. “I’ll bet you’ve never had tits like these before,” she said. “I’ll bet you’ve never had a Latin girl’s tits, have you, Joe. Oh, Joe, you don’t know what you’re missing. Latin girls have the best tits, Joe. Don’t you want to kiss these tits.”

The man knew he was losing.

“Come on, Joe. Just one little kiss. Who’ll know, Joe?”

Joe Wilson puckered up and gave those tits a kiss.

“Oh, that’s so good, Joe, but you know you can’t have just one. Why don’t you help yourself to another.”

The man kissed the girl’s tits and then he kissed them again, and again, and again, and suddenly, he couldn’t help himself. He had to kiss those tits. He absolutely had to.

The girl pressed her tits even harder against the principal’s face. “Oh yeah, Joe, you really are a good titty sucker aren’t you, Joe? White boys like you, they really love them Latin titties.”

The man could only moan as he continued to go after those tits but once he had them, he just couldn’t stop himself. He had to have more.

The girl continued to press her tits against the man’s face. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah, oh, Joe, yeah, that’s it, Joe. That’s it. Be a good little titty licker and lick my tits, Joe. Do it. Lick them good.”

Joe Wilson was more than willing to oblige.

“Oh, Joe, you do like this, don’t you? You do like Latin titties.”

“Yes, but, I mean no, I mean, I’m not supposed to.”

“Maybe not, but we already know you do. You can’t hide it, Joe. You love firm, young, BROWN tits.”

Joe moaned. He wasn’t trying to hide it anymore. He liked those little, brown tits.

“I got something you’re going to like even more.”

The man looked up from Mandy’s tits. “What?”

“If you like little brown tits, then you’re going to love little, brown lips. So, what do you say, Joe?”

It was a measure of how far the man had fallen that he was incapable of saying no, and besides, even if he’d tried, there was a hand on his cock, stroking the man even as he pondered the question. It wasn’t Chrissy’s anymore. It was Shirl’s and the little redhead was slowly running her little hand up and down on that big cock.

The girl was scant inches from the man’s face. He could see into her dark eyes. A hand stroked his torso. Her lips were so close. “What do you say, Joe? Do you want to taste my lips.”

Joe looked at her mouth and he found himself incapable of looking away. Her lips were so full and luscious. “Yeah,” the man groaned finally. “Yeah, that’s what I want.”

“Oh, Joe,” the girl purred. “I thought that’s what you might want.” She leaned in and kissed the man and then she kissed him again, receiving his kisses in kind. She kissed him once more but then she pulled back. “That was nice, Joe, but that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

The man looked at her quizzically.

Before he realized what was happening, someone was undoing the handcuffs and then the young Latina was pushing the man down onto his back. Her body straddled his face and her pussy descended on his mouth. “This is what I meant,” she said.

Belatedly, Joe realized that that had been his chance to escape, while his hands had been free, but the thought had never occurred to him and now they were handcuffed together again, this time, securing him to the bench on which he now lay.

“This is what I meant,” Mandy said again even as she ground her pussy against the man’s face. “This is what I meant. Eat my pussy, Joe. Eat it. Eat it good.”

Joe Wilson was all set to say no, to draw a line in the sand. This had gone far enough. He wasn’t going to go any further, but that was before Shirl took his cock in her mouth and in that instant, the man groaned, and that was when he got his first taste of Mandy’s pussy.

Mandy wasn’t wasting any time getting her pussy on the man’s mouth. She ground herself against the man even as she pulled his face between her legs. “Eat me,” she said again. “Eat me.”

If there’d been any doubt as to what the man was going to do, Shirl’s mouth wiped those doubts away. The man would groan every time her mouth took the length of him inside and as often as that was, there was no way he could refrain from Mandy’s cunt.

It was the young Hispanic’s turn to work on her own tits even as she rode the man’s face. “That’s it,” she moaned as her hand massaged her tits. “That’s it. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, Joe, that’s it. That’s it. Eat me. Eat me, Joe. Eat me.”

Joe groaned even as his tongue worked its way between Mandy’s legs.

“Oh that’s good, Joe. Lick me. Eat me. Come on, Joe. Do it. Make me cum, Joe. Do it. Make me cum.”

As if he had any choice, the man thought. Between the girl between his legs and the one on his face, he really had no choice in the matter, or at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

Mandy had a handful of the man’s hair. “You like that, don’t you,” she said. “I can tell. You like eating my pussy. I can tell. I know you want to make me cum.”

Like hell, the man thought feebly but even as he thought it, his tongue continued to work its way between the girl’s legs.

As much as he could with his mouth full of pussy, Joe Wilson moaned. It was the mouth on his cock that was doing the dirty work. The man groaned again. If the girl didn’t watch out, she was going to get a mouth full of cum.

“Oh, Joe,” Mandy moaned. “Oh, Joe. That’s it, Joe. That’s it. Oh, Joe, that’s it. Tongue me there, Joe. Oh shit, you’re going to do it. Make me cum, Joe. Make me cum.”

The man groaned. He knew he was going to cum. He knew he was going to cum so hard.

Mandy seemed to sense where the man was at. “Oh, Joe, I know you’re going to cum. I can tell, Joe. I can tell, and you know what, Joe? I’m going to cum, too, Joe. I’m going to cum right now, Joe. I’m going to cum in your little pussy licking mouth, Joe.”

The man groaned. He could feel it happening. He knew he was cumming in the little redhead’s mouth.

Mandy was moaning again. “It’s been a day of firsts for you, hasn’t it Joe. First, you get your first chance at getting a mouth full of hot, Latin tit. Next, you get some little cheerleading slut sucking your cock off, and now, you’re getting this. Now, you’re going to get the chance to taste hot, Latin cum. You really are a lucky man, Joe.”

Joe Wilson groaned. He could feel it happening. He could feel Mandy’s pussy cum and then she was doing it. She was squirting her juices into Joe’s receptive mouth.

The girl stayed where she was even as that cunt continued to cum. “You’re a pretty, good pussy licker, Joe,” the girl said as she finally pulled her body off of his. “In fact, you can lick my pussy any time you want to.”

Joe Wilson groaned. How had he let this happen, he wondered. Sure, he was handcuffed to this bench but shouldn’t he have done something more?

The man had little time to ponder that because Natalie was coming forward. Already, the girl had removed her skimpy, little cheerleading outfit. Her hand grabbed the man’s limp, cock. “You did them. Now, it’s time to do me. Why don’t you get this hard for me.”

The man was trying but his cock wasn’t responding or at least, it wasn’t responding fast enough for the girl. She hit him with the stunner and electricity coursed through his body. “Ow. What the fuck did you do that for?”

“I said get this hard,” Natalie said. “I turned the voltage down on the thing but I am not a patient woman. Get this hard.”

Pressure wasn’t all that conducive to getting what the girl wanted. In fact, the more pressure he faced, the more his cock seemed to whither.

Natalie hit the man with the stunner. “I said get it hard, ass hole.”

“I’m trying,” the principal said. “I’m trying.”

The stunner hit him again. “Ow, I shocked myself with that one. Try harder.”

The man’s mind raced, trying to dredge up images from his past, images that could jump start his flagging cock. Over his tenure as both a teacher and then as a principal, he’d seen his share of precocious teens, some of them very cute and some of them very hot but the memory that finally did the trick wasn’t something from his distant past. It was something that had happened just minutes before. It was the memory of having his face mashed between Mandy’s tits.

“Oh yeah, Joe, that’s it,” Natalie purred even as her hand squeezed his cock. “For a second there, I thought I was going to have to zap you again, but keep it up, big guy. This is looking better and better.”

Joe kept it up. He kept thinking about Mandy’s tits and the more he thought about them, the harder he got. He couldn’t believe it but he loved those young, brown tits. He only hoped the girl wasn’t going to ask him what had made him hard again.

“That’s a good job, Joe,” Natalie said, “so tell me. What was it that got you hard again?”

Joe sighed but he knew he couldn’t lie. He sighed again. “I was thinking about Mandy’s tits,” he said finally.

“My tits,” Mandy squawked.

“Well, Joe, that’s all well and good but I’m going to give you something else to think about,” and with that, the girl with the stunner mounted the principal’s body.

Joe felt the girl seize his cock and then he felt her position him at the entrance to her womanly gate. What was going to happen was merely a formality. He already knew what was going to happen so it came as little surprise when the girl shoved her pussy down on that cock.

“Oh, Joe, that’s quite some cock you got there,” the cheerleader panted. “If I knew you were hung like this, I might have made a play for you before.”

The man groaned. He knew he shouldn’t let it happen but he knew he was going to do it. He was going to cum inside her.

Natalie knew it, too. “It’s okay, Joe. I know what you want. Don’t hold back, Joe. I want you to do it. I want you to cum inside me. Do it. Come on, Joe. Do it. Cum inside me. Do it now.”

The man groaned as cum surged. He knew this was bad but he just couldn’t help himself and there was a part of him that didn’t care if it were bad. There was a part of him that wanted to fill this girl up with his cum.

The girl was cumming, too. Joe could feel it. He could feel her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. He could feel her pussy milking him dry and he knew he liked it. He liked it and he wanted it. He wanted it a lot.

“I guess it’s my turn now.”

“What do you mean,” asked the principal.

“Well, you’ve done every girl here but me so I guess that must mean you’re saving the best for last, huh.”

“B-b-but—”

Chrissy put a finger to the man’s lips. “Shh, shh, shh. You don’t have to say a thing,” she said. “You don’t have to thank me for seducing you. It was my pleasure but Joe, I think it’s time you got a taste of what you were getting.”

The man didn’t know what the girl was talking about until the head cheerleader straddled his face.

“Eat my pussy, Joe. Eat my pussy.”

The man moaned but he was powerless to resist and yet, even as his tongue slipped inside that pussy, he felt something else. First, it was hand and then it was a mouth moving up and down on his cock.

“Look at that, Joe. No, on second thought, don’t look. You keep doing what you’re doing. You keep right on eating my pussy. I’ll tell you what’s happening. Mandy’s sucking you off, Joe. I guess she liked what you said about her, Joe.

The man groaned. Just the mention of her name made him start thinking about her young, brown tits all over again.

It was almost as if the girl read his mind. “But as much as you like having her mouth on your cock,” Chrissy said, “I’ll bet there’s something you want even more, isn’t there, Joe.”

Joe Wilson wasn’t sure what the girl was talking about.

“I’ll bet you want it, don’t you, Joe. I’ll bet you want it. I’ll bet you want to know what it feels like to have your cock sliding between Mandy’s tits.”

Just the idea was enough to make him want it. Yes, of course. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to feel his cock between those tits.

“It looks like you’re going to get your wish Joe because here she goes.”

The man almost came right then and there. Just the thought of his cock moving back and forth between those tits. It was so invigorating. It was so compelling.

“Are you ready, Joe?”

Joe didn’t know what the girl was talking about.

“Are you ready,” she asked again. “Are you ready to fuck me,” and then without even waiting for a response, she said, “sure you are.”

Chrissy was moving back. Her body straddked the man’s waist and her pussy straddled the man’s cock. “Are you ready,” she asked. “Are you ready?”

The man groaned but the truth was he was more than ready and when his cock slid inside that pussy, he groaned all over again. Fuck, that was good. He loved it. It was so fucking good.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, Joe. You like being inside my pussy.”

The man groaned but he knew he couldn’t deny it.

The girl rode him longer and harder. “Yeah, you like this. I know you do.”

Joe Wilson knew he liked it. He knew he shouldn’t but he knew he did and the more the girl ground her pussy against his cock, the more he liked it.

“Are you going to make me cum,” the girl moaned. “Are you? Are you? It feels like it. Are you going to make me cum?”

The man groaned.

“Oh geez, Joe. Oh geez. You’re going to do it, Joe. You’re going to make me cum.”

The man groaned.

“Oh shit, Joe. You’re doing it. You’re doing it. You’re fucking making me cum.”

The man knew it was true. He could feel it happening. The girl was cumming. Her pussy squeezed his cock. The girl was cumming and she was cumming hard.

Chrissy pulled herself up off of the man. “You just wait here, Joe. We got a surprise for you, Joe.”

Wait here, the man thought. As if he had a choice in the matter. While the head slut and her little red-headed friend went off somewhere, the little bitch with the zapper and her brown-skinned friend were sticking around just to make sure Joe didn’t get up and run away.

Joe didn’t have long to wait. It wasn’t long before Chrissy and Shirl were back and this time they had a friend with them.

Rita Hanson was just as naked as she had been when Joe had seen her earlier but now she was upright and she was wearing a collar with a leash clipped to it, the other end of it being held by the little redhead.

“Isn’t Rita cute,” Chrissy asked. “I mean, just look at her. You must have thought she looked really cute when you hired her to be our coach. I wonder if it gave you a hard-on just watching her sitting across the desk from you when you interviewed her.” Chrissy ran a hand almost idly across the older woman’s breasts. “I’ll bet it did. She’s so cute. I’ll bet she made you really hard and I’ll bet you’re hard for her now, too.”

The man groaned but all he could do was watch as the head cheerleader slipped her fingers between her coach’s legs. “Mmm, look at that, Joe. Nice, tight thighs. So tight and lean. I’ll bet they must feel wonderful when she’s sitting astride your cock. Don’t you think, Joe?”

As much as he tried not to think of it, the thought of Rita sitting astride his cock came unwillingly into his mind and the man groaned. The young coach did have such smooth, tight thighs. He couldn’t help it. He wondered what they would feel like against his body.

“I can see you want it,” the girl said. “I can see you want Rita’s body.”

The man groaned but he couldn’t help himself. He did want it.

“I don’t think I heard you,” Chrissy said. “Tell us what you want.”

The man knew he should hold back and say nothing but holding back was so hard. Still, his lips moved but he didn’t say anything.

Chrissy was undeterred. “You know what you want,” the girl said. “You want to feel Rita’s body. You want to feel what it feels like to have your cock slide up inside her body.”

The man groaned but still, he said nothing.

“Come on,” Chrissy urged the man. “Be a good, little boss and tell Rita to fuck your cock. Tell her she doesn’t have tenure left. Tell her if she doesn’t fuck your cock, you’re going to fire her ass our of here. Tell her.”

The man groaned. He was so close, and besides, he’d already come this far. What was just a little bit more, but the man said nothing.

“Come on, Joe. You know you want it. Tell Rita you want her to ride your cock.”

Joe looked at the young coach. Damn, the woman was cute. In some ways, even cuter than the girls she led, Joe thought. He’d already cum this far. What was a little bit more. The man looked at the coach. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. “I want you to ride my fucking cock.”

The girl didn’t move and Joe was confused.

“That’s nice, Joe, but you got to go farther than that. Tell her she’s got to fuck your cock. Tell her she’s got to do a really good job of it because if she doesn’t, you’re going to fire her ass out of here. Tell her that.”

The man looked at the coach but he already knew what he was going to say. “I want you to fuck me and you better make it good, because if you don’t, you’re going to get fired.”

“Call her a bitch, Joe. She likes being called a little, fucking bitch.”

Joe looked at the young coach. He could do that. He wanted her the little bitch to fuck him. “Get over here,” he told her. “Get over here, you little fucking bitch and get your little fucking slut cunt down here on my fucking cock.”

“Oooh, Joe, that’s good. I think she likes that. She likes it when you talk dirty to her.”

The principal didn’t care what the woman liked. He wanted her to get her pussy right down there on his cock.

Shirl was saying something that the man couldn’t hear and the coach was nodding and then the little red-head unclipped the leash from the coach’s collar. “Go get him,” he heard the girl say.

The young coach hesitated for only a moment longer and then she was moving forward. Her body straddled the man’s even as he laid there cuffed to the bench and then she was reaching between her legs and taking hold of his cock and in the next moment, she was pushing herself down, pushing herself down and moaning as she took that cock up inside her.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned. He didn’t care about right and wrong. All he really cared was spilling his load inside Rita Hanson’s tiny, little cunt. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me you little dirty slut.”

The young coach moaned as she bounced her pussy up and down on that cock but other than that, she said nothing.

The man groaned. He could feel it coming. Even with the workout his cock had taken that day, that tight, little pussy was just too much for him. He knew he was going to cum.

The young woman moaned and then she moaned again. She moaned once more. “Fuck me,” she growled as her cunt continued to take that cock. “Fuck me.”

Those were the first words that Joe had heard the young woman say but they were enough to push him over the edge. The man grunted and in that instant as he felt the cum start to flow, he felt the young woman’s cunt bear down on his cock buried deep inside her.

Cum flowed as teacher and principal both came and came hard. In the end, they’d both gotten what they wanted.

“Now, Joe, here’s the deal. You forget all about all those people wanting to shut down the cheerleading program and if you do a good job of that, Joe, we’ll forget all about how you took advantage of four helpless cheerleaders and then ended up fucking their coach in front of their young, tender eyes and if you do a really good job about it, Joe, we might even let you fuck Rita again. What do you say to that, Joe?”

The man groaned. He knew what he should say.

“What do you say to that,” the teen said again. “Come on, Joe. You know what to do.”

The man could feel his cock inside the young coach’s pussy. Having just cum inside her, it had been getting smaller and smaller but the young coach had managed to keep inside her and now, it was growing again.

“Come on, Joe. You know what to do. I know Rita wants to fuck you, Joe, and I know you want to fuck her, too. So what do you say, Joe?”

The man groaned. “All right,” he said finally. “You win.”

Chrissy smiled. “That’s a good boy, Joe. I just knew you’d see it our way.”

THE END OF CHAPTER TEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 11

Thirty heads swiveled when Noreen Amundsen and Katie Bracken entered the room.

Mr. Walsh turned and looked as well. “Ladies,” he said in his short, clipped tone. “I’m assuming you have an excuse for coming in late. Ms. Amundsen?”

“Um, no,” Noreen said as someone quietly tittered in the background.

“I see, and Ms. Bracken? How about you?”

“We were at lunch,” Katie promptly said.

“Lunch hour ended twenty-three minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but we were at lunch.”

“You’re late.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“That’s what you said the last time and if I recall correctly, that’s what you said the time before that, too.”

“Yeah, but we were at lunch.”

The math teacher sighed. He knew these girls didn’t like his class but they didn’t have to be so blatant about it. “All right, take your seats, but I want to see the two of you after school lets out.”

“Why?”

“Detention. Now sit.”

Leonard Walsh really wasn’t sure if the two young girls would show. They were cheerleaders and from what some of his colleagues were saying, it seemed as if the cheerleaders were running wild on campus. As far as Leonard Walsh was concerned, it wasn’t just the cheerleaders that were running wild. It was the whole damned campus. Kids these days. They just didn’t know how to behave.

Part of him hoped that they wouldn’t show. Detention wasn’t going to change anything and school management didn’t seem willing to enforce the rules so if the girls didn’t show, then maybe he could go home early. He had some reading he wanted to catch up on.

But then at the appointed time, there was a knock on his classroom door and moments later, the two young women were entering his classroom.

“Ladies,” he said. “Glad you could make it.”

“You told us to come.”

“Well, if you can be on time now, why can’t you be on time when class starts?”

The two women looked at one another and shrugged.

“Ms. Amundsen?”

“I dunno. I guess we were just kind of late.”

“Ms. Bracken? You got anything to add to what your friend just said.”

“I guess not. We were just, you know … late.”

“Late? That’s all you girls can say for yourself. That you were late?”

“We were at lunch,” Katie said.

“Yeah, lunch,” agreed her friend.

Leonard Walsh sighed. This was hopeless. Just five more years, he told himself, and then he could retire, and then he could get away from kids like these. Teaching used to be fun but the kids of today. All they wanted to do was listen to their I-Pods and “hang out.” What the hell was hang out anyway. Yeah, the sooner he got out of here the better.

“All right, girls,” he sighed. “Detention for an hour. Get your books out or somethin’. I don’t care what you do. Just don’t talk. Okay?”

The girls seemed to settle into their desks and Leonard Walsh moved back behind his own desk. At least these girls, unlike some others that he’d given detention to, at least these girls knew how to behave. Detention wasn’t play time. Detention was punishment, but some kids never figured that out. The teacher pulled a sheaf of papers out of his briefcase. Maybe, he could get a little grading in before he had to leave for home.

“Um, Mr. Walsh?”

The teacher looked up. “Hmm,” he said.

“We think we should be getting better grades than we’re getting now,” said Noreen Amundsen.

Leonard Walsh tapped a pencil absently against the paper he’d been grading. “That makes two of us, Noreen. You’re a bright girl. You just need to apply yourself.”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” the girl said. “We think we should be getting better grades than we’re getting right now.”

Leonard Walsh again looked up from the paper he’d been grading. This was starting to get annoying. He wondered if the girl was making conversation just so he couldn’t get his work done. Well, if that was the case, he told himself, it wasn’t going to work. Still, he had to know the answer to the question. “Just why do you think you should be getting better grades than you’re getting right now?”

Noreen’s answer was simple. “Because we’re special.”

Leonard Walsh sighed. He’d heard that before, too. “Special comes from doing the work, Noreen. No more, no less. If you want the grade, you have to do the work.”

Again, Leonard Walsh returned his attention to the paper he was grading.

“Mr. Walsh?”

“What is it,” the teacher snapped irritably.

“That’s not what I meant, Mr. Walsh.”

“What did you mean then?”

“I mean we don’t have time to do the work. We have other things that are more important.”

“What could be more important than improving your mind?”

The girl didn’t say anything. Even when she looked down at her books, the man continued to stare at her. Finally, he shook his head and went back to the papers he’d been grading.

“Um, Mr. Walsh?”

Once again, the man looked up irritably but what had been destined to be a petulant “What,” suddenly changed to a tone of astonishment as Leonard Walsh looked at the girl. She had her legs open and he could see her fondling her pussy through her panties. “Young lady,” he said, “that is most inappropriate and let me assure you, that will not work on me. In fact, you’re not the first one to try that kind of tactic.”

“What,” Noreen Amundsen asked innocently.

The teacher shook his head. “Nothing,” he said and he again returned to his work.

“Mr. Walsh?”

“What?!”

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“I’m not going to answer that, young lady.”

“Because you’re scared,” the girl said knowingly. “I understand.”

“Now see here, young lady—”

“You don’t have to explain,” the girl said again. “I know. You can’t admit it because you’re a teacher so you’re scared.”

“I am not scared,” the man said.

“But you can’t answer the question.”

“I’m not going to answer that question because it would be inappropriate.”

“Because you’re scared.”

“I am not scared.”

“Uh huh.”

Leonard Walsh seethed. Suddenly, he felt defensive but why? Why should he have to justify himself to this little eighteen-year-old. He was supposed to be the one in control here, wasn’t he, so why was he feeling so defensive.

Leonard Walsh growled to himself. He didn’t like feeling this way. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The girl wasn’t even paying attention to him now. It was like she had already written him off.

“Mr. Walsh?”

“What,” the man growled irritably.

“Do you think Katie’s prettier than me?”

It was the first time that the girl had brought her friend into the conversation. It wasn’t like the man had forgotten she was there but there was something about the way it was said that suddenly made the conversation more inclusive. “I’m not going to answer that,” he said.

“See,” Noreen said. “I told you he liked me better.”

“He didn’t say that,” her friend protested. “Besides, he really hasn’t been looking at me. He’s been spending all his time looking at you.”

Noreen didn’t say anything and when neither of the girls said anything, the teacher once again returned his attention to the homework in front of him but he was almost waiting for one of the girls to say something.

“Mr. Walsh?”

“What.”

The man said it before he’d really looked up so when he did look up, he was taken aback by the sight that confronted him. Katie Bracken had opened every single button on her blouse and it was clear to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Do you like Katie’s tits,” Noreen asked.

The teacher stared. “What are you doing,” he spluttered. “Put that shirt back on.”

“But you haven’t answered the question.”

“And I’m not going to answer the question,” the man said. “Now put that shirt back on.”

Neither girl seemed to be in any hurry to comply with the man’s wishes. “Maybe you need to something else to compare it with,” Noreen said and that’s when Leonard Walsh watched the other girl pull her sweater off.

Noreen Amundsen’s breasts were smaller than her friend’s and unlike her friend, she was wearing a bra but that was quickly rectified and soon, she was naked from the waist up.

“So what do you think,” Noreen asked. “Who has the better tits? Me or Katie?”

The man just stared. He knew he was losing control of the situation and he had no idea how to reassert his control. “Girls,” he said helplessly.

“I think he needs a closer look at them,” Katie said.

“I think you’re right,” Noreen agreed and that’s when the two girls got out of their chairs and started to walk towards the man.

“Girls,” the teacher said. “What are you doing?”

“We’re helping you out,” said Noreen as she came up on one side of the desk.

“Yeah,” her friend agreed. “We’re helping you out. We’re letting you see our tits so you can see which of them are better.”

“Girls,” the man said. “Girls, you shouldn’t be doing this. Now, I want you to—”

Noreen laughed softly. “Don’t you worry,” she told the man. Her hands pushed her compact tits together even as she pressed her tits up against her teacher’s face. “We know exactly what you need.”

“Yeah,” echoed her friend even as she also pushed her tits up against the teacher’s face.

The man looked frantically from one girl to another. This, most definitely, was not the way things were supposed to go.

“Come on, Mr. Walsh,” said Noreen. “You’re making us feel bad. Don’t you like our tits.”

“Yes, but—”

“But nothing,” said Katie. “Look at Noreen’s tits. Look at mine. All we want you to do is kiss our tits but you won’t even do that. How can you be so mean?”

“Yeah,” agreed Noreen. “How can you be so mean? I have half a mind to go to the principal and tell him that after you got us to show you our tits, you were being mean to us.

Just the words “go to the principal” were enough to get a rise out of the man. He knew that it wasn’t his fault, that it was the girls who had undressed themselves, but he also didn’t want to have to explain how he’d gotten himself in this position so even without thinking about what he was doing, he suddenly found himself kissing the girl’s tits even without thinking that by doing so, he was digging himself an even deeper hole.

“I think he likes us,” Katie squealed. “I think he likes us.”

“I think you’re right,” her friend agreed. “I think he likes us a lot. Mmm, Mr. Walsh, I like the way you do that.”

The man was really starting to get into what he was doing.

“I think he’s enjoying what he’s doing,” Katie said, “but there’s one sure fire way to find out.”

“What’d you have in mind,” asked her friend.

“I was thinking we could see just how hard his dick is,” Katie said.

“Whoa, whoa,” the man said. “I mean, this is already way too far.”

“Ple-e-e-e-ease,” Katie begged.

“Ple-e-e-e-ease,” her friend echoed.

“No,” the man said. “No. This has got to stop.”

Katie pressed her firm, young tits against the man’s face. “Please,” she said again.

“No. I said no.”

“It’s not going to work,” Noreen told her friend. “He’s not going to do it. I guess we’re just going to have to tell the principal how he got us here for detention and then once he got us here, he went and made us take off our tops so he could suck our tits.”

“Now, wait a minute.”

“What?”

“Come on. You can’t go to the principal and say that.”

“Why not?”

“Because … because—”

“All we wanted to see was if your dick was hard,” the girl said. “What’s wrong with that? I mean, it’s not like we said we wanted to fuck you or anything like that.”

“B-b-but—”

“Come on. It’s easy to say no but it’s so much more fun to say yes,” and then before the teacher even realized what was happening, he felt the girl, Noreen, slide her hand between his legs. “Oooh,” she purred, “he is hard.”

“Let me feel it,” the other girl said and that’s when Leonard Walsh felt another hand work its way down over the front of his pants. “You’re right,” said the other girl, “he is hard.”

The man felt someone’s hand, he wasn’t sure whose, unzip his zipper and then that hand was sliding its way inside his pants. He felt that hand wrap itself around his cock and he felt that hand give him a squeeze.

The girl, Katie, was still pressing her tits against Leonard’s face but her friend, Noreen, seemed to have backed away and if what Leonard Walsh was feeling was any indication, he had a very good idea as to where she now was because someone was opening his belt and someone was reaching into his underwear and someone was pulling his cock out into the light and that someone was giving his cock yet another squeeze.

“You’ve got to see this,” Noreen was telling her friend.

And that’s when Katie pulled her tits back and then like her friend, she knelt down, one of them on either side of Leonard Walsh’s lap and each of them looking eagerly at Leonard Walsh’s cock.

“You think we should,” asked Noreen who seemed reluctant to let go of the man’s cock.

“I don’t know,” her friend said. “It’s up to you.”

“I think we should.”

“Okay,” her friend agreed.

Leonard Walsh couldn’t believe it. Were these girls really saying what he thought they were saying.

“It was my idea so I’m going to go first,” Noreen said.

“Ah, but you always get to go first,” Katie countered.

“But it was my idea,” Noreen said and then as if to forestall any further argument from her friend, she opened her mouth and she slid it down around her teacher’s shaft.

Leonard Walsh groaned. In all his years, he’d never had a girl suck his cock but as soon as his cock entered the girl’s mouth, he knew he loved it. He watched her head pull up and then he groaned all over again as that mouth once again pushed down on his cock.

“I think he likes you,” Katie told her friend.

Leonard Walsh didn’t say anything. He just kept right on moaning as that cock moved up and down on his cock. Fuck, that was good.

“Come on,” Katie complained, “let me do it.”

Her friend shook her head but never pulled her mouth free.

“Come on,” Katie complained. “I want to do it, too. I want to suck his cock.”

Leonard Walsh moaned. It was those words. “Suck his cock.” He loved hearing those words coming out of the buxom Katie’s mouth.

But for the moment at least, Noreen wasn’t giving up that cock.

Leonard Walsh almost wished that she would. It wasn’t that he didn’t like what Noreen was doing with his cock but it was just that he was wondering what the other girl could do with his cock and he kind of wanted to find out.

“Come on,” Katie said again. “Let me do it.”

Leonard Walsh still didn’t think the girl was going to give up her spot on his cock but at the last moment, she seemed to change her mind and she pulled herself free.

And then it was Katie’s turn.

The teacher held his breath as the girl seized his cock and then moved in on his member. He watched her open her mouth and he watched her push it down on his cock and then man moaned. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Oh fuck.”

“I think he likes you, too,” Noreen said.

Katie didn’t say anything. She kept her mouth right where it was, moving up and down on her teacher’s cock.

“My turn,” Noreen said and this time, it was her friend’s turn to demur.

Leonard Walsh didn’t care whose turn it was just so long as someone kept sucking his cock.

Noreen finally got her turn again and then Katie got it back again as the two girls began to pass their teacher back and forth between them. Leonard Walsh moaned again. He couldn’t believe how good this was feeling.

It was Katie who had her mouth on that cock and her friend stroked her hair even as she looked up at her teacher. “Do you like that,” she asked. “Do you like the way, Katie sucks your cock.”

At first, Leonard Walsh didn’t say anything. He just moaned but then his eyes seemed to focus. He looked at the girl with her mouth on his dick and then he looked at her friend. “Oh yeah,” the man moaned. “Oh yeah.”

“I’ll bet you want to cum, don’t you,” Noreen said. “I’ll bet you want to cum so hard. Is that what you want, Mr. Walsh. Do you want to cum hard?”

The man moaned and then he nodded.

“I thought so,” Noreen said. “You want to cum really hard and I’ll bet you want to cum in her mouth, don’t you. She’s been such a bad, little girl and I know you want to teach her a lesson. I know you want to cum in her mouth.”

The man groaned. Such … a … bad … little, yeah, fuck, he did want to do that. He nodded his head. He wanted to cum in the little slut’s mouth.

“Yeah, I know you do,” Noreen said, “but if that’s what you want, you got to tell her. Tell Katie you want to cum in her mouth.”

The man looked at the girl with his cock in her mouth but he held back.

“Come on, Mr. Walsh. You can do it. Tell Katie what you want her to do.”

The man moaned as the girl’s mouth took him once again. What the fuck. “Suck me,” he told the girl. “Suck my cock.”

“And what do you want her to make you do.”

The man moaned as the girl’s mouth once again took his cock. “Fuck that’s good,” he moaned. “Fuck, that’s good. Oh yeah, suck it. Suck it good. Make me cum. Make me cum in your mouth.”

“Oh, that’s so good, Mr. Walsh. I knew you could do it.” Noreen ran a hand through her friend’s hair. “You heard what Mr. Walsh said, right,” she asked.

Katie nodded without ever pulling her mouth free from that cock.

“You know what he wants you to do?”

Again, Katie nodded.

“Are you going to do it? Are you going to make him cum in your mouth?”

“Mm hmm,” the girl moaned and Leonard Walsh moaned as her mouth vibrated against his cock.

“Are you going to do it? Are you going to do it right now?”

The girl didn’t say anything but then she didn’t have to say anything. The convulsions of her teacher’s body said everything that needed to be said.

“Fuck,” the man groaned as his cock surged again. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Noreen looked at the man. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you. You like cumming in Katie’s mouth.”

“I … I … I—”

“Shh, shh, shh. You don’t have to thank us, Mr. Walsh. In fact, you don’t have to say anything at all. All you have to do is sit there and relish the feel of your cum as it flows into Katie’s mouth.”

The man groaned even as he settled back into his chair. He knew he was going to do whatever Noreen told him to do.

Noreen seemed to know it, too. “There now,” she said. “Doesn’t that feel better, to sit back and relax and let it all happen? Doesn’t that feel better?”

The man groaned and then he nodded dumbly. He knew there wasn’t anything he could do?

“Would you like Katie to get you hard again?”

The man looked up at the young cheerleader but even as he did, he could feel her friend continuing her work on his cock and suddenly, Mr. Walsh realized that it really didn’t matter what he wanted. These girls were going to do whatever they wanted with him.

The man could feel his cock stirring inside the young girl’s mouth and it was almost as if Noreen seemed to know it, too. “Katie is sure good at sucking your cock, isn’t she?”

The man just groaned.

“Has she got you hard again already,” Noreen asked.

Leonard Walsh just moaned. Somehow, he was sure the girl already knew the answer.

“You know what I’ll bet you’d really like?”

The man looked at his student. There was a part of him that wanted to know what the girl was going to say next and there was another part of him that was terrified at what she might make him do.

“I think you need to feels like when you have your cock in Katie’s pussy. What do you say to that?”

The man groaned. “No,” he wanted to say. “No,” but instead, he said nothing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” the girl said, “so how about it Katie? Are you up for riding Mr. Walsh’s cock?”

“You betya,” the girl said enthusiastically. “I’m always up for that.”

The girl had slipped in between his thighs as she continued to suck his cock but now she was rising up. Her blouse which had been opened from the collar to the waist now slipped off her shoulders treating the man to his first unencumbered look of her well-endowed chest and then she was hiking up her skirt.

He’d seen her panties before but now, it seemed like such a long time ago. It was when Katie and Noreen had been teasing him but now the girl wasn’t teasing. She gave her teacher one good look at her panties and then in one quick motion, she stripped them off.

He could see her pussy. He thought there’d be more hair there. Maybe she shaved it, he thought, but he had an unobstructed view of her pussy.

“So what do you say, Mr. Walsh. Doesn’t Katie have a pretty pussy?”

The man nodded.

“Wouldn’t you like to feel what it feels like to have your cock inside her?”

Again, the man nodded.

Katie Bracken rose up even higher and then her hand grabbed the man’s cock even as she straddled his lap and then her hand led his cock to her wet and waiting pussy.

The man could feel his cock being pressed up against that tight, little pussy and he watched as the girl closed her eyes. He thought he could smell her scent and then she let out a low, whimpering moan even as she pushed her pussy down onto his cock.

Instinctively, the man grabbed the girl’s plump ass even as her pussy settled even further down onto his cock and he let out a moan. He hadn’t thought fucking a little teenybopper could have ever have felt as good as this.

“Oh yeah,” the teen moaned. “That’s so good, Mr. Walsh. Fuck me just like that.”

“Fuck,” the man groaned as the girl pulled her pussy up and pushed it down again. “Fuck.”

The girl hung her arms around the man’s neck even as she moved her pussy up and down on the man’s cock. “Damn, that’s good, Mr. Walsh,” she moaned. “Oh geez. That’s so fucking good.”

The man groaned and then he groaned. He could feel someone stroking his balls.

He looked up to find Noreen standing there grinning at him. “I got to have something to do,” she said.

“Fuck me,” her friend moaned even as she continued to ride her teacher’s cock. “Fuck me.”

The man groaned.

“Mr. Walsh?”

The man said nothing.

“Mr. Walsh,” the girl said again more forcefully. “Mr. Walsh?”

“Huh,” the man said as Noreen’s words finally registered on him.

“Do you like Katie’s tits, Mr. Walsh. Do you really like them?”

The man nodded.

“We know you do,” Noreen said. “We both do. Mine are nice but hers are bigger than mine and we know you like that, don’t you, Mr. Walsh.”

Again, the man nodded.

“They’re so pretty, aren’t they, Mr. Walsh.”

Again the man nodded.

“I’ll bet you’d like to touch them, wouldn’t you, Mr. Walsh. I’ll bet you want to feel Katie’s tits and not just feel them. I’ll bet you want to grab them. Is that what you want, Mr. Walsh?”

Again, the man nodded.

“But, if she’s going to do that, if she’s going to let you paw her tits with your filthy hands, I think she’s going to want something from you in return. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

The man didn’t say anything until Noreen gave his balls just a little squeeze.

“Isn’t it,” she demanded.

The man nodded almost frantically.

“You want to hear what Katie wants?”

The man nodded.

“It’s real simple,” Noreen told him. “She lets you paw her tits and you do whatever we tell you to. How’s that sound?”

Leonard Walsh didn’t say anything.

“How about we sweeten the pot for you,” Noreen said. “How about we let you put your hands all over Katie’s tits and then Katie will jam her tits in your face even as she rides your cock. How’s that sound?”

“Great,” the man moaned.

“And all you got to do is agree to do whatever we tell you to. That’s all. How’s that sound?”

Still, the teacher held back.

“Come on,” Noreen purred. “Come on. All you have to do is say yes to those tits. How about it? You going to do what we say if Katie jams her tits in your face.

Again, the man shook his head.

“Come on, Mr. Walsh. Just look at those tits. Don’t you want to feel those tits while Katie rides your cock?”

Leonard Walsh knew it was a mistake but he couldn’t help himself. He had to stare at those tits.

“Now you know what to do. You want those tits so tell us that from now on, you’re going to do whatever we tell you to do, and Katie’s going to let you do whatever you want with her tits. So what do you say, Mr. Walsh? Are you going to do whatever we tell you to.”

The man hesitated but then he nodded.

“You’re going to do what we say.”

It was a statement, not a question. The man hesitated for a moment and then he nodded again.

It was almost as if Katie had been waiting for just that kind of indication because no sooner had the man given his assent than she was there, jamming her tits forward and ramming them against his face.

The man made snuffling noises as those tits suddenly overwhelmed him. His arms flailed pathetically, his hands opening and closing as the girl seemed to take an almost perverse delight in smothering him with her tits.

“So you like my tits,” the girl taunted the man. “Well, now you’re going to get them big time. Go ahead, you little pervert. Go ahead and lick my tits while I take your cock up my tiny little, fuck hole. Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like being smothered by my tits.”

The man could do little more than flail around in his chair.

“Yeah, you like this,” Katie said. “You like it, don’t you. You like licking the big tits of young girls, don’t you. Don’t you.”

The man moaned.

“Don’t you,” the girl demanded.

The man nodded.

“Yeah, I knew it,” the girl said.

The man groaned.

“Yeah, I knew it. I knew you wanted to fuck me. I knew it didn’t matter if I was your student. I knew you wanted to fuck my pussy and suck my tits.

With his head buried between Katie’s tits, it was kind of hard to tell what the man was saying but it sounded like he was agreeing with the girl.

“You really are a dirty bird, aren’t you? I’ll bet you’re the type of guy who likes little girls and I’ll bet you like their panties. I’ll tell you what, Mr. Walsh, you do this good and I’ll give you my panties and you can sniff them or touch them or whack yourself off in them. Doesn’t matter to me. Do whatever makes you feel good. How’s that sound?”

Again, the man’s response was muffled from between the girl’s tits.

“Yeah, we know what you want,” the girl said, “and we know that from now on, you’re going to do whatever we tell you to. You got that?”

Again, the man’s response was muffled.

Katie pulled her tits back just a bit. “You got that,” she asked again.

The man groaned and then he nodded his head. “I got it,” he said.

“Good. If you got it, then get your head back down there and keep sucking away on my tits.”

The man groaned as the girl once again pressed her tits up against his face, and all the while, Noreen was there, fondling his balls. “Are you going to cum,” she asked. “Are you going to cum in her pussy?”

The man groaned and then he groaned again.

“Come on,” Noreen said. “You can do it. You can do it. Cum in her pussy. You can do it.”

The man groaned and he groaned once more his cum started to flow.

Katie shoved her pussy down on the man’s cock as the cum continued to flow. “Oh yeah,” she purred. “That’s it. Do it. Cum inside me. Oh geez, that feels so good. Oh geez, do it. Fill me up with your cum.”

More cum flowed. There was no doubt about it. The man was cumming hard.

“Oh yeah,” the girl purred. “That’s it. Do it. Fill my little eighteen-year-old pussy up with your cum. Oh geez, no one’s ever done me like this before. Do it. Do it. Do it!”

The man groaned as he pumped the last of his cum into that tight, little cunt.

It was clear he was done so Katie climbed off of the man.

“We think we should both be getting A’s and we don’t think we should have to come to class ever again,” said her friend. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” the man said. “Maybe—”

“No, I don’t think so,” Mr. Walsh. “This isn’t a maybe kind of thing. It’s either a yes or a no. You know what you promised us. Just take out your grade book and write down that Noreen and Katie are both getting A’s and if you do, we won’t bother you again, but if don’t, we might just have to tell everyone just how much Mr. Walsh likes to fuck his female students, or at least the ones who are cheerleaders.”

“That’s blackmail.”

Noreen shrugged. “I wouldn’t know about that,” she said. “All I know is you weren’t complaining when Katie was shoving her tits in your fucking face. So what do you say, Mr. Walsh?”

The teacher looked at the two young women and then he reached for his grade book and the two girls watched as he penned in their new grades.

Katie gathered up her clothes and then she tucked her panties in the man’s shirt pocket. “Just like I promised,” she said.

“There now,” said Noreen. “That wasn’t so hard, and now, we’ll be going and from now on, you won’t have to ever worry about the two of us coming in to class late ever again. In fact, I don’t think we’ll be coming to class at all anymore. Have a nice day, Mr. Walsh.”

THE END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

Satan’s Revenge 12

Consciousness came slowly to Blossom. Someone was nudging her with his foot. “Come on,” she heard the man say. “Get up.”

The girl groaned.

Whoever it was nudged her again. “I said get up,” the man told the girl.

The last few remnants of drugged sleep were quickly fading away leaving the young woman to ponder her situation. She was lying on her side, her face pressed up against a dirty, wooden floor. She felt almost as if she were going to sneeze but she didn’t.

Someone was nudging her again with the toe of a well-worn work boot. Not a kick but enough to let her know that its owner meant business. “Come on,” the man said. “Get up.”

“I am up,” the young woman groaned, “or at least I’m awake, so you can stop kicking me.”

The man grabbed the young woman and he pulled her up into a sitting position and then he shoved her back against the wall. “’Bout time,” he said. “I was starting to get just a little bit worried.”

Blossom looked at the man watching her. The man was probably in his mid forties or maybe a bit higher. His hair was graying a little on the side. “What do you want,” she asked sullenly.

The man grinned. “You’re in luck. What I want seems to be what you girls are willing to give away for free.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play stupid with me, girlie. I don’t know what game you girls are playing but I want in.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“You want to play stupid with me. Fine, I can play along. You girls have been seducing men in the community, men with power. I didn’t understand why at first until I realized that in one way or another, these men had something to do with your school.

“So once I figure that out, I’m figuring it’s only a matter of time before you guys get around to coming to me and I figure why wait for one of you to make a play for me. I figure rather than havin’ you girls try to figure out what I want, how about I make a preemptive strike and go get what I want myself.”

Blossom sat there shaking her head, trying to shake loose the cob webs in her head. “What did you do to me,” she asked.

The man grinned. “Nothing real fancy. Once I figured out what the game was, it was simple. All I had to do was snag a couple of my wife’s sleeping pills and give them to one of your little slut friends and have them slip them into your water bottle. Knocked you right out and then they called me up and told me where to come get you.”

Blossom shook her head. “One of my friends drugged me?”

“What, you’re surprised?”

The problem, Blossom realized, was that she wasn’t. Chrissy, she knew, would have done it and she wouldn’t have put it past some of the other girls, too. So that was the how and the why, she thought, but there was still one more question to answer. “What’s so important about you?”

If the man was upset by the question, he didn’t show it. He grinned even as he ran his hand through his hair. “Fair question,” he said. “I’d probably ask it, too, but the fact of the matter is I’m on the school board around here. That answer your question?”

It did indeed. The man looked rugged. He wore rugged boots and dusty pants. His shirt, like the man, looked sturdy and worn. He had a couple of tools clipped to his belt but really none of that was important. All that really was important was that he was a member of the school board.

Blossom hadn’t been overly enthusiastic when Chrissy had announced her plan but unlike Shari, she hadn’t opposed it either because she didn’t want to make waves and she didn’t want to be branded as a malcontent. If everyone wanted to do this, then she was willing to go along with it. It was just that she had never thought that she’d be called upon to participate so directly in Chrissy’s plans, but now, here she was, alone with this man, and she knew what she had to do. If he was a member of the school board, then she’d suddenly become very involved. It was her job to seduce the man and get him on their side.

“So where are we,” Blossom asked.

“Housing complex on the north side of town, out in the sticks. Contractor ran out of money so it’s only half done, but it’s nice and quiet so we ain’t gonna be havin’ anyone come around bothering and it’s done enough for what I have in mind.”

“Which is?”

“I’m going to fuck you, honey. I’m going to fuck you real good and then I’m going to fuck you some more and when I’m done, I’m going to make you like it, too.”

There it was, out in the open. There was no doubt that he intended to do what he said he was going to do. The physical act, that was almost a foregone conclusion. If the place was as isolated as he claimed, and Blossom suspected that it was, he surely could do whatever he wanted with her whether she wanted him to or not. It was the other part that gave her pause. She was starting to have some major second thoughts about it. Make her want it? She rather doubted that.

In fact, now that she was here, she was wishing she could somehow get out of it. “So, um, why’d you pick me,” she asked even as she hoped to forestall what she knew was coming.

The man seemed to eye her almost as if he knew what was going through her mind but if he did, it didn’t seem to concern him. “Why you? That’s easy. You’re the only one on the team whose an Asian. Given that, I pretty much would have chosen you no matter what unless you were butt-ugly, and you’re a hell of a long, fuckin’ ways from that. I think Asian girls are hot.”

So, that was the why. All of the questions were finally answered except one. “So, um,” Blossom asked, “what now?”

The man grinned again even as he came up to her and pushed her roughly forward. She could feel his hands working behind her and she knew he was untying the rope that held her.

The man pulled back and then he pulled up a chair and he took a seat. He spread his legs but he did little more than that. “Now,” he said, “it’s time to see you strip out of that uniform you’re wearing.”

The girl looked at the man. “I don’t think I can do this,” she stammered.

She halfway expected the man to get mad at her but instead, he just grinned again. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to say no,” he said. “You wouldn’t want me to have to go back to your little slut friends and have to tell them you wouldn’t put out now, would you?”

Blossom shuddered just a little. She still remembered what they did to Shari when she tried to say no. No, she didn’t want the man to tell her friends that she hadn’t followed through. As far as she could tell, no matter how she looked at it. She was stuck. She was going to have to do what he told her to do.

The man seemed to sense the girl’s flagging resistance. “So,” he said, “are you ready to see things my way.”

Blossom shook her head. There was no way out. “I guess,” she said with resignation.

Now it was the man’s turn to demur. “Don’t guess,” the man said. “Either you’re going to do what I say or you’re not so which one is it going to be.”

Blossom sighed. “I’ll do what you tell me to do,” she said finally.

“All right then. You know what to do. Strip, and while you’re at it, make sure you do it nice and sexy for me.”

Blossom still wasn’t sure exactly what the man wanted but she knew how to take off her clothes. She grabbed at her cheerleaders sweater and she pulled the garment over her head.

“Slowly,” the man said. “Take it easy. Slowly now.”

Blossom slowed her pace down even as her hands went to her skirt. She watched the man watching her even as her hands worked the catches on her skirt and then without ever taking her eyes off of the man, she let the skirt fall at her feet.

“Nice,” the man said. “Now, the bra. Take it off. Let me see those little Asian titties of yours.”

The girl’s eyes stayed locked on the man even as she reached behind her. Her breathing quickened just a little. She knew she was getting excited.

Off came the bra.

“Oh yeah,” the man said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Nothing better than little Asian titties.”

Blossom flushed just a little. There was something about the way he said that that just made her feel so fucking hot.

“Now, the panties,” the man said. “Let’s see that fucking, little Asian pussy.”

The girl looked at the man and then she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and she pushed those panties down her legs.

“Oh yeah, I knew it,” the man exclaimed. “I knew it. I just knew you’d have a little shaved pussy.”

For some reason, that just made Blossom feel warm and good all over.

“Turn around and let me see that little Asian ass of yours.”

Again, Blossom did as she was told and again, she was rewarded with another compliment. “Hoo whee, I do like that Asian ass,” the man said. “Now turn your ass around and get your ass over here because I got a cock that needs to be freed from my jeans.”

The girl turned around and without even being told to, she dropped to her knees. Her hands reached for the man’s zipper and then she was pulling it down even as the man opened his belt. The man lifted himself up and the girl tugged his jeans and his underwear down around his knees.

She was reaching for the man’s cock when the man stopped her. “Your friends abandoned you. They abandoned you. You realize that, don’t you. They’ve surrendered you over to me. You know that.”

The girl didn’t say anything.

“You know what they said when I said I wanted you.”

Blossom wasn’t sure she wanted to know but she knew she had to know. “What,” she asked sullenly.

“They said sure. Where and when? That’s all they wanted to know. Where and when? I asked if there were any limits and they said no. They said no limits. You can do whatever you want to her, just don’t hurt her too bad, so I ask them what the fuck they meant by that and do you know what they said?”

Blossom shook her head.

They said I could do whatever I wanted with you but they didn’t want you getting hurt because if that happened, it would look bad for the program. Someone was bound to investigate and they didn’t want that but in the end, it was more about the program than it was about you. Your friends don’t care about you.”

Blossom hung her head. She wasn’t sure she believed the man but the problem was she wasn’t sure she didn’t believe him either.

“Your friends, they’ve given your body to me to do with as I see fit. You are nothing more than meat to them, something to be used to further a cause.”

Blossom didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what she should say.

The man grinned. “I know you don’t believe me. I know you don’t want to believe me, and that’s okay. I’m telling you the truth though. Your friends don’t care about you but I do.”

Blossom still didn’t say anything.

“The head cheerleader … what’s her name?”

“Chrissy?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. You know what she said when I told her I wanted you.”

“No.”

“She said, ‘Sure. No problem. We don’t have a use for her so you can have her. No problem.’”

Blossom hung her head. It kind of sounded like something Chrissy might say.

“Your friends don’t care about you, but I do.”

It was the first positive thing Blossom had heard in some time. At least someone cared.

“Your friends don’t care what happens to you, but I do.”

Deep down, Blossom knew that wasn’t true but there was a part of her that was wondering just how much of it wasn’t true and what parts of it might be. She wasn’t sure.

“If all I wanted was to fuck you, I could have done that already. Hell, I could have done it while you were asleep. You’d wake up with a sore, little pussy all dripping with cum and there wouldn’t be a damned thing you could do about it. You know that. You know it’s true.”

The girl did know it. He could have fucked her by now if that was what he’d wanted.

“But I didn’t do it. You ever think about that? You ever ask yourself why?”

Blossom shook her head. This man was confusing her or maybe it was the left over drugs still in her system.

“I want what’s best for you,” the man said, “and in return, all I want from you is a little faith and a little loyalty.”

“A little what?”

“A little faith. A little loyalty. I want you to say something. I want you to say, ‘I belong to you.’”

“What?!”

“You heard me. I’m your friend so you can say it. Say I belong to you. Just say it.”

“I belong to you,” the girl said hesitantly.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. Say it again.”

“I belong to you,” the girl said again.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. Now, say it again, but this time, say it like you mean it.”

The girl hesitated for a moment but then her face became more animated and she gave the man a shy, little smile. “I belong to you,” she said with a lilt in her voice.

“Better,” the man said. “Say it again.”

“I belong to you.”

“Your friends fuckin’ sold you out. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you.”

“You don’t have any friends. Not really. Any friends who would sell you out aren’t really friends, but me and my cock, we’re all the friends you’re ever going to need. Just me and my cock. Me and my cock. So who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you.”

The words were coming easier now and they were less forced and there was a feeling that there was the beginning of reality behind those words. “Say it again,” the man said.

“I belong to you.”

The man grabbed his cock and pointed his member at the girl. The man really didn’t believe that the girl believed what she was saying. She was saying it because she thought it was what he wanted to hear and he was right. By the time he was through with her, she was going to have a whole new outlook on life. “Who’s your newest bestest friend,” he asked the girl.

“You are, Mr.—”

“The name’s Gray,” the man said, “but I’m not your newest, bestest friend.” He shook his cock at the girl. “This, this is your newest, bestest friend and your newest, bestest friend is lonely, and do you know what, honey?”

“What?”

“You’re in luck,” the man said, “because your newest, bestest friend loves hot, little Asian girls just like you, but right now, he’s lonely and right now, I think he needs a kiss.”

Blossom refrained. Up until this point, it had just been words but now the man was asking her to kiss his cock. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had sex before but she’d only done it twice and both times had been when she was drunk and she knew she’d never kissed a cock before.

The man was shaking his cock at her. “Come on,” he said. “Give your newest friend a kiss.”

“I … I … I don’t know if I should. My dad would be so mad if he’d found out I’d done that.”

“So don’t tell him.”

“It’s not that easy. What if he finds out.”

“You gonna tell him?”

“Well, no.”

“I’m not gonna tell him so if you’re not gonna tell him, how’s he gonna find out.”

It was a reasoned argument but this wasn’t about reason. This was primal. This was about fear. The girl didn’t want her dad to find out.

“I should have known better.”

“What? Why?”

“Your so-called friends. They told me this would happen. They said you wouldn’t do it. They said you didn’t have the guts to do it. They said I should pick someone else. They even had someone they said was willing to do everything I wanted to do, but I said no but maybe they were right. Maybe you just don’t have what it takes.”

Blossom could feel herself getting angry. It wasn’t like she even wanted to suck the guy’s cock but her “friends” shouldn’t be saying she couldn’t. They shouldn’t be saying she didn’t have the guts. She’d show them and then without even realizing what she was doing, she grabbed the guy’s cock and she slid her mouth down around its rigid sides.

It was as easy as that. Suddenly, she had a cock in her mouth and suddenly, she was sucking away at the man’s member.

The man groaned even as he ran his hand through Blossom’s black hair. “Oh yeah, that’s good,” he told the girl. “Suck it. Suck it. Yeah, suck it just like that.”

The girl didn’t really need any prompting. Once she’d gotten past that initial blockage, she was perfectly fine with a cock in her mouth and she was discovering that she didn’t even have to be drunk to do it.

The man stroked his hand through the girl’s dark hair. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said encouragingly. “Suck it, baby. Just suck it.”

Blossom’s mouth moved up and down on that rigid rod and the man groaned. He knew she was really starting to get into it.

But if all he wanted was to get his cock sucked, he could have just picked up a fucking whore but what he wanted was something more. He pulled the girl’s mouth up off of his cock. “You’re a pretty good, cock sucker girl. Maybe your so-called friends were wrong about you but there’s really only one way to tell for sure.”

The girl looked up at the man quizzically.

“I think it’s time we saw just how good you took that cock inside you.”

“I … I … I thought that’s what we were doing,” the girl said.

The man smiled. “Other hole, babe. Other hole. So how about it. You up for taking a cock in your pussy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, maybe your so-called friends were right after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“They said you were too prissy to ever let a guy fuck you.”

“But—”

“You ever get the idea that this was why they were so eager to sell your ass out?”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe they wanted you to get fucked. Maybe they thought you were too chicken to do it on your own so maybe they figured they had to force the issue. You ever think about that? Maybe they sold your ass out because they didn’t think you had the guts to do it on your own.”

There was a part of the girl who didn’t want to believe what the man was saying but there was a part of her that feared it might be true. There were some of the girls, not all of them, but some of them who thought exactly that. Fuck it. She’d show them. She’d show them all. She started to rise up.

“What are you doin’, babe?”

“I’m going to ride your cock.”

“You sure about this, because I wouldn’t want you doing anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Just give me your cock,” the girl said, “and I’ll show you what I really want.”

“Okay,” the man said, his tone indicating that he wasn’t quite sure just how sincere she was.

Fuck him, the girl thought. Fuck them all. She’d show them all. Her body rose up and then she was straddling the man’s lap. Her hand reached between her legs and she grabbed hold of the man’s member.

Blossom had a moment of hesitation. The cock was big, bigger than what she’d thought it would be when she had it in her mouth. How was she going to be able to get that thing between her legs?

But then she felt the head of that cock as it pressed up against her pussy and the doubts quickly dissipated.

The girl moaned as that cock entered her. Yeah, she could do this, she thought. She could do this so much.

The man groaned as the girl took more of his cock inside her tight, little pussy. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I guess your friends were wrong about you.”

Fuck her friends, Blossom thought. Fuck them all. She had a cock inside her and she wasn’t even drunk and she loved it.

The man was unbuttoning his shirt and as he did, his chest came into view. It was hairy and Blossom was intrigued. She hadn’t seen a hairy chest before.

She ran a hand over the man’s chest even as she continued to work that cock up inside her pussy.

The man seemed to sense that. “You like that,” he said. “You like my hairy chest?”

“Yeah,” the girl purred even as she ran her fingers through his hair. She grabbed some of it and twisted it loosely between her fingers. “I love it.”

The man slid his hand along Blossom’s nearly inconsequential, little chest. “This is what I like,” the man said. “Fucking, little Asian titties. Yeah, this is what I like.” The man moved his hand up and he once again grabbed the girl by her hair. “Who do these tits belong to?”

“They belong to you, Mr. Gray.”

“Who do they belong to?”

“They belong to you.”

“Say that again.”

“They belong to you.”

“Good girl, and this tight, little Asian pussy of yours. Who owns this pussy?”

“You do, Mr. Gray. You own my pussy.”

“That’s a good girl, and who do you want to have come fuck you?”

Blossom moaned. She knew that she’d been taken against her will but somehow, she was finding it harder and harder to hold that against the man. Every time the man told her she was his girl, she found herself wanting it. She wanted the man’s approval. She wanted him to approve of what she did. “Only you,” she said. “I only want to be fucked by you.”

“Say that again, babe. I don’t think I heard you the first time.”

“I want to be fucked by you,” the girl said. “Only by you.”

“That’s a good girl,” the man said. “Say it again, babe. Say it again.”

The girl groaned. She couldn’t help herself. There was just something that she liked about riding that cock that made her feel so good. “Only you,” she moaned. “I only want to be fucked by you.”

The girl moaned again as she felt the man’s hands on her ass, felt him holding her as she rode his cock.

“Only you,” she moaned. “Only you.”

“Yeah, that’s it, Bitch. Your pussy belongs to this cock, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” the girl moaned. “Yes, your cock. Oh God, my pussy belongs to your cock. Give it to me. Give me your cock.”

“Yeah, your little slut friends sold you out, didn’t they, but that’s okay because that meant you got to get this cock in your pussy so you got the best of that deal, didn’t you?”

The girl moaned. “Yes-s-s-s-s,” she moaned. “Yes.”

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you slut? You like bouncing up and down on my cock. You like having my cock inside you. I can tell. You like it. Don’t lie to me. You like being my little Asian fuck slut.”

“Yes,” the girl whimpered.

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s a good thing those girls sold you out, isn’t it. You belong to me now. You’re mine now. Your mine to do with as I see fit. Isn’t that right, slut?”

The girl was moaning nearly uncontrollably as she bounced up and down on that cock. “Yes,” she whimpered.

“Yes, what.”

“Yes, I belong to you now. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“Do you want to cum?”

The girl moaned. “If you want me to.”

The man grinned. “Good answer. I like that. It shows you’re a quick learner but you know what I really want?”

“What?”

“I want you to pull your pussy up off of my cock—”

“No,” the girl whimpered.

“Now, don’t get uppity with me girlie girl. I told you what I want you to do so you’re going to do it. Pull your pussy up off that cock.”

Reluctantly, the girl did as she was told but it was clear she didn’t want to do it.

“Now turn your ass around,” the man said.

The man grabbed her ass with one hand on each of her cheeks. “God, I love this,” he said. “Tight, little Asian ass. Nice and round and firm and bronzed just right. You know the only thing better than tight, Asian ass, babe?”

“No.”

“The only thing better than tight, Asian ass is tight, Asian ass getting fucked by my dick from behind.”

“No,” the girl whimpered.

“Don’t get sassy with me, girl. I make the decisions around here and if I say you need to get fucked from behind, then that’s what you’re going to do.”

Blossom wanted to say no but her heart just wasn’t in it.

The man sensed he had won. “Get down there on your hands and knees.”

The girl did as she was told.

“Beg for it, bitch. Beg for me to fuck you like a little dog.”

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me like a dog.”

“I like that. Say it again, bitch.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me like a dog. Fuck me like a dog. I want you to do it. Fuck me like a dog.”

The man was coming up behind her and he put his hand on the girl’s ass. “Say it again, bitch.”

“Fuck me like a dog,” the girl moaned. “Fuck me like a dog.”

The man wedged his cock right up against the girl’s hole. “Yeah, you can count on me,” he assured her. “I know what you want and you can count on me to always give you what you want. Tell me again. What is it you want?”

“Fuck me like a dog,” the girl responded on cue.

The girl moaned as the man pushed his cock into her tight, little pussy. He wasn’t all the way inside her. She was too tight to take him all at once. The girl moaned again.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a dog.”

The girl moaned as that cock took more and more of her cunt. “Yeah, how do you like this,” the man asked. “How do you like having my cock in your pussy?”

The girl moaned. “Feels great,” she moaned. “Feels great. Oh shit. Fuck me like a fucking dog. It feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah, you love it, don’t you, babe? You love it when I fuck you like a fucking dog.”

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “I love it. I love it. I love it. Fuck me like a little fucking dog.”

“Yeah, baby. Yeah, I knew you’d love this.”

Blossom moaned. She could feel it coming. She could feel the passion building inside her. She knew she was going to cum. She knew she was going to cum hard.

But she wasn’t going to cum just yet.

Blossom felt the man pull back and then she felt him seem to withdraw and in spite of herself, she begged him to stay. “No,” she moaned. “No. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

But that was when she realized that the man wasn’t going anywhere. He was just changing the position of his cock. He was just sliding it between her cheeks.

The girl moaned as she took that cock in her ass. Too much, she thought. Too much, and yet, she liked it, too. It made her feel warm to be so full of cock.

The girl moaned again as that cock continued to fuck her and she knew she was going to cum again, and this time, she knew it was for real.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

She knew she was going to cum. She knew she was going to cum with this man’s cock in her ass and she knew she wanted it.

The man groaned and then he grunted and that’s when the girl felt it, the feel of cum as it surged inside her and even as she felt it, she knew she was cumming, too, and all of the sudden, she knew, there wasn’t a damned person she could tell about this. She wouldn’t tell her so-called friends and she couldn’t tell her family and in that instant, she found herself feeling even closer to the man who had fucked her.

The girl moaned. But what was she going to tell her friends, she wondered.

“Your friends? Your friends? Your friends are the ones who put you up to this. Your friends are the ones who told you you needed to go out and fuck dirty, old men like me. Your friends? Hah, what do they care about you? Nothing. They don’t care about you. They don’t care one bit, but I care. I care a lot. Now get over here and suck my cock.

“Now that we’ve seen that you know how to act when you’re properly motivated, I don’t think we’re going to be having anymore outbursts from you, are we young lady?”

“No,” the girl whimpered.

“No,” the man said with just a bit of steel in his voice even as he shoved his cock between her cheeks. “No, that’s all you can say to me. That’s all you can say to me your friend. That’s all you can say to me, the one who helped you out when all your so-called friends deserted you? No? That’s all you can say?”

The girl sniffed and then she whimpered. “No,” she said. “I mean, no, I can say more, Mr. Gray. I’ll be good now, I promise.”

The man gave the girl’s hair another stiff pull. It wasn’t a harsh one. Heck, it wasn’t even all that necessary. He just felt like doing it. He stroked his cock again. “That’s right,” the man told her. “I know you. I know you and I own you. I own you now. You’re going to be my good, little slut now, aren’t you.”

The girl sniffed again. “Yes, Mr. Gray,” she said. “You can count on me. I’ll be your good, little slut.”

“That’s right. That’s a good, little girl. You’re going to be my little spy on the inside, aren’t you honey? You’re going to be telling me everything that your nasty, little friends are up to, aren’t you?”

Blossom sniffed again. She knew she’d sold out but she didn’t care. Now that Mr. Gray had explained it to her, it all made perfect sense to her. Her friends had sold her out. He really was the only one she could trust.

The man knew that one time wasn’t enough to keep the girl in line but he had and answer for that. “You’re going to keep coming back here, aren’t you? You’re going to keep coming back here and offering up your ass to me, aren’t you. You’re going to keep coming back here and offering up your ass to me because I’m the only one who cares about you and every time I cum in your ass, it proves just how much I care.”

“Yes, Mr. Gray. You’re right, of course. You’re the only one who cares about me.”

“Okay, you can go now, but be a good girl and tell me what you want me to do. Tell me. Go on, do it. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to fuck my ass.”

“That’s a good girl.”

THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE