Saturday, July 31, 2004

Teen Clit Sex story

THE BEDPOST

by Michael K. Smith



As the slender, naked girl flung her arms about his neck and ground her
pelvis against his, the big man leaned her back against the lathe-turned
wooden spindle rising from the front corner of the bed. He nipped her
lightly where her throat curved into her shoulder and she gasped and
squirmed, and freed one hand long enough to urge his thick, stiffening cock
between her youthful thighs. She was only partly successful because of
their difference in height, but she managed to rub the shaft of his organ
against the opening of her cunt.

He took a deep breath, squeezed the globes of her smooth, athletic ass
in his large hands, and raised her into the air. She squealed and then
moaned with mounting lust and lifted her legs around his waist. She
expected him to impale her on his engorged penis and she tensed, waiting
for him to enter her -- God, his cock was so huge! She'd never done it
like this before. But instead she continued to rise until her widespread
crotch was leaving damp marks on his breastbone.

He inhaled one of her small breasts and she felt the rigid nipple react
even more vigorously to the suction. She groaned again and without being
quite sure how she'd managed it, she found her knees draped over his wide
shoulders. She was bent double, kneecaps pressed against her collarbone,
and she felt incredibly sexy. She knew her pussy was gaping wide open now,
and she writhed a little, rubbing her parted labia against his chest.

His hands slid up to lock behind the small of her back. He squeezed and
smiled as the pressure forced her to exhale. Her bent elbows were trapped
within the circle of his muscular arms and she liked the helplessness she
now felt -- which was how she was sure he wanted her to feel. In fact, she
loved this whole feeling of vulnerability, and she shivered and prodded the
front of his throat with her tongue.

He leaned her backward again, only an inch or two, and she felt the tip
of the wooden bedpost spindle tickle the very base of her tailbone. She
fantasized that it was his cock, grown two feet longer and hard as the oak;
she shivered again, the moist backs of her thighs trembling against his
chest.

He knew exactly where the spindle's narrow tip was and he held her body
tightly immobile as he lowered her onto it, inch by fraction of an inch.
When she felt the polished surface slide against her clit as it slowly
invaded her vagina, she stopped squirming and froze. Please, God, he
didn't lose his grip on her body now!

The blunt wooden spike was less than two inches high; below it was a
flared section shaped like a small doughnut skewered on a stake. Then a
small gap, then another flared section -- a series of four in all. Below
that was a tall, fluted column that flared out at its base to join the
bed's footboard. The narrow upper section of the spindle never exceeded
two inches in diameter and she trembled uncontrollably as the first two
wooden bulges pushed into her cunt. She'd masturbated with bananas and
candles, but no object so long and thick had ever before penetrated her.

The erotic mental images produced by her doubled-up position against his
hard, muscular body, combined with the rigid foreign presence in her pussy,
and the knowledge that she had no control over any of it, were nearly
overwhelming. She felt completely helpless and extremely sexy and this man
was responsible for it. She was nervous but she sure didn't want him to
stop!

The tip of the spindle pushed firmly against her cervix and the upper
three bulges completely filled her. She pressed her forehead against her
knee and whimpered a little. But he seemed to know exactly how much of the
bedpost would fit inside her. Without even breathing hard, he lifted her
slowly until the tip of the spindle was again hovering just at the entrance
to her cunt. Then he lowered her again, more rapidly this time, and lifted
her again. He did this several more times and the friction of the dark,
varnished wood against her heated clit was remarkable. Now her whole body
was trembling and she knew her face was flushed with arousal. Her breath
came rapidly and she felt herself teetering on the brink of one of the
strangest orgasms of her young life.

That realization -- that she was about to be brought to climax by a
bedpost -- was enough to tip her over the edge. Her pelvis shuddered with
hot little spasms and she knew the man holding her so tightly was aware of
the sudden increased wetness from her splayed cunt oozing down his abdomen.
He chuckled deep in his throat and arched forward so the head of his
quivering penis prodded her sweating buttocks, the bedpost hovering just
below.

Now he'll fuck me himself, she thought, but he surprised her by
straightening and raising her vertically once more. Not the damn bedpost
again, she hoped. It had been exciting and kind of bent, and certainly
very different -- as was her continued posture, with her knees slung over
the man's shoulders and her slender calves bouncing against his upper back.
Her arms were still pinned by his but she had managed to work them around
to the front far enough to brace the palms of her hands against his upper
ribs. The other receptionists were never going to believe her next Monday
morning when she related her adventure to them in the ladies' room!

He lifted her higher than before and she wondered a bit nervously what
he had in mind this time. Maybe it would be something else just a bit
perverted, that she could relive in her memories when she masturbated in
bed. Maybe she'd really like it; there were so many sexual things she'd
heard about and hadn't yet tried. Her private questions were answered when
the blunt wooden spike, still shiny with her vaginal juices, pushed its way
through her unsuspecting sphincter.

She went rigid at the invasion -- she'd never even slid her finger up
her asshole, though she knew girls who said they had. There was no pain
yet; her ass was spread so wide by her posture, it would have been a
difficult target to miss. I've read about anal sex, she thought wildly.
He'll stop after an inch or two and lift me off again. He's just teasing
-- just playing. And he did lift her off again, but only to lower her with
more force.

With a liberal application of Crisco, the first doughnut-shaped section
of the spindle might have popped through the muscular brown ring of her
anus more easily. Or perhaps previous ass-fucking experience would have
taught her to relax. But she was young and slender, with a tight, virgin
ass, and the wooden bulge was just a little larger than she could
accommodate easily. When the rigid knot tried to force its way in, she
gasped in pain and began to whimper again and to struggle.

The man paused and squeezed her doubled-up body so tightly she feared
her spine or her thigh might snap. He hadn't spoken since he stripped them
both naked, but now he murmured in a hoarse, low voice, "If you don't hold
still and keep quiet, I might turn you the other way around and stick that
thing down your throat instead of up your ass." She began to feel real
fear.

Up she went again and she squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth
as she came down. This time, the hard bulge stretched her anus as wide as
it could go without tearing and the post popped into her moist rectum. The
momentary blaze of fiery pain in the vicinity of her asshole brought her to
tears and made her bite her tongue. He kept up the pressure, forcing her
downward so that a second and then a third wooden bulge entered her. She
was in an agony of pain and humiliation and was becoming increasingly
fearful of the outcome of this quasi-rape. Finally, he relaxed his hold on
her -- though not his confining grip -- and she felt the last thick bulge
force its way into her by her own weight.

She was impaled on eight inches of hard, rigid wood and she was afraid
to move for fear of puncturing something. The initial pain had subsided to
a throbbing ache and she suddenly realized there was nothing remaining of
the bedpost but two feet of vertical column. If he released her now...!

He shifted his grip so she could move her arms. "Better wrap your arms
around your knees," he muttered. "Tightly. And keep your legs pointed
straight up."

Frantically, she did as she was told and tried to put out of her mind
the presence of the wooden shaft thrust into her. She was still bent
double, but the man's grip slowly shifted upward, from the small of her
back to her thighs -- his big hands encircled them - to her upper calves.
She felt her body trying to unbend; only her convulsive clutching of her
own legs and the warning sideways pressure within her rectum kept her torso
stiffly vertical. Another moment and the only force holding her off the
bedpost was his hands raised above his own head, locked rock-steady around
her ankles.

She was weeping openly now and pleading with him not to drop her,
please, please, lift her up again, rescue her from her impalement, she
would never tell anyone, please! She couldn't make out his face through
her tears but she knew he was smiling in anticipation as she felt the
viselike grip of his fingers begin slowly to loosen.



END

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1998 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted
elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.
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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Teen Clit Sex story

School Education.

(Group sex / anal / watersports)

Amanda Marshall was 26 years old and had just qualified as a teacher.
She stood 5 foot 9 inches tall and had a slim figure measuring 34B-24-34.
Light brown hair cut short framed her oval face and high cheekbones. She
had waited weeks for a school placement and when the letter eventually
arrived, she was shocked to find that it was for Thornton High that had the
worst reputation for violence and delinquent behaviour in the state. It
was surrounded by a ghetto that even the local police were reluctant to
patrol and this was where most of the children came from. She had appealed
but was told that there were no other vacancies and that if she wanted to
work, it would have to be at Thornton High.

The first week was the worst. She had to endure catcalls as she walked
through the grounds and was shocked at the boys who grabbed their crotch as
she walked past and made the most obscene suggestions. She was also
startled to find that her nipples became hard and her shaved cunt juiced up
at some of the suggestions. She had had a pretty normal and varied sex
life but this was the first indication that she was turned on by dirty sex.


The classrooms were frightening to her at first. Most of the kids had
no intention of learning anything and were only there to stop the social
services harassing their parents, or in most cases, their parent. There
was also a disturbing undercurrent of violence in the school, and she
believed one older teacher who informed her that at least 80% of the kids
were armed.

She worked at the school for a couple of months before she really drew
the short straw. They were so short staffed that she was forced to take
the detention class. This consisted mainly of a bunch of social misfits
that were permanently in detention, together with the odd one or two who
were being punished for some misdemeanour.

Amanda walked into the classroom with her head up and decided to ignore
the wolf whistle that came from the back and the shout of "I can smell
cunt" that came from the side. She faced the class and counted nine heads.
School uniforms were certainly not in evidence unless it was leather
jackets, denims and short skirts. Some of the kids she knew by name and
some she didn't. The well built black boy in the corner at the back of the
room she knew by reputation only. Everyone in the school knew Wilson Ross
by reputation. He was one of the most violent pupils in the school and
there wasn't a day would go by that he wasn't involved in a fight of some
kind. He had put three teachers in hospital on three separate occasions
and been expelled after each assault. After a few months however, the
education authorities always made the school take him back. When Amanda
glanced at him, she could see that he was busy carving something into the
top of his desk with a wicked looking blade that was at least 8 inches
long. She gave a mental shrug and hoped that he concentrated on his carving
and didn't make any trouble.

"Alright," she said. "Settle down. We're all here unit 5:30 and I want
to go home as much as you do. I have no intention of trying to teach you
anything. I have a book to read, and if you'll sit quietly as well the
time will pass quickly."

It was a forlorn hope and as she settled down in the battered chair
behind the desk and picked up her book, a male voice asked, "What's the
book Miss. If its porn stories, read them out and we can all enjoy them."

She looked up and quickly identified Danny Corlleni. "No Danny its not
porn stories," she replied. "It happens to be a book called Little Women."

A smile danced across his face but before he could even open his mouth,
she continued, "And no Danny, it's not about female midgets fucking."

His mouth closed with a snap at her words and he gave her a genuine
smile of pleasure, nodded his head and said, "Respect."

She turned back to her book but was distracted by movement at one of the
front desks. She didn't know the name of the 15-year-old black boy that
was sitting back with his hands clasped behind his head, but she was more
interested in the blonde haired girl that was sitting beside him and whose
head was buried in his lap. Amanda got up from her chair and stood beside
the desk. The way the blonde's head was bobbing up and down left her in no
doubt what she was up to.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.

The blonde raised her head with thick strands of throat slime trailing
from her lips to the boys prick and she looked at Amanda as if she was
stupid and replied, "Giving head."

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and Amanda couldn't help
but stare at the boy's cock that was shining like ebony and stood over nine
inches long and about three inches thick.

"Well stop it at once," she heard herself say squeezing her thighs
together to try and stop her juice dripping into her panties.

"The fuck she will," the boy snarled and cupped a hand around the back
of the blondes head and pulled her face back down onto his shaft.

Before Amanda could reply, Cindy Carter, who was sitting two desks up
and across the aisle said, "Please miss. Can I go to the toilet?"

"No you cant," Amanda snapped turning towards her. Cindy shrugged her
shoulders, reached beneath her skirt to tug her panties to the side and a
powerful stream of her piss arced out of her cunt and splashed onto the
floor only inches away from Amanda's feet. She gave a yelp and jumped back
to avoid being splattered as the rest of the class cheered and clapped
Cindy's show. As the stream slowed to a trickle and then stopped, the
14-year-old slut wiped her cunt with her fingers and sucked them clean.
Robert and Andy were sitting across from Cindy and their cocks strained at
the material of their jeans as they watched her wanton display.

Amanda couldn't help herself as she groaned and she knew that she was
rapidly loosing control. The crotch of her panties were soaked with her
slime and her pulse rate increased as Cindy pushed two fingers into her
fuck hole and then pulled them out again. Cindy could see the slack
expression on Amanda's face and she knew that in the next few minutes, the
teacher would either run screaming from the classroom or be on her back
with her legs apart begging to be fucked. The teenager stood up slowly and
walked over to Amanda making squelching noises as she purposely walked
through the puddle of her piss. Amanda's heart was thumping in her chest
and her throat was dry as she watched the girl approach. The general noise
of the classroom faded from her hearing and the splashing of Cindy's feet
echoed around the room as she walked through her piss. She stopped in
front of the teacher and Amanda held her breath as Cindy raised her
stinking fingers up to the womans nose. The strong odour of cunt juice
mixed with the pungent smell of piss invaded her nostrils and she groaned
loudly as Cindy gently wiped her slime onto Amanda's lips causing her to
open her mouth and suck the fingers inside.

Louise Brown was sitting at the desk beside Amanda watching the
developing play between Amanda and Cindy. Seeing the teacher lick Cindy's
cunt juice from her fingers, Louise knelt down at Amanda's side and slowly
pushed her hand up her skirt. Amanda's thighs felt like they were on fire
and when Louise's fingers made contact with the light cotton fabric that
was covering Amanda's sex, she looked up into Cindy's face and said, "God,
she's wet. Her panties are fucking soaking."

Cindy grinned down at Louise and replied, "Finger fuck her."

Louise's experienced fingers wormed their way into the teacher's briefs
and sank palm deep into Amanda's saturated cunt.

The black boy had decided that he'd had enough of the blonde's mouth and
he pulled her head away from his crotch. She looked at him with a question
in her eyes and he explained, "I need cunt baby."

She smiled as she stood up and pulled her thong panties down. As she
bent down to lift them from the floor, the boys fingers reached out to the
soaking slit between her legs and she shivered as he pushed past her outer
lips and slid two fingers up her cunt.

"Oh god," she moaned looking over her shoulder. "Finger me Ali. Finger
fuck me hard." He laughed throatily and after flashing his fingers in and
out of her sex for a few minutes, he hooked his fingers inside her body and
slowly pulled her backwards. She automatically straddled his lap as she
shuffled back and Ali grabbed her panties from her hand as he removed his
fingers to let her lower her fuck hole onto his cock.

Amanda's eyes were riveted onto Ali's massive black prick as she spread
her legs further apart to give Louise better access and she orgasmed
suddenly as she watched the boy's shaft part the blonde's glistening cunt
lips and slide far up her hole. Louise pulled Amanda's panties down to her
knees and lapped eagerly at the thick cunt cream oozing out of her sex as
she pushed her hand under her own skirt to rub at her wet knickers.

Jan Harrison was the youngest pupil in the detention class. She was a
bright student who normally got on well with all the teachers, and this was
her first detention. She had got the blame for drawing a very unflattering
sketch of her old English teacher Miss Quillan, and had found herself
having to stay on after school. Jan was 14 years old, stood 5 foot 5
inches tall and very thin with a 32A - 21 - 31 figure. She had long brown
hair that was always tied back in a high ponytail and wore small oval
framed glasses for reading. She was still technically a virgin but had
learned to masturbate a couple of years ago and had soon ripped her hymen
apart. Since then she regularly prowled the house for anything vaguely
penis shaped to take into the privacy of her bedroom and pound into her
cunt. She had masturbated in every room in the house when her parents were
out, using the TV remote, cans of hair spray, bottles, vegetables and
anything else that would fit into her hole. She had used so many different
objects that she was always surprised that the house didn't smell like her
sex.

She had never actually seen a cock until today, and her hand disappeared
into the waistband of her jeans to seek out her dripping cunt as she
watched Ali fuck his blonde girlfriend.

"Oh god you're tight Susie," Ali groaned to the blonde bouncing her fuck
hole up and down his shaft, and his hands encircled her waist, pushed under
her tee shirt and cupped her braless tits. Susie's head snapped back as
Ali's fingers closed on her sensitive nipples and squeezed hard. She
whimpered as the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure radiated through
her body and she ground her throbbing clit over the surface of his cock.
Her scream of orgasm echoed around the classroom and she shouted, "I'm
cumming. Oh fuck I'm cumming."

Robert was watching Jan masturbate inside her denims and was momentarily
distracted when Susie screamed. Returning his gaze back to Jan, he was
astonished at the transformation when she snatched the glasses from her
face and pulled the hairband out of her hair. She shook her head at let
the hair cascade down her back as Robert stood up and walked over to her as
if hypnotised. She heard the zipper of his denims being pulled down and
looked towards him just as his 7-inch prick sprang free. Jan's heart
hammered in her chest as he stopped in front of her with the tip of his
cock only inches from her face. A thin strand of pre-cum was oozing from
Robert's piss hole and she shivered with lust as the smell of his prick
invaded her nostrils. She had seen pictures of girls giving head in her
brothers secret stash of magazines, but this would be her first taste of
cock. She had no clear idea what to do but it seemed obvious to her to
keep her teeth away from the sensitive flesh, and she sucked him into her
hot mouth and flicked her tongue over the shaft. Robert groaned softly as
her lips closed around his prick and he lightly held the back of her head.
As her tongue danced over the tip of his cock and teased his piss hole, his
groans became louder and faster, and Jan figured that she must be doing
something right. She pulled her hand out of her soaking panties and
gripped his cock as she sucked. The combination of the young girls hand
and her hot mouth were almost too much for Robert and when her felt his
spunk start to boil in his balls, he pulled out of her mouth and gasped,
"Fuck, you're too good at that baby. You're going to make me cum."

Jan had a satisfied smile on her face as she looked up into his face and
wiped the saliva away from her lips with the back of her hand. She stood
up and threw her arms around his neck thrilling at the way his prick
pressed into her stomach and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers
unfastened the waistband of her denims.

Cindy stood back and watched Louise slurp the cunt cream out of the
teacher's sex. She was conscious of Andy moving behind her and felt his
cock press into the back of her short skirt. Andy had taken off his denims
and was naked from the waist down as Cindy turned around and looked down at
his prick. She smiled at him as she slowly dropped to her knees and gently
jacked him off with her hand. Andy closed his eyes as he enjoyed the hand
action and then gasped as the hot flesh of her experienced mouth closed
around the tip.

Amanda's eyes were tightly closed as Louise worked on her and she didn't
see Wilson fold up his knife and put it into the back pocket of his denims.
He unzipped himself and drew out an ebony cock that must have been the
inspiration of all the black men jokes. The erect shaft was at least 11
inches long and still growing, and the thickness was over three inches in
diameter. His huge frame cast a shadow over Louise as she knelt between
Amanda's legs, and she looked up and gripped the monster cock.

"Hi Wilson," she said. "How would you like to fuck a teacher instead of
beating the shit out of them?"

The fingers of her hand only went half way round his shaft as she jacked
him off and he grinned at her suggestion. Amanda's eyes opened when she
heard Louise talking and she gasped at the sight of Wilson's prick. Her
rational mind screamed silently that she could never take anything that
size inside her, but her cunt and clit were begging to be stretched and her
lust won the battle.

Susie's thick cunt cream had formed a frothing ring round the root of
Ali's cock as it flashed in and out of her spasming hole. She was
recovering from her third climax and her face was covered in a thin film of
sweat as she slowly sank down on his shaft breathing heavily. "Fuck, I'm
wasted," she groaned.

Ali grinned as he lifted her fuck hole from his cock and let her
collapse over the desk with her ass high in the air. He cupped her ass
cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart. Her little puckered asshole was
fully exposed and glistening with the cunt juice that had flowed out of her
front hole as he pushed his face forward. His tongue was fully extended as
he licked Susie's creamy asshole causing her to shiver. She knocked his
hands away and replaced them with her own pulling her butt wide apart until
the skin was stretched tight. Ali stiffened his tongue and pushed it into
the slightly parted shit hole and licked inside. Susie pushed back and
relaxed her shitter as much as possible.

"Oh fuck that feels good," she said softly. "Make my asshole nice and
wet for your big cock."

He withdrew his tongue and replaced it with his index finger. Slowly
pushing it in all the way to his palm and then pulling it out again. As he
pushed in, Susie pushed backwards to drive his finger so far up her back
tube that he felt the end of her next shit. Ali added a second finger and
Susie groaned her pleasure as she was finger fucked. Her anal muscles
bulged around the boy's fingers as they stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck my shitter Ali," she gasped as she looked over her shoulder at
him. "I want to feel your cock up my asshole."

As Ali pulled his fingers out of her shitter, the hole remained slightly
open as he gripped his prick and raised the tip to press against her
asshole. Her back hole swallowed his shaft and she gave out a loud cry as
she was penetrated. Ali stopped pushing in for a few seconds and then
grinned as Susie turned her head to look at him and she growled. "Bury it.
Ram your cock up my asshole."

Her face was strained and her eyes were wide with lust as Ali began
pounding inside her shit tube. Her tee shirt was pushed up under her arms
and her pointy tits were swaying free as she squeezed and twisted her rock
hard nipples. "Oh god yes," she cried. "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Susie braced her hands on the desk as Ali held her hips tight and rammed
into her. Her tits wobbled with each thrust of his cock and her mouth
babbled "More. Harder. Faster. Fuck my ass." His cock was now fully
embedded in the young girl's asshole and his pubic bone was slapping
against her ass cheeks with every thrust. The words from her reddening
face were turning to shouts and becoming louder and louder. "Fuck me you
bastard.," she commanded. " Ream my shitter."

The fingers of one hand dropped between her legs and clawed frantically
at her throbbing clit. She started cumming almost at once, her shouts of,
"Aghhhh, Aghhhh," filling the room and causing Ali's balls to tighten as he
worked towards his own release. As her orgasm slowly subsided, her cries
turned to rasps of pleasure as Ali pounded faster and faster with the slaps
of his body against her butt almost drowning Susie's breathless cries.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped as the boiling hot spunk jetted up his
piss tube and exploded into her bowels, splattering the inside of her shit
tube with his thick white cream.. Susie was shouting and jerking wildly as
he blasted his seed into her body, and her busy fingers brought her to
another orgasm just as Ali's final spurt lanced into her. Susie's head
thumped onto the top of the desk as her legs gave way and she collapsed
exhausted. Only the desk prevented her falling to the floor and Ali
slipped his softening cock from ass and smiled with satisfaction when the
girl's back hole remained wide open and her could see into her red tunnel
and his thick spunk pooling deep inside her.

Amanda was now lying on the floor. The back of her head was resting in
the pool of Cindy's piss and she loved the dirty feeling in her body as her
hair became soaked in the stinking liquid that was also soaking into the
back of her blouse. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist and her panties
were wrapped around one of her ankles as she spread her legs apart and
Wilson knelt on the floor between her legs. Her outer lips were soaking
with a mixture of her cunt juice and Louise's saliva and he rubbed the head
of his cock into the swollen entrance of her sex to coat it with her slime.
The first inch or so slipped in easily and she bit her bottom lip as she
felt the first resistance. Wilson reached round to grip her ass cheeks
firmly with his big, powerful hands to prevent her sliding backwards and
slowly, very slowly pulled her onto his prick. Her cunt stretched apart
and as Louise bent down to watch the penetration, she could clearly see
Amanda's stomach begin to bulge outward as she was filled.

Danny Corlleni was standing beside Louise and he grabbed her by the hair
and pushed his stiff prick between her teeth. The familiar taste of hot
cock filled her mouth together with the more subtle taste of cunt. She
drew her head back to ask, "Who have you been fucking? You taste of cunt."

As he pulled her face back over his shaft he replied, "My sister. I
gave her one this morning before I left the house."

Jan's denim's were at her ankles and Roberts's fingers were inside her
panties and squelching in and out of her saturated cunt when she finally
broke their kiss.

"Please fuck me," she pleaded as she stepped out of her denims and
kicked off her soaking panties. She sat on the top of the desk and spread
her legs to give Robert the first look at her young virgin cunt. The pink
slit was puffed up on the outside and very slightly gaping open. A thin
trickle of cunt juice was running out of her slit as Robert nudged his
prick against her fuck hole. She looked into his eyes as, with a loud
squelch, he drove his entire length into her body. She screamed loudly at
the initial stab of pain and then groaned with pleasure as, for the first
time, her cunt was filled with a real, hot and throbbing cock. With his
balls resting on her ass, he remained still for a few moments and they both
savoured the feeling of being joined. With long slow strokes he began
screwing her. Every thrust produced a slurping noise as her cunt juice was
forced out of her stretched sex. Cindy was bent over the teacher's desk as
Andy stood behind her and fucked her doggy style. The surface of his cock
was shining with the girl's cunt cream and he watched her tight cunt lips
grip him as he pounded in and out.

Danny had had enough cock sucking and he pulled Louise to her feet and
moved her over to the desk. They watched Cindy getting fucked for a few
seconds and then he pushed her face down onto the desk beside her friend
and lifted the back of her skirt up to her waist. He crouched down as he
slowly peeled her panties down breathing in the heavy smell of her dripping
cunt. The light blue briefs were soaking wet at the gusset and he could
see the light brown streaks of her shit stain on the back. She lifted one
leg and then the other as he took them off and brought them to his nose.
Both Cindy and Louise looked over their shoulders to watch the boy sniff
the wet stain and as Cindy continued to watch, Louise put her head down on
the desk as his cock prodded the slick opening of her cunt before sinking
ball deep into her hole. The girls gripped each other's hands tightly as
the boys began fucking them and matching their thrusts.

Amanda had never imagined that such a massive shaft could be crammed
into her cunt. Stabbing pains shot through her sex as it was stretched but
they were immediately swamped by the immense waves of ecstasy that radiated
out from her clit.

"Oh god," she moaned as Wilson squeezed another two inches into her
body. She raised her head off the floor to look down at the penetration as
the stale piss dripped from her hair. His massive erection seemed to fill
the complete space between her legs and the swollen lips of her slit were
being pushed against her thighs. She had never seen her clit so long and
hard and, as her finger rasped over the throbbing surface, she instantly
shuddered in orgasm and screamed loudly while her hot cunt cream was
ejaculated out around Wilson's shaft and sprayed over his balls.

"Yea baby," he said in a gruff voice. "I love a white girl that
appreciates black cock."

Amanda couldn't reply for a few seconds until her climax subsided, and
when she did, it was to look down at the last three inches of his shaft
that was yet to enter her body and gasp, "All the way. Get your cock up
me."

His big hands tightened on her ass cheeks as he pulled her onto his
prick. As he pulled her, his hands opened her butt and eventually, his
black balls were resting on her shit hole. Amanda had bitten her bottom
lip so hard that she had drawn blood and she wiped the back of her hand
over her mouth and hissed, "Fuck me."

He quickly moved his hands up to place her ankles against his shoulders
and started screwing her. With each stroke, he drew back until only the
head of his prick remained inside her and pushed all the way forward raking
his glistening shaft over her throbbing clit. Amanda's hands ripped open
the front of her blouse and pushed the cups of her bra up to her neck as
her fingers sought out her solid nipples. She could feel the familiar
tingling build up again between her legs and she savagely pulled at her
teats and cried, "Fuck, I'm cumming again."

Cindy orgasmed a few seconds before Louise and they were both convulsing
on top of the desk as Andy turned to Danny and said, "Swap?"

Danny quickly nodded his agreement and before the girls knew what was
happening, they both had a different cock fucking them. Danny watched Andy
worm a finger into Louise's asshole and grinned as he did the same to
Cindy. Both girls snapped their heads up as their assholes were violated
and without breaking their rhythm, the boys pushed in a second finger.
Their fingers flashed in and out of the girls shit holes at the same speed
as their pricks were fucking on their dripping cunts.

"Swap again," Danny said, and both girls sighed together as their holes
were suddenly empty.

Andy stepped back between Cindy's legs and nudged his cock against her
still open back hole. She cried out and gasped, "Oh god, he's fucking my
asshole," just as Danny was about to stick his shaft into Louise's cunt.
He immediately changed his mind and pushed the head of his prick against
her shitter.

Louise was an asshole virgin and she screamed as Danny's cock drove up
her shit tube.

"Oh fuck it's too sore," she cried as the young boy started to bugger
her. "Please take it out and fuck me in the cunt."

He took no notice of her discomfort and grinned over at Andy as they
matched their thrusts. Gradually the burning and aching feeling in her
asshole was replaced with a much more pleasurable sensation, and her cries
turned into moans of enjoyment.

Robert was very close to cumming and he stopped thrusting as Jan looked
up at him.

"God, you're tight," he gasped. "You're making me cum too quickly."

She giggled and then squirmed forward on the desk when he said, "Let's
change position."

His cock came out of her body with a plop and he stood back and helped
her to her feet. His shaft was shining with a thick coat of her cunt juice
and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She had never tasted her
slime on a cock before and she opened her mouth and drew him inside. The
mixture of her cream and his pre cum was the most delicious thing she had
ever tasted and she shivered with lust and looked forward to tasting her
first mouthful of spunk. After licking his cock clean, she stood up, bent
over the desk and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Looking over her shoulder
at him, she said, "Please stick your cock back in me."

Robert shuffled forward and teased her a little by rubbing the head of
his prick up and down her cunt slit and she groaned in frustration and
pushed back at him. Finally, he pushed forward and slid all the way up her
hole. The soft tissue of her cunt walls was like a strong fist around his
length, and he knew that he would not be able to last long. He grasped her
hips and made his mind to bring her off before her spurted. His thrusts
were long and hard with his body slapping into her butt with every stroke.
His hand curled around to the front of her body to finger clit, but she had
already beaten him to it. As she rubbed at her hard little bud, he bent
forward and whispered in her ear, "Finger your cunt like a dirty little
whore. Finger yourself while I fill your cunt with spunk."

She loved his dirty talk and her fingers ground into her clit as the
intensity of the waves of ecstasy from her cunt increased. Her breaths
came in short gasps and her head thrashed from side to side as the orgasm
approached. She needed to cum so bad and she viciously twisted her
throbbing clit. The climax ripped through her young body forcing a ragged
scream from her throat and her whole body to shudder and convulse. Robert
smiled at the sight of her twisted and contorted body and he speeded up his
thrusts as her cunt walls spasmed over his prick. Jan's cum was just
beginning to slacken off when he groaned and she felt his hot spunk jet
into her hole. It was the first time that spunk had ever entered her body,
and the feeling was so delicious, and she was so aroused, that she
immediately orgasmed again and her head collapsed down on the desk.

Wilson was on his knees with Amanda's legs up over his muscular
shoulders. The teacher was in a multiple orgasm as the huge black cock
pounded in and out of her cunt. The back of her skirt was soaking from the
river of cunt juice that poured out of her hole to run down her ass crack
and onto the material. She squirmed continually on the floor and moaned
incoherently as she was fucked. Wilson was beginning to feel his own
climax build and he figured that he had given his white bitch enough
pleasure. It was time to fill her hot fuck hole with spunk. He gripped
her hips tightly and pulled her on and off his cock at the same time as his
hips bucked back and forth. His balls slapped against her butt with every
stroke and his long shaft rasped over her battered clit holding her in
constant arousal. He could feel his spunk begin to boil and the
perspiration was running from his forehead as he gritted his teeth in
concentration. His thrusts became faster and faster and Amanda's cries
became louder and louder. Suddenly, he gave a powerful lunge and drove his
cock hard against her cervix as the thick spunk raced up his piss hole and
sprayed into her womb. She cried out as she was filled with the hot slime
and thrashed about wildly on the floor.

Both Louise and Cindy were fingering their cunts furiously as they bent
over the desks and took the boys cocks up their shit holes. Danny and Andy
were racing to see who could cum first, and they were thrusting as fast as
they could, in and out of the girls back holes.

Louise looked over her shoulder and gasped in encouragement, "Come on
you bastard. Fill my asshole with your spunk."

Not to be outdone, Cindy turned her head to look at Andy and cried,
"Yea, fuck my dirty back hole. Fuck the shit out of me."

Danny eventually won the race, but not my much. He groaned, "Fuck, I'm
going to spurt," just a few seconds before Andy gasped, "I'm cumming."

Both girls orgasmed over their fingers at the same time as the boys were
pumping their shitters full of sperm and they shuddered and collapsed on
top of the desks.

Robert pulled his cock out of Jan's cunt after he had finished his cum
and he stood back and watched her hand snake down between her legs. She
held her hand flat and caught some of the slime that was dripping out of
her sex and brought it to her mouth. She slurped the goo into her mouth
and savoured her first mouthful of spunk. It was as delicious as she had
hoped it would be and she dropped her hand again, and this time slid two
fingers into her cunt and pulled out as much as she could. She sucked this
load into her mouth as well, and Robert left her with her fingers back up
her hole searching for more.

Wilson had pulled his prick out of Amanda's body, and, as her eyes
fluttered open, he held out his hand and pulled her to her feet. She
looked and smelt like a complete slut. Her hair and the back of her torn
blouse were soaked in piss, her skirt was bunched up around her waist and
her cunt hole was gaping open with spunk oozing out of it and running down
her leg. She grinned in pleasure and threw her arms around the black mans
neck and kissed him fiercely.

"Thanks baby," she said. "I needed that."

"Anytime," he replied with a grin.

Everyone was slowly recovering and were pulling on discarded clothing as
Jan came over to Amanda.

"Please miss," she said in a quiet voice. "Are you going to be in
charge of detention tomorrow?"

When Amanda nodded that she was, Jan smiled happily and said, "God, I am
going to be so fucking bad tomorrow."

o0o The End o0o

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Savant: By Deana Johns.
1997

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to your hearts content, but do not post, forward
or distribute a modified file.

Bottom line on this, is that if anybody makes
money off of this, then I expect a part of it. How
much is negotiable, but I retain final say. [My
lawyer used to be the corporate lawyer for one of
the major long term rock bands and he's been
real grumpy (read; hungry) since their lead singer
died. He even scares me! He has lots of experience
dealing with big time copywrite law. So if you
think yours is better, they can duke it out at
your expense if you lose. I'm not out to milk
anybody, but I will protect my intellectual
property rights.]


This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is
incomplete but already very long.

If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish
to look elsewhere. But I think the true
connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy
if they give it a chance.

This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be
reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient
warning, given that I am posting this to a
predominantly adult area to begin with.

() The reader should be forewared that there is a
particularly graphic rape scene in this story.
While not the predominat theme of the story, the
rape is described in graphic detail and is not
for the squemish.

I questioned myself long and hard about wether or
not to post this. I decided that I have presented
the rape in the context of NOT being a positive
thing. I am not encouraging anybody to indulge in
any of the behavior performed by characters in
this fictional work. If anything, I sincerly hope
that I have made clear my feelings about
nonconsensual relationships. I do not indulge in
them myself, I don't think anybody should.

Comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I
especially like to hear from women. Please reply
to: deanajohns at softcom dot net
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Savant
Part 1 of 18 (so far).


Chapter One


"I got shafted!" Denise Alvey thought, leaving the
principals office, face red with anger.

Denise wasn't a student. She was a teacher. A
science teacher, or so she had thought. Now she
was a P.E. teacher.

Denise had always wanted to be a science teacher.
Since she was in junior high school herself. She'd
had the most wonderful instructor, who had
awakened her mind and stirred her excitement over
the way the world worked. From that moment on she
wanted to be just like him.

She took extra science and math electives in high
school and then excelled in college in physics,
graduating Magna Cum Lauda. Earning her teaching
credentials while she was at it.

Because of her credentials Winston School district
had jumped at hiring her. She was assigned to
Ballard Junior High School in the upper Winston
district. A nice area of town. The students would
be well literate and she would have a good chance
to influence young minds as she had dreamed about.

Surprise! At teacher orientation she had learned
that Ballard Junior High School already had two
science teachers and that she would be instructing
P.E. for the first year or two until one of the
old farts either died or retired. Thus her trip to
the principals office.

The principal, Ms.June Benito or Fishy Puss
to the students, when no teachers were around had
been understanding, and inflexible. Pointing out
the clause in her contract that they could assign
her to teach anything they wanted. Should she bail
out now, it would not look favorable at all on her
Resume for future positions. They had her by the
short hairs and were hanging on.

Denise had no choice but to teach P. E. and girls
health, which ran hand in hand with it.

Betty Hart was the other girls gym teacher. She
was a jock, and made no secret of it. She looked
like a jock, talked like a jock and acted like a
jock. It was rumored among the students that she
was Fishy Puss's girlfriend. But being a jock,
she was a good P. E. teacher. She met with Denise
before the school year started and filled her in
on the details of how to teach gym.

"It's simple. You run them around and work them
until they sweat real good and then turn them
loose with some sort of ball practice and make
them sweat some more. Then ten minutes before the
end of the class you send them to the showers."
Betty had told her.

"Doesn't sound real hard. Maybe it won't be so
bad." Denise said.

"You'll do fine. Here's a list of exercises that I
use most every year. Just mix them up a bit from
day to day. Oh, and make sure the girls shower.
Some have a tendency to try to save time by
skipping their shower to make it to their next
class. And make certain that they have clean
uniforms every Monday. Besides that. . . . . lets
see. Some of the girls try to skip gym if their
periods are heavy. You have to play that one by
ear. Some are just trying to get out of it. I'll
give you a break the first term and take both the
seventh grade classes and one eighth grad class.
That way all the students you get will know the
ropes before hand." Betty told her.

Little did Denise realize that this gave her both
the ninth grade classes, the most unruly of the
bunch.

School started, first day wasn't so bad, but very
confused. Same speech to all the girls:

"I am Miss Alvey . . . This is what you need for a
uniform . . . This is what I expect of you. . . .
This is what you will do . . . This is how I
will grade . . . This is what I won't tolerate . .
. Concerning your periods, I want a note from
either both your parents or guardians or a Doctor
for you to sit out. But if you're having a
particularly heavy day or bad cramps see me
before class. Now about personal hygiene . . ."
Denise droned as the day wore on.

In the meantime she began to learn her students
names and attitudes. She spotted the trouble
makers right away and learned their names and
attitudes the quickest. Followed by the brown
nosers.

The second day was different.

"This being the age of technology, in order for me
to more quickly learn your names, I've brought my
CamCorder. When you step up to get your towel
after class, state your name so I can mark it off.
I'll get a picture of each of your faces while I'm
at it." Denise told her classes.

She split the classes in two and selected captains
seemingly at random from each group to lead the
calisthenics. Actually, each captain she picked
was one of the trouble makers. If they were in
front, she could keep an eye on them.

The day went fairly well. She set her CamCorder
up in the towel cage and handed out towels after
each class. She hadn't thought about the fact that
the girls would be nude when they came to collect
their towels.

That night she tried to watch the video's to learn
her students names. She ended up freezing the
picture several times while she masturbated.

It had been in her junior year in college that she
had drawn Janice Dent as a roommate. Janice was a
slim, feisty Jewish girl. For a long time Denise
didn't notice how Janice watched her as she
undressed or dressed. When she finally noticed,
she was already friends with Janice and it was too
late to change quarters. Denise tolerated it.
Eventually she got curious about it. Two cold
cases of beer and a weekend before spring break
served as her initiation into woman to woman sex.

Until that time Denise was a virgin. She was
afterwards too, but she was hooked on orgasms.
Janice was a talented teacher and a demanding
lover. Outside their room they were just
roommates.

Janice was a year older than her. After the first
year she graduated and went away. There was a bit
more to the breakup, but Denise didn't Dwell on
it. Denise's next roommate was a frumpy bitch.
Denise dated guys occasionally and lost her
virginity to one who also went away afterwards,
which she didn't mind.

Not that Denise was unattractive. Beneath her
glasses and nerdish clothing she was gorgeous! She
stood five foot nine and had fair sized, firm
breasts, not quite Dcups. Her legs and abdomen
were firm. She was a natural strawberry blonde,
but didn't fit the clich´┐Ż's a bit. Her eyes were
green and about eight miles deep when used
properly for warfare in the battle of the sexes.
But she was a nerd; A woman physics major.

Denise watched the parade of nubile adolescent
nude bodies on her TV screen and rubbed herself to
orgasm about eight times. Those names she would
remember best.

Being a nerd she began to plot how she would
obtain more and better pictures of her students.

At school she was stoical. Wearing her own uniform
she walked around her classes watching them as
they exercised. After class she stationed herself
in the locker room to make certain every girl
showered. She never let herself watch one in
particular very closely. But they all registered
in her memory.

She shared an office with Betty Hart. The
coaches room. It had a one way piece of glass in
it that they could use to observe the locker room.
There was a long horizontal file that ran beneath
the sill of the one way window. That's where
Denise set up her computer. Through a gap in the
back of it where an interface card would normally
sit looked a tiny color Television Camera. Mounted
inside the computer, it was unseen. A dark gap was
all that could be seen of it should anyone turn
her computer around for some reason. It's view was
right out through the one way window. Each day at
certain times a program would start up
automatically and grab frames and write them to
disk. Each evening Denise copied them to DAT tape
and wiped the already hidden disk files. She was
good at technology.

"This is gym. What the hell do you need a computer
for?" Betty had asked her.

"I keep my student records on it. Makes it easier
for me to do grades and keep track of each
student. Want to use it?" Denise had explained and
asked.

"Not me. I don't even know how to turn one of
those things on. I prefer the old paper method."
Betty had told her.

"Suit yourself. I just let it run all the time
cause it takes too long to boot it. It has power
management built into it, so it doesn't use too
much electricity." Denise told her.

"That's not something I worry about. The district
pays for that. I don't mind if you leave it on,
it's quiet enough. What's that blinking light?"
Betty asked.

"That means the disk is running. I have automatic
programs that will repack my disk whenever I'm not
doing anything on it. Makes it run faster when I
need it." Denise said, thinking she'd better add a
switch to disable the LED.

"Well, seems you know what you're doing with it.
As long as it doesn't disturb me, I don't care if
it runs all the time." Betty said.

"Good, I'll just switch off my monitor when I go
home each night then. The drives last longer if
you don't turn them off." Denise told her.

"How are your classes coming?" Betty asked her.

"Pretty good. I spotted the trouble makers like
you said and made them captains. I rotate them
once a week with the shy ones. The both parents
or a doctor trick on the excuse notes pretty much
eliminated the slackards. They learned pretty
quick about the cramps and heavy flow bit when I
sent them to the nurses office when they'd ask to
get out of class." Denise answered.

"Good. I'd think about letting up just a bit on
them. I've heard scuttlebutt around school that
you drive them pretty hard. Now that they are used
to this level of exercise if you let up just a bit
then they will love you for it and still get a
good workout every day." Betty said.

"Thanks. I'll do that." Denise replied.

Day by day Denise built up her student gallery
of shots. As there was a class after hers at the
end of the day, she set her machine to trigger on
movement in the locker room. The program would
grab a frame every few seconds and do an average
checksum on it. A significant change from frame to
frame would trigger the grab and store routines.
This is how she caught Betty and Fishy Puss in
action.

June Benito made her inspection tour of the
school, same as she did every night. The janitors
were just finishing up. It was early evening. She
let the last of the janitorial crew out and then
locked up the school. Making one final inspection
round of the large, old, two story school. Finding
the building empty she moved to make her date,
stripping off her blouse as she entered the girls
locker room. She locked the door behind her
anyway. She moved to the first row of benches and
lockers and stripped off the rest of her clothes.
The computer already doing grab and store's from
her presence. Her clothes all came off and then
she slipped into the large shower, which already
had one occupant; Betty Hart.

"I thought you'd never get here." Betty said,
pulling her into her arms and kissing her deeply.

"I wanted to make certain that we were really
alone." June replied, playing with Betty's breasts
and nipples.

"I hate all this sneaking around, but you started
it." Betty said, her hands upon June's large
breasts.

"Yes, I know. But if nobody ever connects us away
from school, then nobody will ever know we are
doing this." June chuckled, pulling Betty back
into a kiss.

They soaped each others bodies and then squirmed
together as they continued to kiss passionately.

The camera on the computer caught all this as the
view was just wide enough to include a segment of
the shower. In fact those types were some of
Denise's most prized shots, captured as the young
women soaped their bodies and rubbed themselves
all over. She also got a bunch of bent over shots
from that. Not that there weren't enough of those
from the locker room from the girls pulling shorts
and panties off and on.

After washing each other's hair and bringing each
other off at least twice, the pair moved out to
the locker room area, toweling each other off.
Once dry Betty spread their towels out on the
bench and then pushed June back onto them.

"This won't hurt a bit." Betty teased, moving over
her.

Her pelvis engaged June's and she began to pump
into her. Dragging her clitoris over the
principal's as she played with her breasts.

"You are really quite good at that, you should
have been a man." June moaned.

"I may as well be one, the size of my clit. But if
I was a man, you wouldn't want to fuck me." Betty
teased.

"You're right about that. And you do have a
big clit." June gasped, pumping back.

Now they were up close in front of the window.
June watched the reflection of Betty fucking her
as she became even more worked up than she was.

"You like watching me fuck you don't you?" Betty
asked, more statement than question.

"You know I do. So shut up and do it. . . . Hard!"
June gasped.

There were no more words spoken as they humped
themselves to several orgasms. Then June had Betty
lay on her back on the bench and moved over her in
the sixtynine position. The camera recording the
whole episode.

Afterwards the women showered off again They
talked a bit as they were dressing.

"So. . how's the new teacher working out?" June
asked, buttoning up her blouse.

"Not bad at all. Seems to work well with the
girls. She's a lot more organized than I am, with
that damn computer of hers." Betty answered,
pulling on a clean set of sweat pants, her normal
attire.

"Yeah, that's the ways of the world today;
Computers. Any indication she's hungry?" June
asked.

"Not a bit. I wish there were. She's pretty cute
when she takes those glasses off." Betty said,
pulling on her top.

"So I noticed. Well, one hot lover in the
neighborhood is quite adequate, but keep an eye on
her. We on for racket ball tomorrow after school?"
June asked.

"Wouldn't miss it. My place after?" Betty asked,
pulling her into her arms.

June nodded as they melted together to share a
final passionate kiss before the mirror. Then they
left, shutting down the lights.



Denise came in earlier than Betty, as she had a
ninth grade class first off in the morning. She
sat in her office drinking coffee as she prepared
her schedule for the day. Checking the computer
she found a substantial amount of her hard drive
used up.

"That's odd." she thought.

She was thinking that it may have been the
janitors, who scrubbed the locker room and
sanitized it several times a week. But the floor
was due to be done that night, not the previous
one. She almost wiped the files, but for some
reason decided to transfer them to DAT instead.
She stashed the tape in her bag as the early class
started to file in and strip off their clothes to
get into their gym attire.

Denise watched them a moment through the mirror.
Watching one in particular; Andrea Billings. A
very well endowed little brunette with
exceptionally pouty nipples and a bikini wax job
on her pubic hair. The little nymphet was just
plain sexy. She was nice enough to supply Denise
with a long clear look at her pussy as she bent to
remove her panties.

"Damn!" Denise thought, flushing with desire.

Andrea was cleanly shaved between her legs. Her
pussy lips hanging open as she bent.

Another girl passed by and Denise almost missed it
as she slid her hand across Andrea's ass as she
passed. Cindy Crowther.

Andrea half yelped and looked around real quick.
Cindy giggled at her.

"You know better than that." Andrea hissed
quietly.

"I just couldn't help myself. I enjoyed it so much
last night. I looked around before I did it.
Nobody saw it." Cindy whispered back to her,
stripping off her clothes.

"Miss Alvey might have seen it!" Andrea warned,
still hissing quietly.

"I don't think so. But I won't do it again. I
don't think she notices anything through those
glasses of hers. But I wouldn't mind doing the
same to her. She's got some bod!" Cindy chuckled
quietly.

"Don't get any ideas, you're mine!" Andrea said,
quietly, pulling on her shorts.

"Oh? And what if I don't want to be yours?" Cindy
asked, defiantly.

"So you want to cancel this weekend at the cabin?"
Andrea said, calling her bluff.

Cindy looked suddenly worried.

"No. . I was just teasing." she said, quietly,
finishing undressing.

From behind the mirror Denise noticed that Cindy
was also cleanly shaved between her legs. She
couldn't hear what the pair was saying, but could
easily figure out the context from their
expressions. There was no question who dominated
the relationship.

She was interrupted in her musing by a tap on her
door. She turned back to her desk and then yelled
for whoever it was to enter.

A plain looking brunette girl entered wearing her
street clothes with a bandage on her left hand.

"Hello Candice. What's up? Did you hurt yourself?"
Denise asked.

"Yeah, cut myself with a sharp kitchen knife last
night, Miss Alvey. I had to get a few stitches.
The doctor says I shouldn't get it wet or swing it
for a week. So I'll be out this week. Here's his
note for you." Candice said, handing over the
note.

"Okay, hope it wasn't too bad. Does it hurt?"
Denise asked, taking the note and glancing at it.

"Not too bad, just four stitches. Bled pretty bad.
It kind of throbs today." Candice said.

"Well, I'm sorry you cut yourself. But you can
help me this week with the team rosters for the
games. You don't have to dress or shower. If you
could tell the captains this week to get the class
started on calisthenics I'll be out in a bit."
Denise said.

"Okay, thanks, Miss Alvey. Who are the captains
this week?" Candice asked.

Denise turned to her computer and called up a
program. She couldn't help but glance past her
monitor as Cindy slipped on her sports bra and
then pulled on her top. Andrea was already gone.

"Looks like Tracy Waters and Andrea Billings." she
said, checking her schedule.

"Okay, thanks again, Miss Alvey. I'll tell them."
Candice said, leaving.

Denise sat looking out the window for a minute as
Cindy headed out into the gym. Wondering what to
do about her and Andrea. Not that she minded, but
she couldn't have them being indiscreet around the
other girls.

She got her whistle and clipboard and went off to
deal with the class.

Later, as the girls were headed out the door,
Denise called to Cindy.

"Yes, Miss Alvey?" she asked.

"Come see me after your last class." Denise told
her.

Cindy suddenly looked scared.

"What about, Miss Alvey?" she asked, tentatively.

"I want to go over your progress in the class.
We'll talk then." Denise said, turning to her next
schedule.

"Alright, Miss Alvey." Cindy said, a bit relieved.



The rest of the day passed without event. Denise
stayed over through Betty's last class.

"What's up?" Betty asked, as Denise usually left
earlier.

"I just want to catch up a bit on my paperwork,
and I have a student coming in for a conference."
Denise replied.

"A problem?" Betty asked.

"Nothing serious. Certainly nothing I can't
handle." Denise said, easily.

"Good. You can close up shop then. I've got a
racket ball date. I can leave right after this
class if you're going to stay." Betty said.

"Don't you get enough exercise running around
during the day here?" Denise chuckled.

"Nope. I like it anytime." Betty chuckled.

"Is he cute?" Denise asked.

"Not bad. He's in pretty good shape, but that's
the extent of my interest in him." Betty replied,
getting ready for her class.

"Well, have a good time, I'll close up." Denise
told her.

"You know, there are some cute guys at the club.
You could maybe meet somebody there yourself."
Betty said.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm holding out for a
physicist. And chasing these girls around all day
is most all the exercise I'm interested in. But
I'm not hurting for a love life." Denise said.

"Okay, I think your nuts, but each to their own."
Betty said, heading out.

"So true." Denise muttered to herself, thinking of
how it applied to Cindy and Andrea.

The last of the students were just filing out when
Cindy tapped on the door. Denise bid her enter.

"Close the door and sit down, Cindy." Denise said,
turning from her computer.

Cindy sat down, noticing how the computer sat and
out the window at where her locker was. She got
worried again.

"What's this about, Miss Alvey?" she asked, a
slight quiver in her voice.

Denise took off her glasses and cleaned them with
a tissue after looking at them in the light. She
looked up at Cindy with her uncovered green eyes.

"I've got a little problem. . . or rather you do.
. . . I'd rather it was your problem than mine."
Denise said, holding her gaze, levely.

"Problem?" Cindy asked, in her best innocent act,
but her voice strained.

Denise fought the urge to smirk. She set her
glasses on the desk and sort of rubbed her eyes a
bit.

"Yes, see I was working at my computer this
morning when you came in. I happened to look up
just as you passed Andrea. I saw what you did."
Denise said, seriously.

Cindy looked real scared.

"I don't know what you mean, Miss Alvey." she
said, shakily.

"Don't feed me that crap! I'm not as innocent and
dumb as you girls seem to think I am!" Denise
said, sharply.

Cindy looked shocked by Miss Alvey's sudden
harshness. Usually she seemed a pussycat. Cindy
found herself with tears in her eyes.

"No, Miss Alvey." she said, weeping a bit.

"Cindy, I don't know what you and Andrea's
relationship is. I don't want to know. Because
if I were to become aware of certain things, I
would have no alternative but to report them to
Ms. Benito and to your parents.

Now I don't want to have to do that. So I will
give you the benefit of the doubt and think that
you were just joking around. But you should keep
in mind that other students aren't near as
understanding. That if one of them witnessed
something like that then it could start some very
nasty rumors that could seriously affect both your
life and Andrea's.

Whatever you do or don't do in your private life
is your business and none of mine, unless you
make it my business by bringing it into the
school.

Now I have 240 girls whom it is my job to protect
from certain things that society frowns upon. I
take that trust seriously. If I were to become
aware of something that might affect that, then
I would be forced to do something about it. If I
am not aware of such things then I won't have
to act on them.

So I trust that in the future you will be more
discrete in your little jokes and not do or say
anything that might be misinterpreted when you
are in public and especially when you are here at
school. . . and that means anywhere here at
school. Now do I make myself perfectly clear to
you?" Denise asked.

Cindy had tears pouring down her cheeks, but she
was plainly baffled by Denise's approach. She knew
that she could be in real trouble, but she was
being offered an out with just a warning.

"Yes, Miss Alvey. I won't ever do it again." she
sobbed.

Denise handed her a couple of tissues.

"Good. Enough said then. . . unless I see or hear
anything at all that indicates you don't
understand me. You might pass that on to anybody
else it might apply to. Here, blow your nose and
stop crying. I'm not going to tell anybody a word
about it for now." she said.

Cindy took the tissues and thanked her. Wiping her
eyes and then blowing her nose. She choked back
her tears.

"Thank you, Miss Alvey. I promise I won't ever. ."
Cindy started.

"Yeah, yeah, now as to your progress in class."
Denise said, cutting her off, "You've been
cheating on your pushups and situps. I expect
you to do full motions on each from now on. You
are only cheating yourself. If you expect to get a
good grade out of this class you have to do all
the exercises properly. Okay?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss Alvey." Cindy said, now calmer.

Denise smiled at her.

"You're a good kid, Cindy. I think you will go
far. Just try to keep in mind that what you do now
can have a big effect upon your future. Okay? You
can go now." Denise said, dismissing her.

"Thank you, Miss Alvey. I'll keep that in mind. I
promise." Cindy said, retreating out the door.

Denise watched her go. Hoping that she understood.
She did not wish to get the girl in trouble for
something she herself was prone to. Had someone
else witnessed the event she would not have had a
choice to handle it like she had.

She sighed and started her DAT tape transfer for
the night and went to close down and check on the
gym.



Andrea was waiting for Cindy when she came out.

"So what did she say?" she asked.

Cindy was halfelated, halfscared and a little
bit confused that she had gotten off with a
warning. She looked at Andrea for a moment before
answering.

"She saw me rub your ass this morning." she
said.

"She saw you? Oh fuck!" Andrea moaned.

"She's not going to report me. She says that she
will assume it was just joking around unless she
ever sees or hears of anything like it again.

Fact is that she was pretty cool about it. While
she didn't say it outright, she made it pretty
clear she knew what was going on. I think we've
misjudged her. She's really pretty nice." Cindy
said, distracted.

"I don't understand. She knows and isn't going to
report it?" Andrea asked, clearly upset.

Cindy told her the whole conversation.

"Really?" Andrea said, thoughtfully, "It sounds
like she doesn't want to see or know about such
things. . . . but she's right. You fucked up, big
time. You were just lucky it was only her who saw
it."

"I know I fucked up. It won't happen again. And no
more meeting in empty classrooms to kiss, as much
as I like it. As much as we both do. But I don't
think she'd be so cool about it if we ever got
caught." Cindy said, still distracted.

Fact was that she was thinking about the loveliest
pair of green eyes she had ever seen.

"She was pretty cool about it at that. And she
didn't have to be." Andrea said, thoughtfully.

"I think that she wanted to be cool about it. . .
. I think. . . . . she liked it." Cindy said.

"Miss Alvey? Gay? I think you're nuts. She's as
cold as an ice cube." Andrea said, laughing.

"I don't think so. You didn't see her eyes. I
think she has to act that way. Think about what
it would do to her career if she didn't." Cindy
said.

"Maybe. But you and I will never get her. So we
still on for this weekend?" Andrea asked.

Cindy dropped her eyes a bit.

"Yes. You know I love making love with you." she
said, uncomfortable, but knowing she had to say it
or Andrea would tease her more.

"Yes, I know you do. I kind of like it myself.
That sweet little pussy of yours tastes pretty
good." Andrea said, baiting her further.

Cindy looked at her a moment as they walked along.

"You know I love feeling your tongue inside me.
You know I'll do anything you want me to. . . . as
long as you'll keep fucking me." she said, tears
returning to her eyes.

"I think you like fucking me too. I think I'll
let you lick my ass this weekend. I might even
wash it first." Andrea said.

"Why do you do this to me? You know I love you!"
Cindy cried.

"I just wanted to remind you that you are
mine. You seemed to have forgotten that this
morning." Andrea said, smugly.

"You know I'll do anything you want. I belong to
you. I admit it." Cindy said, tears dripping down
her cheeks.

"Then tomorrow you will make certain you point
your pussy at Miss Alvey's window when you dress
for gym. Pick your toenails or pick up a coin or
something, just make sure she gets a good look at
it. I will too. If she's not gay then she will be
by the time I'm through with her." Andrea said,
her eyes resolute.

Cindy looked at her, still crying. But nodded her
submission.



When Denise got home she shoved a TV dinner into
the microwave and then started her download of the
days files. To preserve space she had become
selective of the pictures she kept. She knew which
ones she would keep if she had caught them. To her
enjoyment she had. Both girls shaved pussy, and
Cindy's hand clearly sliding over Andrea's ass.
There were several shots she threw away, being
uninteresting repeat shots, or blurred or blocked
ones. She selected a group and moved them into her
staging directory. When she had enough, she burned
them onto a CDROM disk. The CD burner mechanism
had set her back half a thousand dollars on sale,
but she thought it was worth it. She used a
special encoding on the files. Nobody could view
them without the right password and decryption
routine. The routine was resident on her computer,
but not the password. Based upon the latest
encryption routines off the Internet, the codes
were virtually unbreakable without a very large
computer and lots of time.

Her dinner dinged at her and she set the other DAT
tape to transferring while she retrieved it.
Sitting down once again by her computer she peeled
the top off her dinner and reached out to call in
the first shot. She started to take a bite, but
the fork never reached her mouth. She set it down
and scrolled through the pictures one at a time,
quivering.

"I'll be god damned! Is the whole damn world gay?"
she muttered, seeing Ms. Benito's tongue clearly
licking between Betty's labia.

She moved the pictures all to a separate directory
and then put in a blank CDROM disk. She called in
the program and burned it with just those files.
The cost of the disk well worth it, she figured.
She ate her dinner while she burned the CD with
the encoded files.

Afterwards she stripped off her clothes and got
out a special multiheaded vibrator. The central
post wiggled and squirmed as a little nubbin
buzzed. Once inside her it would give her dual
stimulation as the nubbin rested on her clitoris
while the other part stroked and wiggled inside
her vagina.

She set a slide show running as she sat back down
before her computer. Adjusting the rate as she
applied the tool to herself. It looped through the
whole sequence from Betty's entering the shower to
Ms. Benito's entrance and finally their
performance on the bench right where Andrea and
Cindy had their little encounter. Ms. Benito
looking right into the lens almost as if she was
putting on a show as Betty fucked her.

Betty's clitoris was huge. Almost an inch long and
as fat as a "Sharpie" making pen. She used it like
a penis, driving it again and again into June's
smaller, but erect one.

Denise hadn't been particularly taken with June
Benito. She still wasn't, but suddenly she was
fascinated with Betty. She imagined her doing that
to her as the vibrator sank to home position and
did it's magic upon her. She climaxed again and
again, stronger each time.

Later she ran all the slides of the girls for the
day in a loop as she normally did each day. This
time she climaxed again each time Cindy and
Andrea's bare pussy's came by. Imagining her doing
to them what Betty had done to June.

She was languid with endorphins as she shut off
her computer and made her way again to her bed.
She continued to touch herself as she thought
about the girls bodies. A last orgasm put her
asleep for the night.



Cindy was having a hard time getting to sleep. She
found herself haunted by Denise's green eyes and
smile. She remembered how her gym trunks fit her
firm rear end. She imagined how it would be to
make love to the older woman. She wouldn't treat
her mean like Andrea did. She found herself
touching and playing with her body as the images
flicked through her brain. Sensing it was a way of
breaking Andrea's hold over her.

Cindy hadn't been into girls when she first met
Andrea in their seventh grade year. It never
occurred to her how Andrea looked at her, or how
their friendship had begun in gym. Andrea would
make suggestive remarks to her, but she had always
thought her to be kidding. They got to be good
enough friends that they continued to see each
other over the summer.

Andrea's parents had a cabin by a nearby lake. The
area was open year round, but in the summer the
lake was just warm enough to swim in. They would
swim and then lay out on the pier in their
bikini's.

Andrea's remarks became more suggestive and she
always seemed to find excuses to touch her.
Andrea's parents were pretty loose with her. She
was given free reign to do as she pleased during
the weekdays at the cabin. Her parents would
sometimes come up on the weekend. But the whole
week they had it all to themselves.

A raid of Andrea's fathers well stocked bar
supplied the proper formula for Andrea's attack.
She planed it and executed it perfectly. Cindy had
never experienced an orgasm before. By morning she
was in love with Andrea.

Andrea played her like a trout on a line. Teasing
her and holding back her affections just enough to
enslave Cindy to her desires. She'd make her
masturbate for her and stick things inside her
vagina and anus. She made her suck a soft dildo
down her throat and would spank her and make her
cry before kissing her and telling her that she
loved her.

Cindy didn't know if Andrea really loved her, or
just loved using her as a toy. It didn't really
matter, she was correct that she owned Cindy.
The remark about licking her ass was just a
reminder of when Cindy had gaggingly forced
herself to do that the first time. Each time
Andrea would get her so turned on that she would
do anything for relief. Andrea's seemingly
favorite thing was to force Cindy to lick her
during her period. Starting in the late summer she
had taken to making her wear a dog collar while
she d her to the edge again and again.

In point of fact, Andrea could have cared less
about Cindy. She was into a manipulative power
trip.

But this night Cindy's mind was upon an older
woman, with emerald green eyes. That's what was in
her mind when Cindy lifted her hips in orgasm and
muffled her cry into her pillow.



Andrea had no trouble sleeping. But her mind
lingered on a little surprise for Cindy she had
bought through the mail. Since she was the first
one home she always got the mail first. She'd
gotten the post office notice of her package and
had picked it up herself, storing the large
package in her backpack with her books.



Chapter Two

For the next week Denise watched as each day the
two girls exposed themselves to her each morning.
She showed no outward effect from it to the girls,
but it definitely had an affect upon her. She
simply enjoyed the morning show, then went on with
her day. She wasn't fooled as to who the
instigator of this little morning fleshflash was;
Andrea of course. Cindy was scared to death about
it. Had it not been for her position, she would
have gladly taken either of the young girls,
with a strong preference towards Cindy.

Denise did find herself watching Betty a bit more
though. She noticed how her gym trunks fit her.
She noticed the slight bump inside her trunks
whenever she was around certain girls or had been
working out hard. The size of her uniquely large
clitoris was the motivation behind a lot of the
clothing she wore. It would show prominently
through any tight fitting outfit. Even though she
noticed more, Denise dare not do anything about
it. She would put in her time and become a science
teacher. Should old FP go back on her promise of
two years, well. . . she had her ace in the hole.

As shady as her ethics were, she was not prone to
blackmail. She was prone to letting other people
live their lives however they wished to. But if
somebody crossed her, all bets were off.

Aside from what she had told Betty about exercise,
Denise could be found every Saturday jogging in
the park. It helped her work out some of the
stress she developed keeping a stoic face toward
the 240 girls she saw nude on a daily basis at
school. Come Friday she was quite looking forward
to her Saturday run.

That afternoon at school, she was doing her DAT
transfer when Betty came in to get ready for her
last class. She'd been teaching a health class, so
had on a loose pant suit. She nodded to Denise and
then stripped off her clothes and climbed into her
gym outfit. Denise kept turned to her computer,
but could see Betty's reflection in the glass.
Before Betty pulled her shorts on, the ridge of
her oversized clitoris could be seen prominently
through her panties. Denise felt herself flushing
with desire and turned to her computer again.

"What is that tape thing you do every day?" Betty
asked, coming over by her as she stripped off her
regular bra to pull on a sports type.

Her breasts were not large, but the nipples were.
At the moment they were fully erect. Denise turned
to her just as Betty walked up, and she found
herself face to face with those nipples. She
flushed a bit and looked up at Betty, who seemed
to notice her reaction.

"I backup all my files here onto my computer at
home every day. And keep copies of my files there
on here. That way if either machine dies, I don't
lose any data." Denise sort of stammered.

"Oh, good idea, I guess. I can see you wouldn't
want to lose your data, given all the poking you
do on that thing. Do they fail very often?" Betty
asked, slowly pulling on her sports bra.

"Not like they used to, but sometimes. If you lose
a bearing in the hard disk drive then you could
lose everything. That's why I like to leave it on
all the time. For some reason the bearings last
longer if they never stop." Denise explained,
keeping her eyes up toward Betty's face and hoping
her blush didn't show.

"You seem to sure know a lot about them. What's a
hard disk drive?" Betty asked, pulling her top on,
much to Denise's relief.

"It's for storing information. Think of it like a
filing cabinet. You have everything you work on
stored in it. Then when you wish to work on it,
you take a file out of the cabinet and put it on
your desk and open it. That's like RAM or random
access memory. These little disks that look like
music CD's, are like a reference library. Once you
write to them you can never alter the information
there, kind of like a printed book. Like this one
has an encyclopedia on it. I can read any of the
information from it, but I can't add to it or
change it. These tapes are called DAT's, or
digital audio tapes. Audio because that's what
they were first used for, but data is data. They
work great for computer files. These you can read
or write to as often as you like, but they aren't
as fast to access a particular file as a hard disk
is. Kind of like putting a needle in the groove of
the song you want to hear on old phonograph
records. You can go right to it. But on a cassette
tape you have to wait while all t

he tape gets wound from one spool to the other
until you come to the part where the song you are
seeking is located." Denise explained.

"God, you make it all sound so easy. You should be
teaching computer classes." Betty said.

"We don't have any. We should, but it's not in the
budget. I ought to be teaching science classes,
but until the old fogies die or retire you're
stuck with me here." Denise chuckled.

"That's not a bad thing for me. I quite like you.
We get along pretty good. I've shared this office
with a bunch of teachers where that wasn't the
case." Betty said.

"Thanks, I quite like you too. It's nothing
personal that I'd rather be teaching science."
Denise chuckled, turning back to her computer.

"Well, you've sold me on the value of computers.
You had your grades out in a day at the end of
last quarter. I had to work on mine for four. Do
you think you could teach me a complete computer
illiterate how to do that?" Betty asked, slipping
on her shoes.

"Sure, be glad to. What say we take an hour each
evening after school, unless you have other plans
then?" Denise offered.

"Sounds good, I can give up a few of my activities
after school to bring myself into the twentieth
century. How about starting Monday?" Betty asked,
finishing tying her last shoelace.

"Sure, sounds good." Denise said.

"Oh, would you be interested in teaching a
computer class to the girls if the funding for
computers was available?" Betty asked, as an
afterthought.

"Sure, I guess. I'd have to give up one of the gym
classes. That would probably get dumped on you."
Denise said.

"I wouldn't mind that so much. Especially if it
would be of benefit to the school, like I believe
a computer class would be. But you'd undoubtedly
end up with mostly male students. You kind of
lucked out your first year teaching. These girls
are a lot easier to handle than boys." Betty said.

"I expected most the classes that I taught to be
mostly males. That's just the way it is in
science. I don't know why either, cause I sure
like it, and I'm sure not male." Denise chuckled.

"No, you most definitely are not male." Betty
said, distractedly.

She grabbed her whistle and headed out the door.

"Gotta run. See you Monday. Have a good weekend."
she said, and was gone.

Denise looked after her, through the one way
glass. Watching the way she jogged. Betty's
comment about her had seemed odd. "Is she taking
an interest in me?" Denise wondered.

She continued to look out the window. Temporarily
distracted by the last of Betty's class dressing.
It was a seventh grade class. Not really an
attraction to Denise. They were just too young.
Still, curiosity made her watch. It was
educational to see how girls grow up. Some of them
didn't even have pubic hair yet. The tiny buds of
breasts just growing upon their chests. Their hips
just beginning to widen. Some looked like bean
poles; no tits, no hips. Straight lines down from
their arm pits down their legs. Others were more
advanced, with full breasts and dense patches of
pubic hair. Their hips broader and butts more
shapely. These were the ones that distracted
Denise. She saw enough of them in her ninth grade
classes to supply all the fantasies she desired.

She turned back to her computer, finished her
download and wiped the files she'd transferred.
Thinking she'd have to change things around a bit
if she was going to be teaching Betty. She called
up a graphical display of her disk and threw out
some files that were inappropriate. Then made some
changes to her program that would write any new
picture files to a hidden directory. Toggling the
attribute to a system hidden file. Her computer
was full multitasking. Her program could run in
the background totally unnoticed to Betty while
she taught her how to work spreadsheets and word
processors. Denise kind of chuckled to herself
about this. She could catch a buxom student
washing her tits in the shower while Betty was
looking right at the screen, totally unaware of
what the computer was doing.

Using a special view command, Denise watched as
the computer wrote another picture file into the
hidden directory. Satisfied with her work, she
cleared the screen and shut off the monitor for
the weekend. Taking her bag she made her way home.

On her way out, Andrea passed her in the hall and
smiled at her smirking. Denise smiled back
noncommitally, as if she was just another
student, which she was.

Once past the look on Andrea's face turned to one
of perplexity. Denise was not responding as Andrea
expected her to. Not at all as Andrea's ego told
her she should. Andrea took it as a further
challenge, eventually it would become an obsession
with her. For the moment she was frustrated.

She spotted Cindy and snagged her by the arm.
Ignoring her protests over having to get to class.
Andrea found an unused classroom and led Cindy
into it. Around the corner, out of sight of the
hall she pushed Cindy up against the wall and
kissed her hard, her hand reaching up under
Cindy's skirt and rubbing her pubic area.

Cindy knew better than to resist it when Andrea
got like this. But she was scared to death of them
getting caught. The fear added to her sexual
fever. Her hands moved to Andrea's ass and cupped
it, pulling her to her as Andrea vented her
frustration on her.

Suddenly Andrea broke off her attack and pulled
away.

"Just wanted to remind you how much you like it.
See you tonight." she said, leaving the room.

Cindy half slumped against the wall as she fought
to calm herself once more. She straightened her
hair and clothes and headed out the door. The bell
sounded, she was late.



Later that night, Cindy's mother dropped her off
at Andrea's for the weekend. It was a common
enough occurrence. Both parents were used to the
two girls spending the weekend together. Neither
seemed to have any idea of what went on when they
weren't around.

"You sure you girls want to spend the weekend all
alone in the cabin?" Andrea's father asked them,
driving them up.

"Yeah, we've got a lot to study. We kind of like
the silence up here. Besides, we've got everything
we need up here. If we get bored there is the TV
and VCR. We've got lots of movies we can watch.
Plus there are video games and such. It gets us
away from Bobby too." Andrea replied.

Bobby was her older brother. Andrea didn't seem to
like him too much. Her father knew it.

"Okay. After last report card, a little studying
certainly wouldn't hurt." her father chided.

Andrea promised to do better in school, like she
always did. . . and didn't. She viewed it like a
game she played with her father. He would tell her
to do better. She would promise to do so and then
continue just as before. His part as a parent was
satisfied by his chiding. Andrea's part as a
dependent by her promise. Then her father would go
off and get distracted in the process of making
more money for his wife and Andrea to spend. He
made a fair amount of it. They managed to spend
enough it wasn't quite enough for him to not be
distracted by the process. A workable
relationship. Andrea's mother saw to his other
needs. She knew a good thing when she saw it. She
kept him happy.

When they arrived at the cabin, Andrea's father
came in to check it out for them and turn the heat
up. Not that Andrea couldn't work a thermostat.
This was also one of his parenting games. The
protective father bit. Andrea acted grateful.

"Okay, everything's alright here. You've got food
in the kitchen. Eat what you want, but write it
down on the shopping list to bring back with you.
Here's twenty bucks. You can call for a Pizza from
that place down the road when you want. You've got
your cell phone if you need anything or if
something goes wrong. Keep in mind I get a printed
record of every number you call. I can feed them
into my city directory program and find out who
they are. I always do that on all the cell phones
so that we don't get cheated. I'll be back Sunday
night to pick you up." he said.

The mention of the Cell phone log was his way of
telling Andrea he would know if she called any
boys to come up. It was also a regular game.

"Okay, see you then. Give me a call first so we
can be all packed up." Andrea said.

"Sure. Stay away from the liquor cabinet. It's
locked. I have the only key. I can tell if you try
to get into it. Have a good weekend, see you." he
said. This was another of his games. He'd noticed
the shortages the summer before from when Andrea
had gotten Cindy drunk and seduced her. Her father
had installed a hefty hasp and lock. It was secure
enough.

Andrea nodded and hugged and kissed him. He nodded
to Cindy and left.

As soon as his car pulled away, Andrea turned to
Cindy. She kissed her hard.

"Take off your clothes." she said, pulling back.

"It's still cold in here." Cindy protested.

"I don't give a shit. The heaters on now, but
you'll be hot soon enough anyway." Andrea said,
sinisterly.

Cindy sighed and began to remove her clothes.
Andrea sat back on a sofa watching her every move,
grinning to herself.

Actually Cindy quite enjoyed this part. Andrea did
it to her almost every time. She enjoyed Andrea's
eyes watching her. She enjoyed it more when it was
warmer though. Finally she pushed her panties to
the floor and stood nude and shivering before her
friend.

"Play with your tits." Andrea commanded.

Cindy reached up and began squeezing her tits and
rubbing her nipples. Her face took on a flush and
her breathing became heavier as Andrea watched
her.

"Come here. Show me your pussy." Andrea said, a
little hoarsely.

Cindy moved over by her and lifted a leg up onto
the sofa. She spread her labia in front of
Andrea's face.

"Kind of a cute little pussy. Put your finger in
it and play with yourself." Andrea said, her face
a bit flushed.

Cindy closed her eyes as she worked a middle
finger into her vagina. She was still shivering,
but hardly noticed. She was getting really turned
on and Andrea knew it. Once her finger was seated,
she began to stroke herself. Her other hand
continuing to rub and squeeze her tits. Her thumb
teasing the nipples.

"Now suck your finger." Andrea said.

Without thought, Cindy pulled out her finger and
moved it to her mouth. She knew Andrea wouldn't
let her get used to it slowly. She stuck the
finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Gagging just
a bit for a moment as she tasted her own juices.

"Did you use that douche I told you to and wash
your ass?" Andrea asked.

Cindy nodded, still sucking on the finger.

"Show me. Show me your ass. Turn around and bend
over then spread your ass." Andrea said, hungrily.

Cindy was starting to get tears in her eyes again,
but she turned and bent over, her legs wide apart.
Using both hands she spread her ass cheeks and
exposed her anus to Andrea. She knew what would
come next, but she didn't care. She would do
anything for Andrea. She wasn't surprised when
she felt a chill breeze upon her anus as Andrea
leaned forward and blew on it. Cindy moaned
softly. Then a warm tongue moved between her
cheeks and circled her anus, touching it and
teasing it. Then the cool breeze again, colder
now. This alternated until Cindy thought she would
explode. Andrea reached between her legs and
pinched Cindy's clitoris. It hurt. . Cindy gasped
and whimpered in pain, but did not move away.

"Alright. You're clean enough. Lay on the floor
with your pussy pointing at me and make yourself
cum." Andrea commanded.

The floor was bare hardwood and cold. But Cindy
did as she was commanded. Her nipples hard erect
and painful from both the cold and her excitement.

She lay back with her knees open and feet flat on
the floor. She began to rub her clitoris
furiously. Pinching her nipples with her other
hand. Tears flowed from her eyes and down into her
ears. She whipped her head back and forth a bit as
she worked herself into a frenzy of lust.

"I can see your pussy, you bad little girl. I want
it wet before I lick it. Come on, move that cute
little ass that I own. Lift them hips of mine up
and point your cunt right at me. Make me want to
kiss it instead of hurting it." Andrea said, her
hands moving over her own body.

Cindy complied with everything she demanded.
Lifting her hips high as she continued to rub
herself. Keeping her hips up was not a problem at
the moment. She climaxed and her back arched up as
her hips thrust again and again into the air. A
moaning cry escaping her lungs. She collapsed back
to the floor, exhausted.

"Again. Do it again. Don't stop." Andrea demanded.

Cindy continued to rub herself, despite her
condition.

Andrea was now getting excited. She stood up and
pushed her panties to the floor. Moving over
Cindy's head. Cindy had a view up under her skirt
at her pussy.

"Like what you see?" Andrea teased.

"Yes. . ." Cindy gasped.

"Tell me what you see." Andrea said.

"You pussy! I see your pussy." Cindy gasped,
fighting off her second orgasm for the moment.

"And what else do you see?" Andrea teased.

"Your ass. I see your pretty ass." Cindy cried,
playing the game again as she had many times
before.

"And what would you like to do to it?" Andrea
asked, squeezing her breasts through her blouse.

"Lick it. I want to lick your ass." Cindy gasped,
her orgasm immanent.

"And what if I didn't wash it?" Andrea teased.

Cindy was gasping and wheezing. Her body quivered
like a pent up spring.

"I don't care. I'll want. . . . . to lick it
anyway." Cindy cried, her hips thrusting up again
as the convulsion took her body.

Her lungs emptied out in a moaning scream. Finally
she collapsed back to the cold floor.

"Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop." Andrea
said.

Cindy reluctantly continued her rubbing. Tears
flowed freely from her eyes. Her gaze locked to
Andrea's shaved pussy above her head. Cindy's
breath now a gasping wheeze.

"Well you're lucky. I think I remember washing it
this week sometime." Andrea said, squatting over
Cindy's head.

Cindy tried to lick upwards, but each time she
lifted her head Andrea would lift up away from
her, teasing her. Andrea kept her pussy right over
Cindy's eyes. Moving her hips from side to side.
She lifted her skirt to let more light shine on
it. She moved her fingers to spread her labia so
that Cindy was looking right up into her. Andrea
continued to tease her until she was close to
orgasm once more.

Finally Andrea lowered herself down onto Cindy's
face. Cindy licking upwards between her labia. She
got in several long swipes before Andrea seated
herself atop her head, driving Cindy's nose into
her pussy.

"There you go, baby. Lick away. You know you want
to." Andrea half moaned.

She dropped her skirt over Cindy's head and moved
to unbutton her blouse as Cindy tentatively licked
upwards with her tongue. Because of the position,
Andrea's anus was right over her mouth. She had no
choice of target. She was only hesitant because
Andrea didn't always clean it before making her
lick it. The past week she had been of a mood that
Cindy feared the worst. This time, to her surprise
and delight, it was not only clean, but flavored
with strawberry. Cindy swirled her tongue around
and probed the soft sensitive tissue of the
opening with the tip of it.

"That's it baby. Put your tongue right up my ass
like you like so much." Andrea moaned, playing
with her own breasts.

Cindy kept probing and licking. Working her tongue
in deeper, only finding more strawberry flavor.
Andrea must have worked it all the way in. It was
certainly more pleasant than her shit, which Cindy
had tasted before when Andrea was in a cruel mood
and didn't wash. Cindy continued until she was
literally fucking Andrea's ass with her tongue.
The feel of it tripped her over the edge again.
Her muffled cry coming from between Andrea's ass
cheeks. Her hips thrusting up off the cold floor
as her body convulsed again and again.

Andrea moaned and shuddered a bit herself. Cindy
felt her tongue gripped by Andrea's sphincter and
a few drops of discharge from her vagina ran up
Cindy's nose.

Andrea's body quivered as she rocked forward onto
her knees, off of Cindy's face. Both young women
gasping for breath. Andrea made her way to the
sofa and crawled onto it.

"Come here." Andrea commanded.

Cindy could hardly move, but crawled over to
Andrea.

"Sit on my lap." Andrea said.

Cindy moved in a dream as she dragged herself to
her feet. She moved onto Andrea's lap. First thing
Andrea did was to move her hand between Cindy's
legs as she kissed her hard on the mouth, forcing
her tongue into Cindy's mouth.

Cindy moaned in delight. She was in her lovers
arms again. The worst was over for the moment.
Andrea continued to play between her legs.
Stroking a finger and then two inside her. Cindy
knew where they would end up, she didn't care. She
was kissing her love.

Andrea continued to kiss her deeply for a long
time. All the while fingering her while she rubbed
her clitoris with her thumb. Cindy's passion grew
once more. Her hands moved to feel Andrea's large
breasts, just barely teasing the nipples. Finally
Andrea broke the kiss.

"There now, baby. See; I take care of you. You
know I love you. I just want to make you feel
good. . . . like you do. Can you feel my fingers
inside you? Don't they feel good?" Andrea asked.

Cindy moaned softly in response. Tears rolling
down her cheeks. Knowing what was to follow.

"Yes. They feel good. I like it. I can feel them
up inside my pussy." she recited from long
practice.

Andrea pulled the fingers out and moved them up
under Cindy's nose.

"See how good it smells. Taste it. Taste what my
tongue is going to taste. Just see how good you
taste." Andrea prompted.

Cindy sniffed at the fingers. In fact she didn't
mind her own aroma now. She had been forced to do
this many dozens of times. She licked out at the
fingers, tasting herself. Taking Andrea's hand and
holding it closer so she could suck upon each
finger. Completely removing all traces of her
juices. Then Andrea replaced the hand into it's
previous position and kissed her deeply. Sharing
her juices in the kiss.

"Mmm you taste good." Andrea said, completing the
deep kiss.

She stroked her fingertips up Cindy's back as she
again stroked her fingers inside her.

"Lay back baby. Just relax now. I'm going to make
you feel so good you'll know how much I love you."
Andrea said, kissing her once more as she leaned
her back onto the sofa.

Cindy lay back in submission. Actually enjoying
the feeling as Andrea gently traced her finger
tips over her breasts and abdomen. She could be so
soft and loving at times. Those were the moments
that made Cindy tolerate the rest; the perverted
side of Andrea.

Cindy's hips were still up on Andrea's lap. Andrea
lifted Cindy's leg closest to her up high and
draped it behind her neck. Looking down she had a
direct view of Cindy's pussy and anus. Her fingers
stroking twowide inside the young woman.

"Yes. . you know how lovely you are. . and how
much I love to touch you and make you feel good.
Don't you." Andrea said, softly, her fingers
teasing Cindy's nipples lightly.

Cindy moaned her affirmative as her breath was
heavy in her lungs. Her whole body tingled from
the endorphins now pumping into her brain from the
three massive orgasms she had already felt.

Andrea traced her fingers over the breasts one
last time and then they descended teasingly over
Cindy's abdomen to her pubic area. The ones
already in her pussy were withdrawn and the second
set moved in to delve into her womanhood. The
first set of fingers began to tease at Cindy's
backside. Smearing her juices around the anus and
gently probing into the orifice.

Cindy's breath caught in her throat. Her body was
close to orgasm once more. Depending on Andrea's
mood, the next moment could be either very painful
or incredibly wonderful.

Andrea observed the look of apprehension on
Cindy's face. She smiled to herself. She had the
girl in her power. It was time for kindness if she
was going to keep her there. She snaked a single
little finger carefully inwards into Cindy's anus.
At the same time she slid out from under the girl.
Pushing herself lower on the sofa she began to
kiss down the leg draped over her shoulder.

This was totally different than what Cindy had
been expecting. A departure from the two
alternatives that Andrea usually chose at that
point. Which was either driving several fingers
hard into her ass, or just rubbing the outside
while she stroked her to orgasm. Cindy's breath
stayed caught in her suspense. What was Andrea
doing? She seldom ever licked Cindy's pussy unless
Cindy first begged her to, several times. But now
she was on a collision course with that
destination. At the same time she was being gentle
with Cindy's backside. The confusion turned into
spice as Cindy's passion flared.

Andrea had a little finger inside her anus, two
fingers inside her pussy which sought out and
excited her Gspot and more fingers bracketing her
clitoris as her tongue descended onto it.

Cindy went wild. Her body began to thrash about as
her lungs emptied in a massive cry of orgasm.
Andrea was just getting started. She adroitly
followed Cindy's hip movements and once she
settled again quickly moved her back to the edge.
There she held her. . . . and held her. . . . and
held her. Each time pumping up the next orgasm a
little bit more.

Just when Cindy began to think that this was a new
form of cruelty, Andrea tripped her over the edge
with an all out attack upon all three points of
stimulation. Cindy felt like she'd been hit by a
bus as the massive convulsion took her body and
shook it like a rag doll. There was no more air
left in her lungs as her mouth lay open in a
silent scream. Suddenly all stimulation was gone.
and so was Cindy, passed out from an overdose of
pleasure.



Cindy finally came to feeling the soft stoke of
fingertips caressing her skin, she became aware
she was in a bed, being held to Andrea's arms as
she caressed her tenderly. Cindy opened her eyes
and lifted her gaze to meet Andrea's. Andrea bent
to softly kiss her. Cindy hugged her hard to her.

"Didn't I tell you I was going to make you feel
good?" Andrea giggled after the kiss.

"Yes. . . but I didn't believe you. Not like that.
You never did it like that before." Cindy half
gasped, half cried.

"I just wanted to show you how much I love you,
baby." Andrea softly crooned, kissing her once
more.

"How did I get in here?" Cindy asked, becoming
aware of something else.

"I carried you, love." Andrea replied.

"What's this? What are these?" Cindy asked in
panic, suddenly aware of the padded cuffs upon her
wrists and ankles. There was also a padded belt
around her hips. All were locked in place with
little but sturdy padlocks.

"Just a little surprise I bought for you. You
seemed to doubt earlier this week that you were my
slave. I just thought I would remind you of that
fact. For the rest of this weekend you will be my
love slave. You will do exactly what I tell you
to, when I tell you to do it. If you do not, then
you will not be permitted to eat or go to the
bathroom. If you do not make me very happy, then
Sunday night we part company forever." Andrea
teased.

Cindy tugged at the cuffs and found each had a
sturdy rope attached to it leading to each corner
of the heavy wood bed frame. She struggled a bit
as tears began to spring into her eyes.

"You know I love you and will do anything you wish
me to. You don't have to tie me up!" Cindy sobbed.

"Oh, but I have some other things in mind for you
this weekend. Things you may not like at first,
but will love by the time I am through with you. I
will own you body and soul. You will never again
doubt that." Andrea said, slipping out from behind
her.

"Let me go!" Cindy cried.

Andrea smiled at her and then moved to the foot of
the bed. There she took each of the four ropes one
at a time and pulled them tight and tied them off.
Cindy found herself held spread eagled on the bed,
held by four corners. Next Andrea moved to two
ropes strung from Cindy's waist belt and tightened
them. Cindy was powerless to move.

"Please let me go." Cindy cried.

"Just one more thing to do then I must go order
the pizza." Andrea said, moving onto the bed with
a roll of three inch duct tape in her hand.

"What are you going to do with that?" Cindy cried,
worried.

Andrea answered by moving her knees to either side
of Cindy's head and clamping her thighs down upon
it. She held the head with her knee's as she
ripped off a strip of the tape and then placed it
over Cindy's mouth.

"There, that should keep you from scaring the
pizza delivery boy. I'll take it off when he
leaves." Andrea said.

Cindy moaned loudly through her nose at her.

"If you're going to do that, dear, then I will
just have to tape a pillow over your face, and
that could be dangerous. You might suffocate. Now
we don't want that, do we?" And

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