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Die verbeulte Lampe Kapitel 13: Die Verzweiflung des Kriegers

 

 

Die verbeulte Lampe

Kapitel 13: Die Verzweiflung des Kriegers

Von mypenname3000

Übersetzt von Horem

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Magic, Oral Sex, Domination/Submission, School, Exhibitionism, BDSM

For a list of all the Battered Lamp Chapters click here, and for the Devil’s Pact click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com.



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Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader.

Donnerstag, 23. Januar – South Hill, WA

Die Erinnerung an Fatima, wie sie in ihrem Krankenhausbett lag, ging Kyle nicht aus dem Kopf, als er zum Sportunterricht ging. Also tröstete er sich mit Carla und Aaliyah hinter den Tribünen und begrub seine Trauer und seine Schuldgefühle in dem warmen nassen Fleisch seiner Frau und seiner Konkubine. Er genoss die Gefühle, die sich einstellten, wenn sich ihre glitschigen Muschis um seinen Schwanz schlossen. Wenn sich sein Orgasmus aufbaute, verschwand sein Schmerz und es ging ihm richtig gut.
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The Devil’s Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Schoolgirl

 

 

The Devil’s Pact Slave Chronicles

Chapter Three: Felicity, Horny, Little Schoolgirl

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2015


Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Mind Control, Spanking, Oral, School, Domination/submission, Teen female submission, Male Domination

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com, and you can contact my editor by email at dionysus40@prodigy.net.



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Note: Mary gave her father teenage Felicity to be his slave. Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013 – Felicity Rye – Tacoma, WA

Being a slave was a new experience for me, and I wasn’t exactly sure what was required of me. Yesterday, my former Mistress—the beautiful Mary who had taken my virginity that wonderful afternoon when Mark had brought my friend April and me home with him—had given me to her father, Mr. Sullivan, to be his slave. He was a gentle man, and a gentle lover, and last night had been a wonderful experience.
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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

 

 

The Battered Lamp

Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen hermaphrodite/Teen female, Magic, Oral Sex, Domination/Submission, School, Exhibitionism, BDSM

For a list of all the Battered Lamp Chapters click here, and for the Devil’s Pact click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com.



Click here for Chapter 12.



Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader.

Thursday, January 23rd – South Hill, WA

The memory of Fatima lying on the hospital bed wouldn’t leave Kyle’s mind when he reached Gym Class. So Kyle took comfort with Carla and Aaliyah behind the bleachers, burying his guilt and anger over everything that had happened in the warm, wet flesh of his wife and concubine, savoring the feel of their hot pussies wrapped around his cock. As his orgasm built, all the pain vanished and he was left with only bliss.
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The Devil’s Pact, Ghost of Paris Chapter 6: The Locker Room

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Six: The Locker Room

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Male/Teen females, Mind Control, Magic, First, Incest, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, School, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



Click here for Chapter 5.



Monday, September 16th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

I stood at the scene of my very first crime—the girls locker room at Boone High School. When I was nineteen, I worked as a janitor at this very educational establishment. Being a voyeuristic horndog, I quickly figured out where to drill a small hole to let me peep on the fine, young things changing and showering and carrying on.

It was the best month of my life. At least, before I made my Pact to become invisible at will, it was.

The three years I spent in prison when I got caught were the worst years of my life.

But that was the past. Soon nubile, sweet, innocent, beautiful teenage girls would be filling this locker room, stripping off their clothes, showering and soaping their youthful charms, and I would be standing in the middle of it. My pecker was as hard as a concrete slab, throbbing painfully. I resisted touching it, waiting for the true show to begin.

A bell rang, and the girls started filtering in, talking like a flock of songbirds, chirping all the meaningless stuff of their lives. “You’ll never guess…” and “Oh, my god…” and “That slut…” filled the room. I didn’t pay their words any mind. Shirts came off, exposing their bras: plain, white bras; frilly bras; cute bras, complete with little bows; racy bras that pushed up youthful tits. Some girls boldly took off their bras, not caring if their classmates could see their perky flesh before they put on their sports bras or tank top bras, while others were shy, hunching their shoulders to protect their modesty.

I was in heaven, staring at panty-clad asses as girls bent over to pull on gym shorts. My hands reached out, giving plump butts a squeeze, groping a pair of budding breasts, or feeling sleek thighs. Girls would shriek, looking around confused as they saw nothing.

“It’s the Ghost,” giggled a girl, finally realizing what was up as I gave her ass a squeeze.

“Ohh,” another girl said with excitement. “The cheerleaders are all sluts for the Ghost. I’ve seen them disappearin’ behind the bleachers.”

“I know a girl that boasts ’bout the Ghost visitin’ her bed at night. She says the Ghost makes her cum better than any boy at our school.”

“That’s nasty,” another girl giggled.

“Let’s get goin’, girls,” a man yelled from the entrance of the locker room. “Get your butts out of there, or I’ll have you runnin’ laps all period.”

“We gotta go, Ghost. Don’t wanna have Coach Windbag makin’ us run.”

And they were gone, the few minutes I had with them over, my cock still hard. I should’ve just started fucking one right away. I laid down on the bench, waiting for their gym class to be over. One girl had caught my eye—shy, with braces. I didn’t get a good luck at her titties as she hid in the corner. But they’re gonna have to shower when they get back, and I bet I could have bit of fun with Miss Braces.

My thoughts were full of the black-haired freshman smiling at me, her braces glinting silver on her teeth, making her seem even more innocent. I just want to feel her tight cooch envelop my pecker, and shoot my cum inside her. I bet she’s never even been fucked before.

“You still here, Ghost?” a girl asked.

“Course I am, sweetness,” I answered in my best ghost impression.

The sweaty girls were filing in, giggling and looking around. Miss Braces looked at the ground, quickly heading for her locker. Like before, she was shy, stripping faster than a flash of lightning; blink and you would’ve missed it. The she made a beeline straight to the showers, a towel clutched about her body, protecting her youthful charms like a doe with her faun.

I followed.

She threw her towel over the metal stall, turned on the water, and stepped in. I watched her nubile body as she soaped her pale skin. Her breasts were lovely, a little larger than a handful, topped with tiny, red nipples. Her ass faced me, wiggling, and I pounced like a hungry lion.

“What in the blue hell!” she shrieked as I pressed her up against the shower stall, my hands finding her tits as my cock rubbed on her body. “Oh, no, stop!”

“Just relax, sweetness,” I purred. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” I nuzzled her neck, kissing her soft flesh.

“Oohh, looks like Lizzy and the Ghost be gettin’ acquainted!” giggled some girl. “Wild, I can see the water running down the Ghost’s body.”

Lizzy’s hands were braced against the metal shower stall as my pecker searched for her opening. She had stopped resisting, my wish starting to take effect – part of my deal with the Devil was that any girl I molested would enjoy it – and she moaned as my cock rubbed on her sweet cooch. I found the tight, spongy opening, and pressed in.

“Oh, wow!” she moaned. “He’s inside me pressin’ against my cherry!”

“Pop her cherry!” someone clapped. “Break her in for the football team!”

I felt something blocking my cock. Lizzy was an actual virgin with an actual cherry. I had begun to think it was a legend. I drew back and shoved forward; the tissue resisted for a moment, then it gave way before my pecker.

I whooped loudly. “Popped me a cherry!” A clap went up from the assembled girls as I pounded Lizzy’s formerly virgin cooch.

“Oh, geez!” she groaned. “Oh, my gosh! His cock’s slidin’ in and out of me!”

“How’s it feel?” someone called out.

“Pretty great!” she answered.

Her juicy cooch felt more than pretty great, it was fan-fucking-tastic: tight, wet, warm, spongy. I pushed her against the shower wall, warm water spraying us. I reached around, and gave those tiny tits – little more than bee stings, but her nipples were hard as diamonds – a nice grope. She gasped as I pinched her nipples, and her cunt tightened about my cock.

“Fuck her hard!” someone yelled out. “And make her cum!”

“Lizzy, you slut! Drain the Ghost’s balls!”

“Pound the little whore’s snatch proper good, Ghost!”

“Make her howl! Lizzy’s so uptight, she needs a good cum to mellow her out!”

I sucked on her neck hard, wanting to leave a hickey. Lizzy moved her hips, panting softly at first, then growing louder as I thrust into her depths. Her voice rose an octave. Her head threw back, braces flashing silver in her wide-open mouth, and she absolutely howled with pleasure. Her tight cooch spasmed about my cock. Nothing felt better than a teen’s cunt cumming about your pecker!

My balls were tightening, my cum nearing. I gripped her slippery hips, and thrust a few more times. “Fan-fuckin’-tastic!” I howled as I spilled my balls inside her.

“Oh, shoot! I think he just came inside me!” Lizzy groaned. “Oh, wow! That feels so wild! Oh, gosh, oh, gosh!” She quivered, her cunt squeezing on my softening cock, her black hair tossing as her orgasm burned through her.

“You was a great fuck, sweetness,” I said, slapping her ass and grabbing her towel. I dried myself off, leaving her panting in the shower.

Lizzy was the last to leave, hastily dressing, her cheeks flushed. She paused as the next group of girls filed in, and said, “Thank you, Mr. Ghost. I…um…I had fun!”

I gave her sweet ass one final squeeze. “Me, too, sweetness. You better skedaddle before I have another go at your hot cooch.”

She giggled, and slipped out of the locker room.

I didn’t do much with the next group but fondle a few breasts, letting them know the Ghost was here. My pecker needed a recharge after Lizzy’s sweet cooch. Which was a shame, because there were some god-damn-gorgeous girls. By the time the second period was over, my pecker had almost recovered.

A pair of smoking-hot twins trooped in with third period. My heart stopped. My pecker rose to full mast. I had to have them. They were slim and graceful, faces full of freckles and large, exuberant smiles. Their hair was a deep auburn; one had hers plaited in a French braid, while the other twin’s hair was streaked with blonde highlights. Miss Braid lifted up her frilly top, exposing a pair of small breasts in a lacy bra.

“Oh, my god, did you see Dillon?” Miss Highlights sneered. “That haircut. Eww, what was he thinkin’?”

“Right?” her sister added incredulously, her bra sliding off. Her nipples were dark pink.

I reached out and gave one a pinch. She froze, nipple hardening as I rolled it between my fingers. A small shudder passed through her. She tossed a look over her shoulder, eyes trembling with fear and lust. I pinched harder, and a soft mew, almost like a cat, escaped her lips.

“I was thinkin’ of lettin’ Dillon ask me out,” Miss Highlights continued, unaware of her sister’s plight. “No way now.”

I pressed my hard pecker against Miss Braid’s tight jean shorts, nuzzled her neck, and whispered, “Why don’t you slide down them shorts and panties off your purtee ass, and let me fuck your tight cornhole.”

“Maybe I should start flirtin’ with Shane. Matti dumped him, and he’s lookin’ so sad.” Miss Highlights shuddered, eyes squeezed closed. “I could make him feel all kinda better!”

Miss Braid unsnapped her jean shorts, sighing and writhing her ass against me. I had both my hands wrapped around her tits, kneading the pliant flesh. Her twin kept prattling on about some dumb boy as she unbuttoned her own blouse. The shorts fell off Miss Braid’s hips, then she peeled her panties down. Her ass was smooth and pale and plump, and my pecker nestled between her cheeks.

“After I’m done kissin’ him, Shane’d forget all ’bout the hussy who broke his heart!” Miss Highlights had a smile on her lips as her bra came off; her tits looked identical to her twin’s.

I spat on my hand, wetting my pecker, then spread her cheeks. Miss Braid gasped as I shoved my pecker into her tight cornhole. She was velvety tight and deliciously hot. Her sister looked at her and frowned.

“What are you doin’, Marissa?” Miss Highlights asked, then she reddened, and hissed, “What did you do to your butthole? It’s spread open.”

“I’m gettin’ buggered by the ghost, Rhonda-May,” Marissa moaned. “Ain’t you been payin’ attention?”
“Saint Peter’s ghost!” gasped Rhonda-May, hands clasping over her tits.

“I ain’t no saint,” I growled. “But I am a ghost! And your sister’s lovin’ my attention!”

“Shit!” Marissa hissed. “Oh, my god! His cock! Oh, wow! I didn’t know anal could feel good!”

Rhonda-May leaned into her sister. “Really? You’re likin’ it?”

My hand snaked out, pushing Rhonda-May’s protective arms away, and groped her tit. She gasped, and tried to pull away, but I got a good grip on her nipple, yanking her back. My wish affected her, and she relaxed, cheeks flushing and hips wiggling as her cooch grew hot and bothered.

“You two are gonna be late for gym!” a mousy girl called out, not realizing what was going on.

“Tell the coach Marissa ain’t feelin’ good!” Rhonda-May panted. “I’m helpin’ her out.”

“Oh, shit!” Marissa cursed, her face burning red. “There’s definitely somethin’ goin’ on in my butt!”

“Eww, TMI, Marissa,” the girl answered. “But I’ll let Coach Breeze know.”

“Why don’t you get out of that skirt, sweetness,” I told Rhonda-May. “Let me see your cooch!”

Her skirt unzipped down the side. Her panties were plain, but her cooch was shaved bare, passion glistening on her lips. I slid my hand down and shoved a finger inside her. She was as hot as her sister’s ass, and I pumped my finger in and out a few times, really stirring the slut out, while she gasped and panted. Then I pulled my finger out and tasted it.

“Shit. You taste as delicious as cranberry dressin’!” I hooted. I gave Marissa’s ass a slap. “Why don’t you give your sister a taste.”

“Marissa!” Rhonda-May gasped as her sister’s finger shoved inside her. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry,” Marissa answered, digging her finger deep inside her sister’s cooch.

“Well…ummm…you shouldn’t,” panted her sister.

Marissa pulled out her finger, drenched in her sister’s creamy juices, and stared at it. Then she quickly, like if she took a moment longer to think about it she would have lost her nerve, shoved the pussy-coated digit into her mouth. “Umm, she does taste like cranberries!” she gasped, then she shoved her fingers back into her sister’s cooch.

Rhonda-May leaned against the locker, closing her eyes, and enjoyed her sister’s fingerfuck. Then Rhonda-May reached out, and stuck her hands between her twin’s thighs. Marissa’s ass tightened on my cock, and I could feel Rhonda-May’s fingers wiggling inside her her sister’s cunt. I fucked Marissa harder, my blood boiling as I watched two actual sisters touch each other. Hot damn, selling my soul was worth this!

“You two are a pair of dirty sluts!” I groaned. “I reckon you should kiss.”

“Yes!” Rhonda-May agreed, and mashed her lips against her twin’s.

It was like watching a woman kiss her reflection. Tongues darted inside each other’s lips, both moaning their delight. Marissa shuddered, and came like an engine roaring to life, bucking and clamping her ass hard around my pecker. I was going to cum. Who wouldn’t watching a pair of hot, teenage twins kissing and fingering each other?

So I pulled out of her ass. I wanted to experience both girls, and if I came, it’d be a while before I recovered. There were so many pretty, young things to fuck and my pecker just wasn’t up to the task. Maybe there’s a way in the Witch of Endor’s book to get more stamina.

“Marissa, lie down on the bench,” I ordered. “I want to watch Rhonda-May eat out your cooch, while I fuck her ass!”

Marissa didn’t hesitate to stretch out on the bench. Her sister stared at her spread thighs and the shaved pussy glistening between them. She licked her lips, then knelt on the bench, her ass sticking up in the air, and buried her face in her sister’s snatch.

“You taste like cranberries, too!” Rhonda-May giggled.

“Don’t stop lickin’ me!” her sister moaned. “Ohmygod! That felt hella amazin’!”

I spread Rhonda-May’s asscheeks, her asshole brown and wrinkled, and cornholed the girl. She gasped into her sister’s cooch, her ass bearing down hard on my pecker. I fucked her hard, and she came as quick as a firecracker, already primed by her sister’s fingering.

“Lick me!” purred Marissa. “Keep licking me! I love it! Oh, why did we never do this before? Seventeen years sharin’ a room… Think of all the fun we coulda had!”

“Well, we got the rest of our lives to have fun!” Rhonda-May giggled.

“Umm, so much fun!” Marissa pinched her stiff nipples. “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum! This is hella wicked!”

“Cum for me, sister!” Rhonda-May purred as she slipped two fingers inside her sister’s cooch. “Cum on my tongue!”

Marissa’s back arched; she screamed and sprayed her twin’s face with juices right as the mousey girl walked back in. Rhonda-May tensed as she heard the footsteps. I didn’t care. I just kept fucking her tight cornhole.

“Rhonda-May, Coach Breeze said to take Marissa to the nurse if she ain’t…” her voice trailed off as she saw Marissa cumming on her twin sister’s lips. The new girl turned beet red, then fled the locker room.

“Oh, shit!” gasped Rhonda-May. “She saw us! Holy shit!” Her ass spasmed on my pecker, as the little slut came a second time.

Her ass milked me, my balls tightening. I was ready to cum. I buried myself deep in the girl’s cornhole, and pumped my cum into her. I pulled out, and sat down on the bench, breathing heavily. The two girls bolted up, sweat plastering their bodies, faces full of fear.

“Oh, no! She’s getting the Coach!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Marissa cursed over and over like a record skipping, about to hyperventilate.

“Relax, sweetnesses,” I told them, rubbing their faces. “Here’s what you do.”

When Coach Windbag – the school’s nickname for the blowhard – stormed in, his face red as a baboon’s ass, he found the twins cuddled together, looking as sexy as fucking possible. The coach’s eyes widened, and a bulge formed in his gym shorts.

“What in tarnation are you two doin’!” he demanded. “What a pair of brazen, depraved hussies!”

“We just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you, coach,” purred Rhonda-May as she fondled Marissa’s pert tits.

“Come here, and let us shower you in gratitude for being such a great teacher.” Marissa spread her sister’s legs, and fingered her shaved cunt.

No man could resist two twin teens fondling each other. The coach stumbled forward, eyes drinking in the sight. The two girls did exactly what I told them to, and pulled his shorts down and shared his cock, licking it like a pair of cats at a saucer of milk.

It was like watching my own porno. One of them fake school ones. Only there was nothing fake about this. The twins sucked and licked, sharing his cock between them, while the coach closed his eyes and gripped their auburn hair. Their tongues and lips would meet, and the twin sisters would kiss each other around his cock.

That was too much for the coach, and he erupted across both of their faces. They looked so fucking trashy as jizz dripped off their freckled faces. Without prompting, Rhonda-May licked a line of spunk up her sister’s chin, then shared a sloppy, cum-filled kiss with her twin.

It got the two girls out of trouble, and my pecker ready for the fourth period girls.

The first girl to saunter in for fourth period was a cute, skinny, Mexican girl, her dark hair falling in loose curls about her bronze shoulders, and her ass writhing like a pair of cats fighting in a sack beneath her tight jeans. She unbuttoned those tight jeans, shimmied them slowly down her thighs, waving a plump ass clad by a skimpy, bikini-cut pair of panties in my face.

“¡Madre di dios!” she gasped as I pushed her across the bench, and yanked those panties down her bronze ass. “What’s goin’ on?”

“Just the Ghost, sweetness,” I purred, giving her ass a squeeze. “Just gonna fuck that purtee cooch of yours.”

Her cooch was pretty and tight, brown lips hiding pink flesh like a flower closed for the night. A light fuzz of black hair adorned her cunt, making my pecker ache more for her innocence. I spread her open, admiring the folds of her cunt, juices beading as her cooch got all hot and bothered beneath my touch. Her nectar began dripping out, leaking down her thighs; she was as wet as a flower after an afternoon shower.

“Ooh, Zena, you are in for a treat,” Kelly, one of the cheerleaders I fucked on a regular basis, cooed.

I rubbed the tip of my pecker across the lips of her cooch.

“Wait, no, not in my clam!” Zena protested. “If you have to fuck me, use my butt! Please! I’m a good Catholic girl! It’s not sex if it’s up the ass!”

“Or cheating?” Kelly asked, curious. “I heard you let Bobby Yates fuck your ass!”

“Right,” Zena nodded. “Because anal ain’t sex, just like a blowjob or a handie. Only my boyfriend can have my clam. Please, Mr. Ghost?”

“Well, I reckon you did ask all nice and such,” I told her, then shoved my pecker up her cooch anyways, savoring the tight velvet of her clam. “But your cooch looked so purtee, like a redhead at prom, and I just couldn’t resist, sweetness!”

“¡Cabrón!” she yelled as I pistoned her clam, wriggling her hips, which caused her bronze ass to jiggle. “Oh, fuck! Umm, harder! Your cock is devouring my clam!”

“Is it cheating if it’s a Ghost?” Kelly asked.

“I hope not,” Zena moaned. “Because his rope is churnin’ up a furnace inside me!”

Kelly’s breasts popped out of her bra as she kept changing into her gym clothes. They were perky and round, and oh-so-pale against the locks of her flaming hair. I reached out, fingering her hard nipple; Kelly smiled, slapping my hand away. “You just concentrate on Zena,” she admonished. “Maybe you’ll get to play with me durin’ cheerleadin’ practice this afternoon.”

“Lookin’ forward to it, sweetness.”

“Oh, fuck! I wish my boyfriend felt this great!” Zena purred. “I’m gonna cum!” She moaned, her delightful clam sucking on my cock as her climax rocked her. “Christ, I’ve never cum when Julio fucks me!”

“You should dump him,” Kelly said. “Or make him go down on you!”

“Ooh, that’d be nice,” Zena smiled.

“Or I could go down on you,” Kelly offered.

Zena looked startled at Kelly. “You’re gay?”

Kelly giggled. “No, I’m straight. But every girl on the squad’s tasted pussy. Even Ursula.” A conspiratorial smile formed on her lips and she bent down. “In fact, straitlaced Ursula’s taken quite a likin’ to Marybeth’s snatch.”

“Oh, God,” Zena moaned. “Maybe you could…y’know.”

“You bet,” Kelly answered, pulling her gym shorts up her legs. “Better hurry up or Zena’s goin’ to get yelled at by Coach Windbag.”

“I reckon if you give Zena a nice kiss, that’d speed me up, sweetness.”

Kelly rolled her beautiful, blue eyes. “You are such a perv, ghost.” Then she bent over and planted a kiss on Zena’s startled face, the girl’s cooch tightening nicely on my pecker. Kelly’s tongue wiggled pink into Zena’s lips, moaning like a little trollop. It was too much for my balls, and I exploded inside the Mexican girl, pasting her taco with my salsa.

“I guess that did the trick,” Kelly smiled, and sauntered out.

Poor Zena still had to run laps, but she had a smile on her face the whole time. I sat on the old bleachers, careful not to get any splinters, and watched her run. Her perky breasts bounced beneath her shirt; she didn’t have time to put on her sport’s bra, and her regular bra just let her tits flop about. I leaned back on the bleacher, closed my eyes, deciding to take a nap. Soon cheerleading practice would start, and I needed my strength to please one of those nubile girls beneath the bleachers.

I definitely needed to go the library tomorrow. I wanted more stamina.

To be continued…

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The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Tiffany Wants a Nooner

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Side-Story: Tiffany Wants a Nooner

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Female/Teen female, Oral Sex, Creampie, School, Rimming, Wedded Lust

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



Note: This takes during Chapter 34 , following Tiffany Sullivan.



Tuesday, September 24th, 2013

I was bored.

Ever since I gave my son-in-law my Gift, my life had been so busy, so full. After so many years I was happily reunited with my husband Sean, and our three beautiful daughters: Shannon, Mary, and Missy. I never thought I would get to have my family back; I always thought that the monster who enslaved me had destroyed any chances for true happiness.

Mary proved me wrong; I betrayed the forces of Heaven to have my family, my happiness, back. I have no regrets. Sean and I remarried, and I was pregnant with a child I could actually watch grow up. Of course, there were unexpected differences from all my daydreams of being reunited with my family. For one, I never thought I could make love to my daughters, let alone enjoy such deviant sex. Next to making love with my husband, being with my daughters was the best sex, and since I’ve conceived a child, I’ve also made love to Shannon’s fiance George, and Missy’s boyfriend Damien.

They weren’t Sean, but I enjoyed myself. I was curious to try out Mark; my Gift transformed him into a hunky Adonis. I loved my husband, but he looked his age, unlike me, and his waistline had lost the war against middle-age. I don’t know if I ever would get the chance to be with Mark. He may have forgiven me at Karen’s funeral two months ago, but I could tell he still resented me. I guess it will take time to heal the hurt I caused him. Maybe it never would heal; I know I can never forgive myself for the ten people that died that day in June.

Today, the house was empty. Usually there was someone around. I lived with my husband, of course, and my youngest daughter Missy. Missy’s boyfriend Damien also lived with us, along with their sex slaves: Dawn and Mrs. Corra. School had started back up and Missy, Damien, and Dawn were attending Washington High School, where Sean and Mrs. Corra taught English and Math respectively.

Normally, if there was no-one around the house, I would visit someone else in the neighborhood. Often Shannon was around, or Mark’s mother Sandy and her girlfriend Betty. Or even Mary. Today, however, no-one was around. Shannon was off in Chicago with her fiance and their sex-slave Sandra, Mary and Mark were off giving speeches to coordinate the gun-buyback happening this Saturday, and Sandy was out somewhere with her girlfriend. Even the sluts were all gone, off with Mark and Mary. The only one home was Sam, and she always made me nervous. Women shouldn’t have cocks. It was unnatural.

I had the house cleaned by 9 AM.

I was so bored.

And horny.

I’ve gotten used to getting laid, often, and I was missing it. And my pregnancy seemed to just ramp up my hormones to teenage levels. I rubbed my flat belly; I would be showing soon – I was only seven weeks pregnant – and for a moment my horniness was forgotten as I fantasized about watching my son or daughter actually grow up.

Then the lust came crashing back and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together. I needed to cum so bad! I thought about running a bath, pouring a glass of wine, and having a nice, leisurely masturbation. I even walked upstairs and stared at the bathtub. I just didn’t want to masturbate.

I wanted to get fucked.

By Sean.

Only one problem—he was at work. Then a thought occurred to me; I could go see him just like that one time many years ago. I smiled fondly, remembering when we were first married, before Shannon was born. I had the day off, and I surprised Sean at work during his lunch period. We had a nooner right there in his classroom. It was wildly exciting. You could hear the students outside the door, walking through the hallways as I was bent over his desk with my skirt hiked up and my panties bunched around my ankles, getting pounded by Sean. We both came so hard that afternoon.

We never had another nooner; it was just too risky. Sean was just starting out his career, and neither of us wanted him to lose his job. But now things were different. Mark and Mary had changed things. I glanced at my watch; if I left right now, I could make it in time for his lunch, and I could scratch the itch in my panties with a nice nooner with my hubby.

28 and 29 were my bodyguards for the day. Mary insisted that everyone have a guard just in case. Both were beautiful, young women, and I admired their slutty cop outfits that showed off their gorgeous, long legs and nearly exposed most of their tits. I didn’t feel like driving, so I just climbed into the passenger seat of 29’s squad car while 28 climbed into the back. 29 sped the entire way to Parkland, sirens blaring; there were some nice perks to having your very own police bodyguards. We got off the freeway at Steele Street, drove about a mile-and-a-half and reached Washington High School.

Students barely gave me any looks as I marched through the halls escorted by two sluttily-dressed cops. They must be used to seeing the bodyguards since a pair each escorted Sean, Missy, and Damien at school. Dawn and Mrs. Corra didn’t have guards yet; there just weren’t enough of them to protect the sex slaves. Sean’s classroom was on the first floor, and two bodyguards stood at attention, flanking the door.

“Sorry, ma’am, no-one’s allowed in,” 41 said as we approached.

I arched an eyebrow at the voluptuous woman. “I’m his wife.”

She flushed. “He said no-one is allowed in.”

“What, is he fucking a student?” I asked jokingly, then I saw their embarrassed expressions. “Seriously?”

“Uhh, yes, ma’am.”

“Out of the way,” I ordered. “Or do I need to talk to my daughter.”

41 hesitated, glancing at her partner, who shrugged. “Okay, ma’am.”

I pushed open the door, and I heard the slap of flesh and the giggly moan of a young woman. “Umm, I like it when you do that, Mr. Sullivan.”

“Well, Miss Jones, how about when I do this?” I wasn’t sure what Sean just did, but Miss Jones squealed in delight.

Walking in, I saw my husband behind a young teen bent over his desk, her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. She had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyes with long eyelashes. She was slamming her hips back into my husband, arching her back in pleasure. Both her top and bra were gone, her perky breasts bouncing with my husband’s hard thrusts.

“What are you doing with my husband!” I shouted with mock anger.

“Oh my god!” Miss Jones gasped, turning scarlet and covering her breasts. Pity, they were a pair of beautiful, perky tits topped with pale-pink nipples.

Sean froze like a deer in headlights. “Honey, I…”

“Don’t honey me!” I snapped with my hands on my hips. “Who are you balls deep in?”

“Umm, Emily Jones,” he answered sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” squeaked Emily.

I moved around the desk to the opposite side from the fucking couple, bent down and grasped her jaw, turning her face up so I could look into her pretty, brown eyes. “You can make it up to me by licking my pussy.”

“What?” she gasped.

I glanced at Sean. “Doesn’t she know English? Or is she just that bad at it that she needs to fuck you for a better grade?”

“No, she’s doing just fine,” Sean laughed, then slapped Emily’s ass. “You heard my wife,” Sean smiled. “You’ll love eating her pussy.”

“But…I…um…I’ve never…with a…um…woman.”

I stroked her cheek. “You’ll learn, Emily.”

I pulled off the t-shirt I wore, freeing my braless breasts, still perky with youth despite the fact that I was forty-four. There were definite advantages to being permanently eighteen! Sean’s eyes latched onto them as he slowly fucked Emily and a happy thrill tumbled through me. Off came my pants and panties, and I ran a finger through my blonde bush.

Emily blanched when I crawled on the desk, sweeping off papers and pens, and spread my legs in front of her. “I can’t,” she protested. “I’m not a dyke.”

I grabbed her bleached-blonde hair, pulling her face into my pussy. “There are consequences to fucking a married man! You think you can shake your tight ass and perky tits in my husband’s face and not have to pay?”

“Please!”

Her resistance was making this so much more exciting. I pulled her mouth right into my cunt and rubbed it on her face. “Lick!”

Sean’s eyes were glued to the sight of his student’s face buried in my snatch. “Go on, Miss Jones,” he urged as he fucked her pussy. “Eat my wife out! I would love to see that.”

Her tongue licked out, very hesitantly, and I shuddered in delight. “Umm, doesn’t that taste nice?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and then there was another delightful swipe of her tongue across my snatch.

“Don’t forget my clitoris.” I almost jumped off the desk when her tongue flicked across my clitoris. Sean gripped her hips and started pumping harder at her cunt, driving her eager mouth into my pussy. I grabbed my left breast, gave it a squeeze, then brought it up to my lips and just managed to give my nipple a lick.

“That’s hot, Tif!”

I smiled at my husband, then I gasped at the exciting things Miss Jones was doing to my pussy, purring, “Naughty minx. Umm, slide those fingers in and out of me. Ohh, jeez that’s wonderful!”

Her tongue flicked at my clitoris as she slipped two fingers up inside me. Emily was really getting into it. My hips were writhing, and I pulled the little trollop harder into my clitoris. Her lips sucked on it; my eyes nearly rolled back into my head as the agonizingly sweet pleasure surged through me.

“Yes, yes!” I purred, my orgasm nearing. I was so horny when I arrived, it wasn’t taking me long to cum. “Oh shoot! Umm, that feels great, Emily! Yes, yes! Oh jeez, I’m going to cum!” My orgasm crashed through me, a wonderful explosion of delight. “Oh darn it, that was amazing!”

My pussy was too sensitive and I pulled away from the teen, and walked around the desk. I pressed against my husband’s side and kissed him on the lips. “You’re an amazing wife, Tif,” he whispered as he kept fucking his student.

I slid my hand down and squeezed his ass. “You’re not too bad yourself, Sean.”

“Fuck me, Mr. Sullivan!” Emily gasped, her lips free to cry out in pleasure. “Fuck me! Oh, I’m about to explode! Your cock feels amazing! Fuck my naughty little cunt!” The student writhed on the desk, knocking off a thermos that bounced across the floor, spilling brown coffee across the white linoleum.

Sean groaned, “I love it when a teen cums on my cock!”

I slipped my hand into my husband’s ass and found his puckered asshole. I circled it, then slipped a finger inside his asshole, searching for his prostate. I felt his body go rigid when I found it, and he grunted through clenched teeth, and buried himself in Emily’s sheath. “Fill her pussy up with your cum,” I hissed in his ear, as I massaged his prostate. “I want to lick your spunk out of her!”

Sean gave two more hard thrust into Emily, then breathed heavily as he finished cumming in the little trollop. I pulled my fingers out of his ass as Sean pulled out of her cunt, and he turned and kissed me, his softening cock rubbing wetly on my belly. “I love you, Tif.”

I beamed at my husband and hugged him tightly. “I love you, too, you dirty, old teacher.”

“Um, should I go?” Emily asked. She looked embarrassed, suddenly trying to cover her breasts as she sat on the edge of the desk. I saw her pussy was messy with my husband’s cum, and she definitely was not a natural blonde, not with those dark curls matted with spunk.

“Nope.” I told her. “Lie down across the desk so I can eat your pussy out.” I could feel Sean’s cock hardening on my stomach, and I glanced at him. “You took one of Sam’s pills, didn’t you?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah.”

Sam – Mark and Mary’s Vizier – had invented a magical pill that could give a guy, or a hermaphrodite, unlimited stamina for a few hours. It was the first thing the horny Cambodian girl had invented. “You were planning on fucking Emily all lunch period, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, now you get to fuck me all lunch period,” I laughed.

“Sounds even better.”

“Good answer.”

I bent over the desk, spreading Emily’s thighs. I loved eating my husband’s cum out of another woman’s cunt. The fact that she was one of his students just made this more exciting; it was so wrong and wicked as I inhaled the aroma of her pussy: salty boy-cum mixed with tart girl-cum. Licking my lips, I bent my head down to get a taste.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Emily moaned. “Umm, I’ve never gotten a boy to go down on me.”

“You’re in for a treat,” I promised, then buried my face in her snatch.

I licked up all of Sean’s cum, enjoying the feel of her downy hair on my lips and cheeks. I spread open her flower, licking her dark, wrinkled inner lips. I played with them, sucking them into my lips and nibbling on them, moving slowly higher, slowly closer to her clitoris. I felt Sean’s hands on my ass, giving me a squeeze, before spreading my thighs open. I sucked Emily’s clitoris into my mouth as Sean drove his cock into my sopping cunt.

I moaned around Emily’s clitoris. It was fat; maybe the largest clitoris I had ever seen—almost an inch long, and very sensitive. She came hard when my lips touched it, and her juices mixed with Sean’s cum splattered my cheeks; her fist slammed against the desk as her body bucked in pleasure. I kept right on sucking, wrapping my arms around her hips to try and hold her still.

“Holy shit!” Emily gasped. “That was hot!”

I nursed at her clitoris as Sean pounded my cunt. His cock rubbed deliciously in my tight pussy, and I gave his dick a squeeze. Sean knew how to drive me wild with his cock, changing the angle of his thrust to rub against the most sensitive parts of my pussy. He was scratching that itch that had been driving me nuts all morning, and I purred like a happy kitten into Emily’s cunt.

“Mrs. Sullivan, your mouth is the best! Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum again! I didn’t know I could…oh fuck…cum again so quickly!”

Her second orgasm wasn’t as intense, and no juices flooded my lips, but she moaned prettily as she shuddered. I released her clitoris and stuck my tongue into her hole. I tasted more cum, licking eagerly as I searched for every last trace of Sean’s spunk. Emily gripped my hair, and pulled me deeper into her pussy, grinding on my face.

I pushed her legs up, and I slipped a finger down to find her puckered asshole. I circled it with my finger, teasing her, as I kissed my lips lower, nuzzling my face into her crack. “Don’t stop eating my snatch!” she begged, then gasped as my lips started rimming her asshole. “No, stop! That’s so dirty!”

I ignored her, pushing on the tight ring of her sphincter with my tongue. I felt it give way, then my tongue was inside her ass, tasting her sour flavor. I pushed my tongue in and out of her asshole, wiggling it about as Emily convulsed, her third orgasm crashing through her; I kept right on licking her tasty ass.

“Oh, Tif, this is too hot. I’m gonna cum!”

I squeezed my cunt on his cock, eager to feel him shooting inside me. Nothing felt better than to have your man flooding your pussy with his spunk. I pinched Emily’s clitoris, and kept using my tongue as a mini-cock in her ass. Sean was grunting over and over, his thrusts becoming frantic as his orgasm neared.

“I can’t take any more pleasure!” Emily screamed. “Please stop!”

I ignored her, and kept right on sucking her asshole, stroking her clitoris like a little cock. Sean’s dick was hitting all the right places inside me, and I felt a powerful orgasm explode inside my womb. My cunt clamped down hard on Sean’s shaft, milking him for his cum, while my lips sucked hard on Emily’s ass. The teen collapsed on the desk as her fourth orgasm shuddered softly through her.

“I love you, Tif!” Sean groaned as he spilled inside me.

It felt so wonderful! I loved feeling his cum inside me. Another orgasm rippled through me, gentle and loving. I was so happy; joy warmed me up. I made my husband cum and he made me cum. It’s what we were made to do.

Sean and I coddled on his chair, and I gave him a kiss, letting him taste Emily’s pussy and ass. Then we watched the teen’s breasts heave as she lay exhausted on the table. Sweat beaded off her firm body; a happy, tired smile on her lips. After a few minutes, she finally sat up and beamed at us. “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

She jumped off the desk, and bent down for her panties. “No, take mine,” I told her.

I slipped off my husband’s lap, and grabbed her red panties, pulling them up my hips. We were about the same size, and they fit me nicely. Emily was a little unsure as she pulled up my lacy, sky-blue panties. She wiggled, adjusting my panties, and a naughty glint appeared in her eyes. Once she was fully dressed, she shyly said good-bye and slipped out of the classroom.

I turned to my husband, his eye staring at Emily’s panties slowly growing damp as his cum leaked out of my pussy. “I’ll be wearing these all day,” I promised. “I know how much you love smelling my used panties. Think how great this pair will smell with both of our scents on it.”

Sean groaned, “I can’t wait to get home.”

I kissed my husband. On the drive back home, I promised myself to visit him at work more often. There was something special about having a nooner with the man you loved; the pretty teen just made it that much more special.

The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Miss Blythe is Hot for Her Students

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Side-Story: Miss Blythe is Hot for Her Students

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen female, Consensual, Watersports, Creampie, School, First

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Note: This takes during Chapter 34. Follows Lynette Blythe, teacher at Rogers High School from Mark Goes Back to School.



Wednesday, September 4th, 2013

“Hi, I am Miss Blythe,” I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. “I will be your World History teacher.”

It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn’t know he was a God then, and only later did my inexplicable actions – bending over my desk, and letting all the virgin male students in my class fuck me – make sense.

It was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me.

I was those boys’ first fuck. It made me so happy to help them lose their virginities, to see the excited smiles that filled their boyish faces afterwards—I felt proud, honored even. I made those boys into men, and they made me feel so womanly.

This morning, as I made my way to teach this class, I bumped into one of them: Kev Spellecacy. He was holding hands with Maya Spooner, and the smile he gave me sent my heart fluttering—and my cunt dripping. He stopped to introduce me to Maya, his girlfriend. “It’s all because of you, Miss Blythe,” he had explained. “That day, you gave me confidence. Well, take care, Miss Blythe.” His girlfriend gave him a questioning look as they walked off.

I was positively skipping when I headed to my class—I gave him confidence. I helped to bring him out of his shell. And it was so easy: all I had to do was let him fuck me. It got me thinking—wouldn’t the world be a better place if caring, older women – not that I was old at twenty-five; I was mature and experienced – guided these young men through their blossoming sexuality.

As I spoke to my first period class, I perched on the edge of my desk. I was dressed in a tight vest with a plunging neckline; my 34DD breasts strained against my top and threatened to pop off a button if I breathed in too deeply. My skirt was short, exposing my long, tanned legs that were clad with dark, thigh-high stockings; I could feel all the boys’, and a few of the girls’, hungry gazes upon me.

There was one boy in particular that caught my eye with his lustful stare. Patrick Algar. He was slouched in the back, his deep, blue eyes – covered by large, silver-rimmed glasses – were glued to my cleavage. His face was pimply, round, cute; he looked so young and innocent. When I leaned over slightly, his eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. My cunt let out a trickle of juices—I excited him.

He was all I could think about as I struggled to teach for the rest of the period. As my students filed out, I grabbed his arm. “I saw what you were doing in the back of the class,” I sternly told him. “Detention, after school. My classroom.”

He gaped and spluttered at me, “ But I didn’t…”

“Don’t lie to me, Patrick, I saw what you did. Now go.”

I watched his cute, little ass as he scurried out of my classroom, and pressed my thighs together to try and relieve that wonderful ache between them. Gods, I was sopping wet, and wanted nothing more than to play with my naked cunt. I didn’t wear panties anymore, that was against the tenets of the Living Church, and I was beginning to smell my spicy arousal and felt a trickle of passion running down my thigh.

I was a ball of frustration, panting after every cute boy in my classes and struggling to teach my lessons—probably poorly; I just couldn’t think straight. By the time my lunch period – the school had three of them – had finally come around, I had resorted to sticking a tampon inside my sopping pussy to try and control the flood of juices. I was about to settle in for a quiet fifty minutes in my classroom – maybe lock the door and finger myself to an orgasm or three – when Kev walked in.

“Miss Blythe,” he greeted, closing the door behind him.

“Um, what can I do for you, Kev?” I asked, forcing myself to sound friendly, and squashed a bit of irritation at the interruption. I needed to cum so bad.

“Well, Miss Blythe, I just can’t stop thinking about last June.” His cheeks were pink, and I noticed a growing bulge in his crotch.

Well, well, well, this was one way to scratch my itch. As I walked to my door to lock it, I asked, “What about your girlfriend?”

“Maya’s getting together with a few friends in the bathroom,” Kev answered. “Um, for some, eh, lesbian fun. She knows why I’m here.”

I frowned; students shouldn’t be having ‘lesbian fun’ on school property. Of course, I wasn’t supposed to fuck my students either. So I bent over my desk and wiggled my ass at him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Fuck yeah, Miss Blythe!”

“Don’t swear,” I admonished.

“Sorry,” he muttered. I heard a zipper rasp, then his hands were on my ass, pulling up my skirt. “Um, there’s a string.”

“It’s a tampon, just pull it out and fuck me!”

I could feel his hesitation. “Are you on the rag?”

“No!” I cried in frustration. I needed to feel his cock inside me. “Just fuck me! Now!”

I gasped as he yanked the tampon out, and I heard a soggy splat as he tossed it into the trash. His cock felt hard as he nudged my pussy, searching for my hole. I groaned; the tip of his dick rubbed about my slit, bumping my clit, before he slid back up and found my pussy canal.

“Yes,” I sighed in relief as he slid home inside me.

“Oh fuck! Your cunt feels as great as I remembered!”

“Don’t swear!” I again admonished even as his cock began to churn my insides.

“Sorry, Miss Blythe,” he groaned. “Your pussy feels great!”

His hips pistoned quickly and pleasure rippled through me from our friction. I had been fucked plenty of times over the summer, mostly at the Church of the Living Gods, but a teenage boy had a certain enthusiasm, a frantic need to spill his cum, that was quickly bringing me to an orgasm. My desk creaked as it slid an inch on the floor. Everything on my desk rattled from the force of his thrusts, and a pencil cup fell over with a clatter, sending its contents skittering wildly across the linoleum.

“Oh Miss Blythe!” Kev grunted. “Oh yes! Geez yes!”

“Harder!” I hissed. “Fuck me harder!”

My orgasm swept through me as Kev pounded my cunt. I gripped the edge of my desk, holding on for dear life as my legs felt like wet noodles. The slap of flesh echoed throughout my classroom, punctuated by grunts and moans from Kev. His strokes grew more and more frenzied.

“Oh f…darn, Miss Blythe!” Kev moaned. “Your pussy just feels more better with every thrust!”

“Just better, Kev!” I panted, unable to shut off my teaching instincts despite the pleasure flooding my brain. “Not ‘more better’!”

“What?” he demanded. “Oh shi…oot! Oh shoot!”

His balls were slapping against my clit, sending wicked vibrations through my body. I was so close to cumming a second time when Kev buried his cock all the way inside me and I felt his cum shooting into me. He thrust one last time – as if to savor the feel of my cunt – before he pulled out, leaving me empty, horny.

Dammit, I was so close to cumming!

“Thanks, Miss Blythe,” he said, zipping his jeans up. “I’ve been thinking of you all summer long.”

Gods, I still wasn’t satisfied; I was almost there. “Kev, which bathroom is your girlfriend at?” If some students were having ‘lesbian fun’ in a school bathroom, at the very least I should supervise them. All extra-curricular activities should have a teacher to monitor and advise the students—for their own safety.

“First floor by the science labs.” He hesitated. “You’re not going to get her in trouble?”

There was a gaggle of girls lounging in that bathroom, and they all looked guilty when I burst in. I didn’t see Maya Spooner, but I did hear a girl’s moans coming from the first stall. All three were occupied, and I heard more soft sighs and gasps. In fact I heard quite a lot of them; they were fooling around in all the stalls. The girls lounging in the restroom fled quickly, squeezing past me, trying not to look me in the eye, as I walked over to the first stall.

There was a trick to opening any of the stall doors from the outside, and I came prepared with a quarter, figuring if there was any hanky-panky going on it would be in a stall. I stuck the coin into the slot on the latch, twisted, and the door popped open. Melody Johnson, a pixie-faced girl with black hair and purple highlights, sat on the toilet while Maya Spooner was busy between her legs.

“Miss Blythe!” Melody gasped.

I smiled at her. I knew her from the Church. Melody liked to tell the story about the day of her sixteenth birthday when she met our Gods, Mark and Mary, in the South Hill Mall’s Old Navy store. Melody and her mom had been shopping when they were honored to be our Gods’ lovers. Maya tried to rise up, but Melody grabbed her short, black hair and held Maya’s mouth to her pussy.

“Keep licking, pee-slut!” purred Melody. “I’m almost there!”

“Pee-slut?” I asked.

“Mmm, Maya and a few other girls were taught the pleasures of watersports in this very bathroom by Him!”

I knew just whom ‘Him’ was—our God. Mark had blessed a lot of girls that day last June when he visited Rogers High School, and more than a few girls showed up pregnant at the start of this school year.

I watched as Melody shivered and came all over Maya’s hungry mouth. Smiling happily, Melody got up and squeezed past me, whispering, “Have fun!”

Maya looked a little uncertainly at me, her face sticky with Melody’s juices. “Relax,” I told her, sitting on the toilet; the seat warmed for me by Melody’s tight ass.

“Did Kev come and see you?” Maya asked.

“In fact he did cum by, and left you something inside me.”

Maya pushed my legs apart and saw my messy cunt. She licked her lips, and buried her head underneath my skirt, her mouth latching onto my pussy. And then she didn’t do anything—no licking, no sucking, not even any fingering. I was so fucking horny! What was she waiting for?

For me to pee, I realized after a minute, feeling a little stupid. She was a pee-slut after all.

Well, I did have to urinate. Feeling a little weird, I relaxed my bladder and flooded her mouth with piss. I heard Maya moan as she drank my piss down. Gods, there was something so intimate, so erotic, at having someone drink your pee—the way it sounded as your urine splashed into an eager mouth, the obscene sounds of swallowing, and the moans of delight issuing from your pee-slut’s hungry mouth. I strained, forcing out as much piss into her nasty mouth as I could and letting the pleasure of urinating tingle through me. The stream died down until only a few drops came out; I sighed sadly, it was over.

Or so I thought. Her tongue slid through my wet folds, bringing a gasp to my lips, as she searched for those drops of pee that always clung to your pussy afterwards. I gripped her black hair, and shuddered as I came on her face; peeing in her mouth had been so erotic; I was primed to go off at her first touch. She kept right on licking me, sucking all of her boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy. Gods, she was good. Her tongue was agile, exploring every inch of my cunt, as she searched for more of Kev’s spunk. Her fingers found my clit, massaging my little pearl and sending surges of electric pleasure through me.

“Gods yes!” I moaned.

This delicious slut was driving me wild. I gripped her black hair, fucking my cunt into her face, desperate for one more cum before the period ended and I had to go back to my teaching. Her tongue was buried into my hole, wiggling about as she pinched my clit. Another orgasm was building—a huge explosion about to be set off by this amazing girl, and her even more amazing tongue. My stomach contracted as the pleasure burst through me. I shoved her face so hard into my cunt I was afraid my hole was going to swallow the girl. I shuddered and bucked and moaned wordlessly, my passion echoing around the bathroom.

“You tasted great, Miss Blythe,” Maya smiled, standing up and brushing some dust off the front of her skirt.

I panted, “Wow, you are amazing!” I stood up, smoothing my skirt back down my hips. The bell tolled, ending the period. “You better get to class.”

She grinned and walked out, her face stained with pussy juices—the Living Church taught that a good girl shouldn’t feel ashamed to be covered in another person’s passion. As I walked back to class, I saw Addison Savidge kissing Suzette Mitchel between rows of lockers. Both girls attend the Living Church, although Suzette only joined the church a few weeks ago with her boyfriend Brian. He went to a different High School, which was a shame because he was quite cute and I’d love to fuck him—Gods, I was turning into one bad teacher, I thought with a giggle. I remembered that there was Church tonight; we met every Wednesday to honor the Miracle that revealed our Living Gods to the World, and I’m sure Brian would be there. I would have to pin him down, and give his cute body a try during the worship orgy tonight.

I told the Addison and Suzette off, sending them scurrying to class; kissing was fine, but they needed their education. My class was on the second floor, and I had to walk past the main office to get to the stairs. I bumped into Jerri Milojevic as she came out of the office. I nodded at the girl who had a smile filling her flushed face. I knew that she was having an affair with Principal Havener; I was pretty sure my God was responsible. The scuttlebutt was that Mark had sent Jerri into Havener’s office so the principal could have sloppy seconds after He finished fucking her.

I swayed my ass as I walked up the stairs, feeling all the boys’ eyes on my rear as it writhed beneath my skirt. Most of my class was already waiting for me. Just two more periods and the day would be over. There were a few cute boys in this class, and my cunt began to moisten, that itch returning, making the last two periods just drag on and on. Both were civics classes and today I just didn’t have the energy to teach it.

Besides, soon the world would change as my Gods were becoming more and more powerful, so it seemed a little silly teaching civics when a new order would be established. Things had to change; people should be free to love whom they want, regardless of sex or familial relationship—so long as they were willing and mature enough, what was the harm? The world would be a lot happier if people weren’t so repressed, bottling up their passions, allowing them to fester unhealthily. That could lead to all sorts of problems.

Finally, the last bell rang and my students were eager to escape and go home, or participate in whatever afterschool activities they were involved in. Ten minutes later, Patrick slinked in, looking resigned to his fate.

“I am really sorry, I just don’t know what I did,” he protested, pushing up his silver-rimmed glasses that slipped down the bridge of his nose.

“Sit.” I pointed to a chair I placed next to my desk. He quickly obeyed, and I perched on my desk and kept crossing my tanned legs right in front of his face. His eyes bounced between my tits straining at my blouse and the inviting shadow between my shifting legs while I let him stew, both of us growing hornier and hornier; a bulge formed in his pants.

“Why did you do it?” I asked.

“I honestly don’t know why I’m here, Miss Blythe.”

“Do you want me to tell you what you did?”

He nodded.

I spread my legs wide open and I saw his face flush as he saw my naked, shaved cunt. “You got me so hot and bothered today,” I purred. “My pussy’s been dripping all day long.”

“I…” he stammered. “I’m not…I…um…”

“I need you to fix this,” I told him. “I can’t think straight unless I get your hard cock inside me.”

He just stared in disbelief at me. I kicked off my shoe, and rubbed my stockinged foot on his crotch, feeling his hard cock throb. I grinned as he sat frozen, not sure what to do. He was so yummy.

“Miss Blythe, we shouldn’t…”

His voice trailed off as he saw me unbuttoning my blouse, revealing my large tits cupped in a lacy, black bra. He licked his lips, his eyes riveted to my straining bosom. The bra clasped in the front; my breasts spilled out when I popped the fastener. I kneaded my right boob, pinching a fat nipple, then lifted the nub up to my lips.

I loved sucking my own nipples, and I could feel Patrick’s cock twitch beneath my foot—he loved it too. I slid off the desk and straddled his lap, my breasts brushing his smooth cheeks. He had just the hint of stubble, more peach fuzz then proper whiskers really, and they tickled the inner slopes of my tits. I stroked his face, then bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.

He just sat there as I kissed him, stiff as a statue. I broke the kiss and stared down at him. “You have to move your lips. Maybe nibble on mine. And don’t be afraid to use your tongue,” I instructed.

He did better the second time. His lips moved awkwardly, and his tongue was hesitant as he brushed my lips. I showed him how with my tongue, exploring his mouth almost to his tonsils while I wiggled my ass on his lap. I could feel him relax, and his hands began moving on my body, sliding up my sides and back, but never down to my ass; he just lacked the nerve to grab me in a more intimate spot, I realized.

So I grabbed one hand and pushed it down to my ass, and then brought his other hand up to my heavy breast. He stiffened when he felt my naked tit. I kept kissing him, feeling the tension relax from his body as his hand started squeezing my flesh.

“See, it’s not so hard,” I encouraged. He squeezed harder and I winced. “Not so hard. Go slow, learn what her limits are. Don’t just maul her tit like that unless you know that’s what she likes.”

“Sorry.”

“Be gentle, but confident, and you’ll get into any girl’s panties.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

I captured his lips with a third kiss, and his hand softly squeezed me, sliding around the tit. I cooed into his mouth when his fingers found my nipple. He was gentle as he played with the hard nub, the pleasure tingling through my body right down to my hungry cunt.

“Umm, very good,” I purred, then I gasped as he sucked my nipple into his lips. “You’re learning quickly!”

“You’re a great teacher, Miss Blythe!”

Finally, that itch in my cunt needed to be scratched, so I slid off Patrick’s lap. I pulled him up, kissed him passionately, and maneuvered him to my desk. I pushed him down onto the wooden surface, my cup of pens and pencils clattering to the floor again. I crawled on top, my heavy breasts dragging across his shirt; the cotton felt deliciously rough on my nipples.

“Are we really?” he asked, his eyes wide behind his glasses.

“Yes,” I hissed, fumbling at his pants button.

I pulled his cock out. He was short, but thick. I stroked his cock a few times, squeezing out a drop of pre-cum that I swirled about the sensitive head. Patrick moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. I guided him to my eager cunt, and sat down; his cock erupted inside me.

“Oh wow!” Patrick moaned as he came. “You feel so hot!”

He stayed hard despite cumming—wasn’t youth wonderful? I started to ride his cock, sitting up and thrusting my breasts forward. As I fucked him, I ground my clit into his pubic bone as his hands rubbed up and down on my silky thighs. Gods, he felt amazing inside me. The thrill of fucking my student and taking his virginity sent me tumbling over the edge into my first orgasm.

“Yes!” I moaned, bouncing faster on his cock. “You fucking stud! You made me cum!”

“Really? I did that?” The awe in his voice was so cute.

“Gods yes! Your cock feels wonderful inside me!” I licked my lips. “Make me cum again, stud!”

I pumped my hips harder on him, driving his cock as deep into my cunt as it could go. His hands gripped my hips, sliding back to squeeze my plump ass. My breasts heaved up and down, and his blue eyes were rooted to them. I grabbed one breast and brought it to my lips and swirled my tongue around my fat nipple. Gods, I loved doing that.

“Miss Blythe! Your pussy! Oh jeez!”

“Are you about to cum?” I demanded, leaning over him, letting my nipples brush his shirt.

“Oh yes!”

“Good! Cum in me!” I screamed.

One of his hands gripped a swaying tit, fingering my nipple, as I ground my clit into his crotch, every brush sparking pleasure like flint striking steel. A few blasts of his cum shoot inside me, not as much as the first one, but enough that I could feel it; I shuddered in delight as a second orgasm surged through me. Panting, I collapsed on top of him.

He kissed me gently. “That was the best thing in the world, Miss Blythe.”

“It was,” I agreed, kissing him back. “You rocked my world, Patrick.”

His grin was full of self-satisfaction—full of confidence. “I did, didn’t I.” I was so proud of him—now he was a man.

I stood up, feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy as I tucked my tits back into my bra cups, reclasping it. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson, young man. If you do it again, it’ll be another detention.”

“Promise?” he eagerly asked.

A rich laugh escaped my lips. “I promise.”

The Devil’s Pact, Ghost of Paris Chapter 3: The Lionesses

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Three: The Lionesses

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Male/Teen females, Teen female/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Voyeurism, Male Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, School, First

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
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Monday, September 2nd, 2013 – Paris, Texas

Selling my soul was the single greatest decision of my life!

Being invisible was the greatest freedom in the world. And molesting the girls that I used to spy on was the marshmallow in the moon pie. I spent my Sunday the same way I spent my Saturday, cruising the Paris Commons and porking a few young things. I followed one home and spent the night in her bed; her parents had no idea just how much of a filthy whore their daughter was. Her name was Heather and I definitely had to revisit her bed.

I loved peeping on girls. I’ve been to prison twice for my hobby—once for drilling a hole into the girls’ locker room at Boone High and the other time for taking upskirt pics of girls at the mall. My absolutely favorite girls to peep on were the Lionesses, the Varsity Cheer Squad for Boone High School. Since the school’s mascot was a roaring lion, the cheerleaders started calling themselves the Lionesses. Since I got out of prison, I’ve watched them every time they’ve practiced. In the past I’ve been forced to keep my distance, but no longer.

I waited right on the sun-beaten, wooden bleachers for the girls. It was a warm day, and my pecker was rock-hard just thinking about those beautiful teens. They were all pretty, in their black-and-gold uniforms that showed off their gorgeous legs, and when they raised up their arms, their tops would ride up and show off a few inches of flat stomach.

While all of them were beautiful, I had five favorites: fiery redheaded Kelly, with her freckled cheeks; big-titted Ursula and her sky-blue eyes; shy and demure Brandy, doll-faced and tawny-haired; ebony-skinned Latonya, her hair gathered into a dozen or so short, beaded braids that clacked together whenever she moved her head; and tall, curvy Marybeth, with her pouty lips and smoky gazes.

The girls started arriving in ones and twos, giggling as they walked up, their pleated skirts swaying about their fine, toned thighs. There were about a dozen girls in the squad. Latonya’s the captain and she used her whistle to get their attention. I started walking amongst the girls as they started their stretching, admiring their bodies up close, trying to decide which girl deserved my attention first. They were between coaches, so Latonya was in charge of running things, and the Black girl shouted orders like a drill instructor.

I moved behind Ursula as she bent over, her skirt riding up and exposing her black spankies, the bloomer shorts cheerleaders wore over their underwear. The spandex of her spankies was tight across her ass and I could see the lines of her panties. I reached out and stroked the panty line on her right asscheek.

Ursula jumped and spun around, crimson spotting her cheeks. “What the heck, Marybeth?”

Marybeth – who was behind her and looking at Ursula through my invisible body – frowned. “What?”

“You touched my bum!”

Marybeth put her hands on her hips, shaking her head, her short, black hair, swaying about her shoulders. “I did no such thang!”

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon ladies, back to y’alls stretches. And Marybeth, don’t be such a dyke!”

“But I didn’t touch her ass!” Then she gave Ursula a considering stare. “Although, it is one mighty fine ass.”

Ursula glared daggers at Marybeth and moved away from the girl.

Chuckling, I goosed Marybeth’s pert ass and she shrieked, rubbing her butt. Latonya blew the whistle a second time and stalked over to Marybeth. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Someone pinched my ass,” the doll-faced girl complained.

Latonya rolled her eyes. “No-one pinched your assssaahhh!” I gave Latonya’s black booty a good squeeze and the captain whirled around and glared at Ursula. “Why did you grab me?”

“Excuse me?” Ursula asked, blinking in confusion.

Feeling bolder, I grabbed the bottom of Latonya’s top and pulled it up over her head. The girls all watched wide-eyed as I as twirled her top through the air, before I threw it to the ground. Latonya stared in disbelief at her blouse, her full breasts covered by a white sports bra that contrasted nicely with her ebony skin.

“It’s the Ghost!” Brandy gasped. “Mindy was tellin’ me ’bout it.” I smiled, remembering the fun I had with Mindy in the Banana Republic changing room on Saturday.

“Ghost?” Marybeth asked.

“Yeah, he haunts the Commons and molests any purtee girl he finds,” Kelly added. I grinned, pleased to hear about my growing legend.

Latonya still stared at her top in disbelief, so I unclasped her sports bra and ripped it off, freeing her chocolate breasts and bright pink nipples. Latonya gasped, and clasped her hand over her bare tits. She looked around wildly. In fact, all the girls were spinning about, holding on to their tops for dear life, and trying to spot me. God, this was such fun.

“We should skedaddle,” Brandy said fearfully.

The tawny-haired girl was backing slowly away from the group as Latonya shrieked. My lips engulfed her nipple, sucking hard, as I lifted the cheerleader off the ground and spun her about. All the Lionesses were backing away as their cheer captain was whirled about by the ‘ghost.’ Well, all of them except Marybeth. She was the boldest, and leapt at me. The girl’s sudden weight on my back threw me off-balance and the three of us went sprawling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs as the girls struggled to get away from me.

My pecker was aching hard and I wanted to stick it into one of the objects of my voyeuristic affections. Latonya rolled away, so I grasped Marybeth’s spankies and panties, and yanked them down her ass. She didn’t resist; part of my Pact was for the women I molested to enjoy it. I pulled her up on her hands and knees, flipped up her pleated skirt to expose her curvy ass and shaved cooch, and I could just make out the triangle of black hair on her pubic bone. I knelt behind her and rubbed my pecker on her moistening cunt, then shoved into her velvety warm depths.

“Oh my Lord, the ghost is fuckin’ me!” Marybeth yowled like a startled alley cat.

The girls fled, racing across the field, leaving Marybeth to my mercies. Latonya didn’t even bother putting her top or bra back on, just ran with her breasts bouncing about for the entire world to see. I grabbed Marybeth’s curvy hips and plowed into her hard and fast.

“I love tight, teenage cooch!” I moaned.

“Umm, your cock feels kinda nice, Mr. Ghost!”

“Are all you cheerleaders such sluts, sweetness?”

Marybeth laughed, “Not all of us. But the football team ain’t got no complaints from me!”

Her cheermates were almost back to the school, and it wouldn’t be long before they were racing back with help. I redoubled my efforts, driving my pecker frantically into her slippery cooch. The little slut started fucking me back, shaking those fine hips, and moaning like a bitch in heat. She kept looking over her head at me, her green eyes roaming about, trying to see something.

“You gotta great cooch, slut!”

“Thanks, you gotta great dick, Ghost!”

The girls were coming back with a big man. The football coach, I think, and they were all running across the field towards us. Fuck, I was almost there! I had to finish fast; luckily I hadn’t molested anyone else today, and I was ready to pop off in a cheerleader’s cunt. Just a few more strokes and I would be shooting inside her. I plunged in and out; the angry football coach was fifty-yards away. Into her tight cooch—only forty-yards away; out of her cunt—thirty-yards away and closing fast.

“Fuckin’ A!” I shouted as I buried into her sweet cunt, and came as the coach was a mere twenty-yards away. I pulled out, my pecker still cumming, spraying her back and ass with invisible spunk as he reached Marybeth, his face ruddy with exertion. She looked back at me, frustration twisting her pretty features.

“You okay?” he growled at my little fuckmate, looking around. “Where’d that pervert go!”

“It was a ghost, Mr. Breeze,” Marybeth answered, pulling up her spankies and panties.

“A ghost?” Mr. Breeze roared, looking at the girls. Latonya followed at a trot, her hands clasped over her breasts. “Is this some sorta joke?” he demanded of her.

“No,” the girls all said, but he didn’t believe them and cheer practice was over as he marched the girls back into the school, unleashing an explosive tirade the entire way.

As they started walking dejectedly after the coach, I heard Marybeth whisper to Ursula, “Shame Mr. Breeze showed up, I was about to have me a nice cum.”

“You’re such a slut,” Ursula said with disgust. She opened her mouth, prepared to say more, but closed her trap as Mr. Breeze glared at her.

There was no cheer practice on Tuesday, to my disappointment. The girls must be in a heap of trouble, and I almost regretted fucking Marybeth yesterday. Almost. I was back on Wednesday, praying like hell that the girls would be allowed to practice. I mounted the bleachers to wait and plopped my naked ass down on the old wood. Pain flared and I jumped back up; something had stuck in my butt-cheek. I felt around, felt a rough splint of wood sticking dead center in the meat of my right cheek. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed splinter and spent a minute trying to dig it out of my ass.

“Fuckin’ piece of shit,” I muttered, flicking the splinter away. This time I carefully checked where I was about to plop my ass.

When the girls arrived, they were all huddled together, most looking a little nervous, and they all glanced around cautiously before they started their stretches. I started walking amongst them, admiring their breasts filling out their tops, or the way their pleated skirts fell on their asses. I grasped my hardening pecker and started jerking off madly. I was so excited I popped off early, spraying Kelly’s ass with my invisible cum.

“What in tarnation,” she muttered, rubbing her ass. “It feels like my butt’s all wet.”

“There ain’t nothin’ there,” Brandy told her as Kelly rubbed her ass. Kelly sniffed her fingers then flushed and grimaced, bending down to wipe her hands off on the grass. The little slut sure knew what she smelled.

I watched them go through a few of their cheer routines while I waited for my pecker to recharge. I found myself fixated on the redheaded Kelly. How did that slut know what cum smelled like? She must have tasted it before, maybe giving her boyfriend head in his pick-up truck? Or maybe she has been giving favors to the football team. I pictured her kneeling at my feet, my hand gripping her fiery-red hair as I fucked her mouth.

“Go Lions!” the girls cheered and clapped as they finished a routine, jumping up and down and shaking their pompoms—the gold-and-black ones in their hands and the perky ones beneath their tops.

My pecker felt rested, so I strode out into the girls, to Kelly. She shrieked when I stroked her face, brushing an errant, red curl off her cheek. “Oh no, he’s back!”

“Really?” Marybeth asked. Was that eagerness I heard in the slutty cheerleader’s voice?

“Just try and ignore him,” Latonya sighed. “We’re lucky we convinced Princ’pal Schneider to let us keep practicin’.”

Kelly flushed and the girls started the next routine. I watched Kelly as she clapped her hands and shouted the chant in time with the other girls. She turned to move and ran right into me, and grunted in surprise as she stumbled back. I quickly reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down to her knees, my cock slapping her face.

“Oh, no!” Kelly protested, flinching from my pecker. “The ghost is…”

I shoved my pecker into her open mouth. She was warm and wet, and I started fucking her pie hole. She sat unmoving for a minute while all the cheerleaders stared at us. Kelly’s hands pushed at my body, trying to force herself away for a moment, and then she relaxed and the little slut started sucking my pecker. It was heavenly.

“Are you suckin’ ghost cock?” Marybeth asked, her voice full of heat.

Kelly’s answer was muffled by my pecker. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started thrusting wildly. All of the cheerleaders’ eyes on us spurred me on, and I slammed my pecker harder into her sweet mouth. She sucked as my cock rubbed against the roof of her mouth and brushed the back of her throat. Her tongue slid along the shaft, curling around and brushing the head, stroking the fire burning in my balls.

“You’re so lucky,” Marybeth complained. “Wish it was me. God, he fucked me so hard last time, and I was so close to cummin’ when Coach Windbag spoiled all my fun.”

“Gosh, you really are a slut!” Ursula snapped at Marybeth.

“Relax, Ursula,” Marybeth replied. “You seem tense, I bet you need a nice cum. That’d mellow you right out, and I’d be more than happy to give you a helpin’ hand. Y’know, give your clam a little fingerin’.”

“Fuckin’ dyke,” muttered Ursula.

Marybeth kissed at Ursula and purred, “Just for you, sugar.”

“Knock it off!” Latonya snapped. “Let’s keep practicin’. Umm, Kelly, you can continue when you…er…finish.”

Kelly’s tongue was roaming my cock as she blew me, and I slowed my fucking and let her do the work as I watched the cheerleaders go through their routines. Their slim legs flashed as they jumped and spun and kicked. Their breasts, particularly Ursula’s large tits, bounced around beneath their tops like two cats fighting in a sack. Kelly’s hand started rubbing on the underside of my pecker while her other slid up my legs and found my balls, massaging them softly. The slut must be eager for my cum.

I focused on Ursula’s big tits as they bounced up and down, over and over. It was almost hypnotic, watching her sweater puppies play beneath her top, and my balls tightened. I was close to cumming in Kelly’s sucking mouth. The little slut sure knew how to give head, clearly eager for my spunk, so, with a ghostly moan, I obliged her and spilled my cum into her pie hole. She coughed when I pulled out of her mouth, licking her lips, searching for any invisible cum that may have leaked out.

“How was it?” Marybeth asked as she gave Kelly an applause.

She glanced up at Marybeth and flushed. “Salty.”

Sadly, their practice ended before my pecker recovered. Thursday afternoon, I was back, eager to play with my Lionesses. Marybeth seemed to be the most adventuresome, and I had a perverted thought floating in my mind. As they did their stretches, I sidled up to Marybeth, rubbing her ass. The girl smiled over her shoulder at me and pressed her butt back into my hand.

I whispered, “How’d you like Ursula munchin’ on your rug?”

She glanced back at me, an excited twinkle in her green eyes. “I ain’t got no rug, Mr. Ghost.”

I smiled, remembering how beautiful her shaved cooch was. “Well, I reckon she could polish them hardwood floors you got, sweetness.”

“Ohh, I’d love to have Miss Prissy’s tongue up my snatch.”

I whispered my plan to her.

As the girls started their routine, I walked behind Ursula and reached around to squeeze her huge tits while I pressed my hard cock into her firm ass. She stiffened in my arms, and screeched, “Oh, no! Please not me, Mr. Ghost. I’m born-again. It ain’t right for me to do this.”

“ ‘Fraid it’s you, sweetness,” I whispered into her ear. “You’re just too purtee to resist. Particu’rly with them mighty fine melons.” I gave her tits a squeeze. “They feel mighty ripe, why don’t we check, sweetness?” I grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. Her large tits were contained in a black, tank top bra, and I took that off, too; her melons popped out, and they were heavy and ripe, topped with fat, brown nipples and aerolas the size of silver dollars. A small, gold cross on a thin chain dangled between her melons, almost vanishing in the valley of her huge mountains. I hefted a tit, gave her meaty melon a squeeze, and bent down to suck a nipple into my mouth. “Umm, they are ripe and tasty.”

While I sucked her titties, I slid my hand down her pleated skirt to find her thigh, caressed her silky skin, and slid up beneath her skirt, finding the elastic band of her spankies. She stiffened, crying out, “Please mister, I’m a virgin!”

“Well, I reckon you ’bout to lose that there cherry, sweetness.” I shoved my hand roughly down her spankies and panties, feeling her soft cooch. “Don’t you worry now, my pecker’s gonna make you howl like a coyote at the moon!”

I pulled down hard on her spankies and panties, and now all she wore was her pleated skirt, her socks, and shoes. I lifted up her skirt to see a blonde bush; guess she was a natural. I reached a finger down and slid it through her cornsilk-soft down and found her growing wetness. She shuddered as my finger ran through her slit and rubbed on her little clit.

“No, no, no,” she whispered as I pushed down on her shoulders. She didn’t resist, though, stretching out on her back for me on the bright green grass.

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon girls, keep practicin’.”

No one listened. They all watched as I pushed up Ursula’s skirt, spread her legs, and prepared to take her virginity. Ursula was almost hyperventilating, and she jumped as she felt my pecker press against the lips of her virgin cooch. I rubbed the head of my pecker up and down on her lips, enjoying the feel on my sensitive tip. Then I pushed in slowly, delighting in the tight feel of her cunt as it gave way before my pressing pecker. Deeper and deeper I drove, until I buried every inch of it into her juicy cooch.

“Where’s your cherry, slut?” I demanded in disappointment. I always wanted to pop a girl’s cherry. “Thought you said you was a virgin?”

“I broke it years ago. Doin’ cheerleadin’.”

Her cooch gave a little squeeze on my cock, and her hips twitched as I plowed into her. I leaned down, felt her pillowy tits on my chest, and whispered, “You like my pecker in you, don’t ya slut?”

A small whisper escaped her lips.

“What was that, slut?” I asked, really nailing my pecker into her tight cooch, enjoying every velvety inch of her cunt.

“Yes.” Her eyes were full of shame.

“Louder!” I hissed. “Let everyone know how much a slut you is.”

“I love it!” she yelled. “I love his penis inside my vagina!”

“Your cunt,” I corrected.

“Yes, yes, my cunt! God forgive me, but fuck my cunt! Oh my gosh, this feels so, so…fuck!”

Her hips started moving beneath me as I fucked her velvet cunt; she had the tightest hole I’d ever been in. Luckily, she was well greased and I pumped in and out of her smoothly like a piston in a cylinder, my every thrust igniting her spark plug. Around us, the cheerleaders were all watching us fuck, their young faces flushed with desire, especially Marybeth’s. I rose up, hooking her thighs with my legs, and started pounding her cooch, Ursula’s big tits flopping about as her body shook with the force of my fucking.

Latonya blew her whistle. “C’mon girls, keep practicin’. Just ignore them.”

“How can I ignore those purtee tits,” purred Marybeth. “I reckon she’s as stacked as Dolly Parton!”

“Don’t you be lookin’, dyke,” Ursula gasped, covering her breasts with her hands

I stopped fucking her, my pecker buried in her cooch, and pulled her hands away. “None of that, sweetness. I want to see them big melons of yours.”

“Sorry! Just keep fuckin’ in me!” she begged, wiggling her hips in frustration. “I’m so close!”

“Now, what you said to Marybeth was purtee mean,” I told her. “She was just payin’ you a comp’ment. I reckon you owe her an apol’gy.”

“I’m sorry for callin’ you a dyke,” Ursula panted.

“I’m not sure that’s good enough,” Marybeth said with indignation. “You’re always callin’ me names.”

“Well, Ursula, how ’bout you let Marybeth sit on your face, and you eat her cunt out good and proper,” I suggested. “Then I’ll keep fuckin’ you.”

Ursula shook her head violently.

“Okay, I’ll just go fuck Marybeth.” I started to pull out and Ursula wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me back in. “You gonna munch on her muff? That’s why I’m here, sweetness. You girls gotta learn to like each other.”

Ursula bit her lip, then softly said, “Okay.”

Marybeth grinned and pulled off her black spankies and panties revealing that shaved cooch dripping with juices. She straddled Ursula’s face, and a look of fear passed over Ursula’s face as she stared up at Marybeth’s cooch, then Marybeth lowered her cunt down. I couldn’t see what was happening with her pleated skirts in the way, but Marybeth was moaning like a banshee.

“Hold your skirt up,” I ordered.

I almost came seeing Ursula’s tongue licking through Marybeth’s shaved cunt. Her tongue was stiff, hesitant, but as I started fucking the former virgin, she seemed to get more and more eager. Marybeth had a shit-eating grin plastered on her lips as she rubbed her cooch across Ursula’s face. Latonya kept blowing her whistle, trying to get the cheerleaders to practice, but none of the girls were listening, too caught up in watching our three-way.

It was Kelly who started the cheer, and the other girls quickly took it up:

“Get her all fired up!
Get down, to town,
And go all the way!
Get her all fired up!
So lick and suck
And blow Marybeth away!”

I fucked Ursula faster, spurred on by the cheerleaders. Everywhere I looked, beautiful, teenage girls jumped and pranced. Some flipped up their skirts and shook their asses in my face, others pulled up their tops and flashed some Grade A teenage titties. It was like I had died and gone to perverts’ heaven!

“Lick my pussy!” moaned Marybeth. “Ohh, Ursula, I love your tongue. Why didn’t we do this ages ago? I can tell that you’re a natural oyster shucker!”

I wasn’t going to last much longer in Ursula’s tight clam; my balls were boiling over. I gave one of her big tits a squeeze, rolling her fat nipple between my fingers, and I groaned loudly as her tight cunt squeezed my cock. I needed to cum, badly, and I pistoned my pecker into her hole as fast as I could, that explosive release just a few thrusts away.

“Lionesses are hot.
Lionesses are wet.
Lionesses will explode
And cum all over you!”

Their newest cheer did it! I spilt ropey cum inside Ursula’s virgin cunt; I bet she wasn’t even on the pill. How big would her tits grow if she was pregnant? She would be sexy as hell with her pregnant belly, and I reckon her breasts would become absolutely ginormous. Breathing heavily, I pulled out of her cunt and sat on the grass, picturing how sexy the squad would be if they all were pregnant, prancing about with their round bellies. Fuck, I wanted to knock them all up.

This was definitely worth selling my soul for!

“Umm, I think the ghost just finished,” Marybeth purred. “Let me clean you up.” She bent down and lapped at Ursula’s cunt. “Um, you taste great Ursula. Now I’ve tasted the entire squad’s pussies!”

“Go Marybeth!” Brandy shouted, jumping up and waving her pompoms.

“Wait, she’s gone down on more than just me?” Latonya gasped. Most of the girls blushed guiltily.

“Umm, and you all taste wonderful,” Marybeth giggled.

“You are such a slut,” Kelly teased.

“The biggest!” Proudly, Marybeth bent down and started licking at Ursula’s cunt while Kelly started up another chant, punctuated with claps.

“Hey, Hey
Hey hey are you ready?”
*clap, clap*
“Are you ready?”
*clap,clap*
“To cum!”
*clap*
“Go Ursula!”
*clap*
“Go Marybeth!”
*clap*
“Lionesses go all the way!”

Ursula and Marybeth seemed to take their teammates’ cheer to heart as both girls writhed and moaned into each other’s cunts, both eagerly licking up the other’s juices as they came. There was something so beautiful about two lesbo teens making each other cum. Marybeth flopped onto her back, breathing heavily, while Ursula licked her lips, a surprisingly happy smile on her face.

“Who’s the dyke now?” Marybeth asked.

“We are,” Ursula giggled, her jugs jiggling as she sat up.

“All right, back to practice,” Latonya ordered bossily. “We need to be ready for Homecoming on Saturday!”

Of course I was back on Friday; I wasn’t about to miss out on the last practice of the week. The girls were all full of giggling excitement when they walked onto the field, Latonya at the lead. She looked fierce, like a Zulu warrior marching into battle. As she swung her head around, looking for me, her beaded braids clicked and clacked a staccato beat; her war drums leading her into battle.

“Are you here, Mr. Ghost?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Course I am,” I answered. “Wouldn’t miss you fine, young thangs shakin’ your asses.”

“You are disruptin’ our practices,” Latonya declared, her ebony face stern. “So we decided that one girl would entertain you behind the bleachers, allowin’ the rest of us to practice unmolested.”

I mulled that over. “Which girl?”

“We drew straws,” Latonya said, then her ebony skin somehow flushed darker than I thought possible, and her posture became less firm, less certain. “Today it will be me. So, do we have a deal?”

I didn’t answer her, just grabbed the Black girl and threw her over my shoulder while she gave a surprised scream, her beads clattering loudly. Then I pulled off her spankies and panties, stroked her Black booty, gave her wet groove a stroke, then turned and marched to the bleachers with my prize. Behind me the cheerleaders started up another chant:

“Up and down, our girls don’t mess around,
because our cunts are the best
put our pussies to the test!
On your cock, our girls slide up and down!
Go, Lionesses!”

Behind the bleacher, Latonya’s ebony breasts, topped with pink nipples, wildly bounced as she rode my pecker up and down. I wasn’t sure if the Lionesses’ cunts were the best. I hadn’t tried them all.

Yet!

To be continued…

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The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Mark Goes Back to School

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Side-Story: Mark Goes Back to School

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2013


Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Male/Teen females, Males/Teen female, Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Female, Teen female/Teen female, Teen female/teen females, Mind Control, Anal, Oral, Watersports, School, First, Humiliation, Group, Orgy, Incest

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Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



Note: This takes place during Chapter 18 while Mark is hunting for the virgins at Rogers High School. Melody from Chapter 4 and the Cunningham Twins from Chapter 6 make appearances.



I parked my car in the crowded parking lot of Rogers High School. It was a rambling collections of red brick buildings and gray portables. Class had already started and the outside of the school was deserted. I headed for the school’s office, the sign out front said visitors had to check-in. The office was on the first floor of the main building, a two story building who’s hallways were lined with lockers painted an ugly green-gray.

The office was small, a cluttered receptionist desk, a short hallway that lead back to the principle and vice principle offices, a few chairs for people to sit in. The receptionist was a short, stout Indian woman named, according to a brass nameplate, Archana Korrapti. Her black hair was graying and cut soccer mom short.

“Hello,” she greeted pleasantly. “How may I help you, sir.”

I grinned. “I’m here scouting for some pussy.”

She blinked. “I’m sorry, what did you say, sir,” she asked with some heat.

“Relax, it’s okay. I’m Mark, and its perfectly all right for me to fuck any of the girls here.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” she said blushing. “You’re going to be…with our girls. Yes, that’s perfectly all right.” She knocked over her pen jar. “Oh, dearie. Yes, I’m sorry, I’m a little flustered.”

I smiled at her, reassuring. “Of course, of course.” Who wouldn’t be flustered when a man walks in wanting to fuck your students.

She pulled out a binder labeled, “Visitor Badges,” from a drawer. She dug around the spilled pens and found a permanent sharpie and wrote, “Mark, Pussy Scout,” on the badge and peeled it off the page. “This needs to be worn at all times, Mark.”

“Thanks,” I said, sticking the badge to the front of.

The door leading into the office swung in and a cute, sixteen year old with a heart-shaped face framed by black ringlets. She had small, pouty red lips and brown eyes that sparkled with energy. Her skin had a nice, olive complexion. A tight, white t-shirt with a rainbow across her breasts, emphasized her nice pair of tits. A short jean skirt over white leggings clung to her perky ass.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” I growled, looming over her. She shrank back, bumping into the door. It swung inward so she was trapped between me and the door.

“Mrs. Korrapti,” the girl said.

“Oh, it’s alright, Jerri,” the receptionist said. “Mark’s scouting for pussy.”

“And aren’t you some pretty pussy.” I stroked her trembling face. “Are you a virgin, Jerri?”

“No,” she muttered, looking away from me. Well I didn’t think I’d find my virgin on the first girl.

“Well, drop your leggings and panties,” I told her, my cock hard in my pants begging for some relief.

Jerri kicked off her shoes and reached under her skirt and pulled down her white leggings and blue panties in one motion, exposing her creamy, olive thighs. She used her feat to get the leggings off, her left foot pushing the leggins down off her right leg, pinning the fabric to the floor so she could step out, then repeated with her other leg.

I reached out and stroked her thigh, feeling her smooth leg. “Unzip my pants and pull my cock out.”

Her hand, trembling, reached out and fumbled with my pants button. Finally she got me unfastened and then pulled the zipper down. My jeans fell around my knees as she reached into my boxer, her hand cool on my cock. She pulled me out, my cock hard cock.

“Relax,” I told her, “I’m not going to hurt you, just fuck your tight, little pussy. You’re cunt’s wet for my cock, right.” She swallowed and then nodded.

Her legs parted for me as I lifted her up, her arms wrapped around my neck. I gripped her ass, guiding her body so my cock could find her pussy. It took a couple of tries to get my cock into her opening. My cock slid around her pussy lips and bumped her clit. And then I founded it, her silky lips parting for my cock, as I slid into her warm, tight opening. Jerri moaned as I plunged into her tight opening. Her soft, wet pussy giving way as I slid into her cunt all the way.

“Oh, wow, wouldn’t you like some privacy?” the flustered receptionist asked.

“Naw, like an audience,” I answered, fucking Jerri with slow, short fucks as her legs wrapped around my hips. She was light, maybe a hundred pounds, and I easily held her, gripping her ass and kneading her perky cheeks through her jean skirts. “Ever had someone watch you having sex, Jerri?”

“No,” she gasped, then stammered, “Umm, your…um…cock, it…it feels good in me.”

“It’s exciting, being watched, isn’t it?” Jerri’s breath was hot on my ear as she answered, “Yes.”

I fucked her a little faster, a little harder, her cunt felt so great on my cock, wet and tight and warm. Her legs were vices around my waist and she was wiggling her hips, bucking up to meet my thrust, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Behind her the door to the office banged against its hinges every time I thrust into her, rattling loud through the office.

“What the fuck is going on!” a male voice roared behind me. I glanced back to see a fit, tall man in his fifties. His blonde hair was cut short and turning white with age. Fierce, blue eyes glared at me.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m Mark and its okay for me to fuck your students.”

The anger vanished from the man, deflating out of him. “I … yeah, of course, Mark.”

I continued fucking the teenage slut, and asked the man, “You the principal?” He nodded, “yeah.”

“I bet you’ve always wanted to fuck a student,” I asked. Jerri’s cunt was bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“I always have,” he answered, but then quickly added, “But I would never touch one!”

“Today’s your lucky day, Jerri here is going to go in your office, bend over your desk and let you have some sloppy seconds. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

“Shit!” he cursed. “I…fuck.” He swallowed. “Yeah, okay.” Then he smiled, a hungry kind of smile.

It wasn’t going to be much longer, Jerri’s cunt felt amazing on my cock. I pounded her harder. The door banged loudly behind us. She was panting in my ear as pleasure rushed through her body. I squeezed her ass and groaned through my gritted teeth as I flooded her teenage cunt with sperm. Panting, I pulled out of her and she slid to the floor.

“The principals waiting,” I told her and she stood up.

With an excited smile, and bulging crotch, the principal took her by the hand and led her into his office. I watched them disappear, and saw my cum trickling down her thighs. Moments later, a low, throaty moan and the slap of flesh came from the principals office.

“Oh God,” the principal moaned. “Teenage cunt is as tight as I thought! Oh, you’re one nasty slut, Jerri!”

I left the receptionist masturbating to the sounds of the principal nailing little Jerri, and started walking up the halls until I came to the first classroom and walked right on in. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Who are you,” the teacher asked, standing up from his desk. “I’m in the middle of a lesson!”

“Mark Glassner, Pussy Scout,” I introduced myself. “I’m looking for some nice, virgin cunts.” The teacher spluttered in outrage and I just talked over him, “Teachers and students, you just sit quietly until I tell you otherwise or until I leave,” I ordered. The teacher sat back down, blinking in surprise. “So, stand up if your a virgin.”

Five boys and seven girls stood up. I didn’t mean for the boys to stand up, then I thought about it. I was a virgin through high school and it wasn’t fair that all those girls didn’t put out for me. Maybe I could help a fellow shy or unpopular guy out. There was plenty of pussy in the school go around.

“Huh, girls, how many of you still have your hymens, then?” I asked, wanting to get the important stuff out of the way.

“I used a hairbrush,” a redhead blushed while a Black girl muttered, “Gymnastics.” A brunette and a Latina girl both lost theirs horseback riding. The other three just blushed, not admitting how they burst their cherries.

“Well, which girl in here’s the sluttiest?” I asked. Most of the class pointed to a slightly chubby girl in the back with a cute face, named Addison. “Well, slut, bend over the desk and let these guys bust their first nut.”

“Sure,” Addison answered gleefully, and I blinked. The girl seemed excited and pulled down her panties and flipped up her skirt exposing a pleasantly plump ass and a shaved cunt dripping with fluids.

The first virgin teenage boy, nervously, walked up to the girl, pulling his hardening dick out. “I…uh…” he stammered.

“Ohh, just slide it into my twat,” Addison moaned, wiggling her hips. “You can do it. I won’t bite!” She giggled and the guy rubbed his cock on her pussy and found her hole. “Umm, that’s a nice cock!” Addison moaned as he slid in.

Then, the youth just started pumping away at her, delighting in his first feel of a woman’s warm cunt. The other four virgins watched, excited to finally get to fuck a girl’s pussy, and jealous of their classmate who beat them to it.

Addison moaned wantonly. “Ohh, such a nice cock! I love a cock up my naughty snatch! Umm, harder, harder, stud!”

Her moans followed me into the hallway. Those were some lucky boys, Addison was definitely slutty. In the hallway I saw an Asian girl disappear into the bathroom. Last night, I had promised my friends to get them their own slaves and Tom was the last one I needed to get. Tom asked me to find him a petite, Asian teenager with a hairy bush for a sex slave. This girl was petite and Asian. Hopefully, she had a hairy bush.

I followed the girl into the restroom and she jumped in surprise when she saw me, exclaiming in some Asian language. She was short, her breasts small, barely bumps beneath her violet blouse, her blue-black hair long and straight. Her skin was pale as any Caucasian but with a slightly olive, creamy cast to it that transformed her into some exotic creature.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.

”Hai,” she answered, nodding her head.

“Do you have your hymen, then?” She frowned. “Your cherry? Your maidenhead?”

“Sorry, I do not understand,” she said with a thick, melodic accent.

“Where are you from?” I asked, curious.

“Shishibone, Japan,” she answered. “I am exchange student.”

“Get undressed.”

Looking downcast, she pulled her violet blouse over her head, exposing a plain white bra. She bent down and untied her shoes and pulled them off, followed by her socks. Then her blue jeans came off. She was slim, with boyish hips and a flat ass. She flushed when I saw her panties, still looking down at the floor. She reached behind her, fumbling at her bra clasp, and her breasts were revealed as she slipped her bra off her shoulder. Her breasts were little puffs of flesh, with dark, hard nipples. Finally, she peeled off her panties, exposing a black forest of pubic hair, so thick I couldn’t even see her cunt.

“Well, you’re what Tom wanted,” I whispered to myself, and reached out for her pussy. She backed way and I snapped, “Don’t resist!” She stopped and I slid my hand through her soft, silky pubic hair and found the tight slit of her cunt. I slid my finger in, sinking to my first knuckle, then my second knuckle, and then I was all the way up inside her, feeling no resistance. I sighed, oh well she had already burst her hymen.

“What’s your name?”

“Hikaru,” she whispered as I started to finger her. My thumb found her hard clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her cunt started to moisten and her breath quickened.

“Hikaru, you’re going to be Tom’s sex slave,” I told her. “When school gets out, you will wait outside at the drop off zone for him to pick you up. He drives a red Toyota pick-up truck. You will do whatever nasty, dirty thing he wants. You love him and will be his for as long as he wants you. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her head bowed submissively. “Yes. I will be a good slave for Tom.”

“Bend over the counter,” I ordered. “I’m going to break you in for Tom.”

Hikaru bent over the counter. From behind she looked almost like a child until you saw that bushy, black forest between her legs. I pulled out my cock and my phone and called Tom. As the phone started ringing, I slid my cock into her wet cunt. She tensed as my cock started to push inside her and her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Hey,” a sleepy voice growled into the phone.

I started fucking her with slow thrusts and she sighed softly. “I found your slave.”

“Really,” Tom said, excited.

“Yeah, she’s a cute little Japanese exchange student,” I told him. “Nice, tight cunt.”

“You fucked her?”

“Fucking her right now,” I told him. “She’s looking over her shoulder at me and she has a beautiful smile on her face. I’ll send you a pic.”

“Thanks,” Tom answered, voice thick with excitement

I hung up and snapped a photo of Hikaru, her doll-like face framed by her blue-black hair and sent it to Tom. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and grabbed her hips and started to fuck Hikaru hard. She just sighed, biting her lip. She was strangely quiet and I liked my women to make noise when I’m fucking them. I could order her to moan, but I’d rather she did it on her own. So, I slid a hand down her side, reaching down to her groin and started to pinch her clit with my fingers. Her cunt tightened as I stroked her clit.

Her breathing quickened as I played with her clit. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips and then her dam broke and she panted, “Oh, your tool is stirring me up! Stirring up my cauldron!” She moaned, throatily. “Stir me up! Stir me up! My cauldron is boiling over!” Her cunt twitched on my cock as she came. “Yes, I am boiling! Iku! Iku!”

The bathroom doors swung in. “Oh my god, Mr. Beck is such an asshole,” a Black, teenage girl complained as she entered in.

“Right, graduation’s Sunday, why is he…What the fuck!” her friend gasped, seeing me plow Hikaru from behind.

The Black teenager was beautiful girl with a cute nose. Her skin was the color of chocolate, her black hair was braided in rows across her scalp ending with beaded braids at the base of her neck that clicked as her head moved. She wore tight, blue jeans and a black, Lady Gaga concert shirt. Her friend was fair skinned, with a round face, hazel eyes and long, brown hair. She wore a black skirt striped with red and a red halter top.

“Don’t leave,” I ordered quickly, “and don’t shout. Everything’s okay. I’m allowed to fuck teenage girls. I’m a Pussy Scout, here to check the talent of all you slutty gals!”

“Oh,” the Black girl swallowed, her eyes widened as she drank in the sight of an adult male fucking a tiny Asian teen.

“Either of you girls virgins?” I asked. Hikaru’s cunt felt tighter as she looked down in shame at people watching her fucking, no longer moaning her pleasure. She stopped moaning when the girls came in, biting her lip and looking away in shame.

“No,” the Black girl admitted while her White friend nodded her head.

“Do you have your hymen?”

“No,” she whispered, mortified. Her Black friend laughed, “She popped her cherry with a carrot.” The girl blushed even brighter.

“I bet you girls have to take a piss?” I asked, smiling at the thought I just had. Both girls nodded. “Good, Black girl, drop your pants and panties and White girl, get down and let your friend pee in your mouth.”

“Damn!” the Black girl exclaimed. “You’re one nasty cracker.” She was unbuttoning her pants, and slid them down her chocolate legs, followed by her red thong, exposing a hairy, black bush. Her friend knelt down and placed her lips at the Black teen’s cunt. “Hot damn, you’re going to let me pee in you mouth, Petrina?”

“Yeah,” Petrina muttered in disbelief.

“Petrina, you should be happy, you get to be a cute little pee slut,” I told her. “Nothing makes you happier than to drink someone’s pee.”

“Oh, Fernie, let me drink you pee,” Petrina begged, my commands transforming her thoughts. Fernie shrugged and yellow urine splashed into Petrina’s mouth. Petrina sealed her lips over her friends cunt, swallowing as fast as she could.

“Damn this is so nasty,” Fernie purred. “Christ, my pussy is getting wet.”

“I guess you’ll have to eat her pussy, Petrina,” I ordered.

Petrina started licking Fernie’s black cunt, glimpse of pink pussy amidst the forest of black hair could be seen as Petrina ate her friend. I pounded Hikaru hard and felt that moment of release cumming as I watched the pee slut lick her friends pussy clean. I groaned and shoved my cock deep into Hikaru’s tight cunt and shot my load hard into her pussy. I pulled out of her tight cunt and her lips were so tight, my cum didn’t leak out. Hikaru panted, looking downcast.

I watched Fernie writhe on Petrina’s lips, panting loudly. I felt pressure in my bladder and was about to head into a stall, when I stopped. There was a cute little pee slut here. Why waste my piss in the toilet when Petrina would love to pee. And then an even nastier though entered my mind.

“Hikaru, take Petrina’s place licking Fernie,” I ordered. “Petrina, take off your panties and come suck my cock.”

Petrina stood up, reaching under her skirt to pull off a blue thong, her face was messy with piss and cunt-juices. Hikaru knelt gracefully beneath Fernie and started to gently lick Fernie’s cunt. The Black girl growled, grabbed Hikaru’s head and shoved her head into her cunt.

“Eat me better, bee-atch!” Fernie barked. “Yeah, that’s it, dig that nasty tongue of yours into my cunt. Mhh, you just might be a Grade A cunt eater.”

Petrina knelt before me, and sucked my wet cock into her mouth. She was on her knees, and I ordered her, “Spread your legs and start peeing, bitch.”

The girl spread her legs. She sucked harder at my cock and then her urine splashed on the floor, forming a yellow puddle that spread across the tiles. The urine puddled until she was kneeling in her own piss. I held her head tight and started pissing in her mouth, sighing as the pressure in my bladder released. It was almost like cumming, not nearly intense, but that same feeling of ejaculation flowed through my cock, sending a pleasant tingle through my body, made all the more exciting by pissing in a cute girl’s mouth. When my bladder was empty I pulled out of her mouth and she coughed, more urine running down her face, her neck, to stain her halter top.

“You got the floor dirty, pee slut,” I shouted. “Bend down and lick that piss up like a good little piss slut.”

The teen crawled back and bent her hand, grimacing as she licked her urine off the dirty tiled floors. Fuck that was nasty and I felt my cock harden as the teen degraded herself. I moved behind her, flipping up her skirt. She looked up in alarm and barked, “Keep licking, slut, don’t stop just cause you’re about to get your first dick up your snatch!”

Her pussy was covered by a mat of brown hair, wet with urine. I knelt down on the floor, luckily the puddle of pee didn’t reach this far, and rubbed the head of my cock on her cunt and slowly pushed into her. She moaned as she lapped her dirty pee up, her back arching as her cunt gave way to my cock. God, it was nice fucking a tight, teenage cunt, I built up to a steady rhythm.

“That’s nasty!” Fernie moaned. Hikaru was really into licking her cunt, now. The Japanese girl’s arms were wrapped around the Black girl’s waist, hugging her ass. Hikaru had a taste of jungle fever and was devouring the Black girls pussy like it was the tasty thing in the world. It probably was. Nothing tasted better than a woman’s pussy juices.

The bathroom door opened and a girl texting on her smart phone walked in, so focused on her phone she reached the first stall before she realized what was going on. Her blue eyes, framed by red-rimmed glasses, widened in surprise, her hand going to her mouth. She wore a long, Black skirt and conservative, white blouse tucked into her skirt. Her hair was black, cut short, with a single red streak down he left bangs that was at odds with her conservative dress.

“Oh, jeepers,” she gasped and then flushed, closing her eyes.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, a girl dressed this conservative must be but she shook her head no. “Well, if you have to pee, Petrina here wants to drink it, right slut?” I smacked Petrina’s ass and she gasped, “Yes!” and went back to licking up her piss.

“I…what,” stammered the new girl. “You want me to piss…is that pee she’s licking up?”

“She’s a pee slut,” I laughed, fucking slowly into Petrina’s cunt. “So hike up your skirt and drop your panties and let her drink your piss and eat your little cunny.”

A frilly pair of pink panties came out from beneath the new girls skirt and she walked over to Petrina. Petrina rose up, wrapping her arms around the girls hips as her head disappeared beneath the girls skirt. Petrina’s cunt squeezed my cock as the new girl relaxed, her mouth open in awe, as she pissed in Petrina’s mouth. I kept fucking the pee slut and then she came as she gulped the new girls piss, her cunt throbbing about my dick.

I kept fucking her and the new girl moaned, “Oh wow her tongue fills nice,” she gasped. “Umm, she’s almost as good a cunny sucker as my cousin!” A delicious shudder went through the new girl, “Her tongue is agile. I bet she’s sucked some girl’s cunt before.”

“Oh she has,” moaned Fernie. “We lez out all the time! That’s how I know she popped her cherry with a carrot. I watched her do it!” Fernie purred. “And this little Asian slut’s learning to do a good job. I’m going to cover your face in my juices, sugar. Just keep sucking my clit, you little lezzie slut! Oh, crap, I’m coming! This lezzie bee-atch is making me cum!”

The new girl gasped, “Yes, right there, pee slut. Lick my dirty pussy clean. Oh yes, oh fricking yes, that’s amazing! Oh, oh, here it cums, baby, here it cums. Drink my girl cum like you drank my pee!”

The new girl bucked on Petrina’s face and stumbled back, and slipped on the pee and fell on her butt. “Oh shoot!” she gasped and quickly got up, looking at her ass. She landed right in the puddle and had a huge wet spot on her ass.

Flushing in embarrassment, she walked over to the sink and pulled off her skirt, washing it in the faucet. Her bush was black, and neatly trimmed, and drenched with pussy juices. I watched her nice ass as I fucked Petrina. The bell tolled, ending the period, as I shot my load of cum into Petrina’s cunt. She gasped and panted as I pulled out. Fernie was pulling her pants up, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Hikaru, get dressed and remember to wait out front,” I ordered, zipping up my pants and bumped into a pair of girls that gaped at a man walking out of the restroom. I questioned them and neither of the girls were virgins, or that cute, so I excited out into the crowded hallway.

It was chaos in the hallway. If a girl walked by I’d grab her, ask if she was a virgin, shouting over the noise of all the students. While I was questioning that girl, three more girls would walk by that I didn’t get to ask. Then the hallway thinned, suddenly, and another bell rang, starting the next period. I walked into the next classroom and found a very attractive teacher, young, probably fresh out of college.

The teacher, Miss Blythe, according to the plaque on her desk, was a fiery-redhead bombshell with a pair of big tits straining a sleeveless, tan blouse. All the boys in the class started lustfully at the teacher as she wrote on the whiteboard, her breasts jiggling beneath her blouse. Her nice ass was covered by a tight, knee length pencil skirt, that was a the same tan as the blouse.

Miss Blythe’s class contained three boys and five girls who were virgins. Disappointingly, all had broken their hymens, one riding a bike, two with pencils, and two doing sports. I decided to give the virgin boys a treat and Miss Blythe was more than happy to bend over her desk. She hiked up her skirt and pull down her black thong, exposing a pussy bare of any hair. All the boys in the classes groaned in lust, and a few of the girls, I noticed.

I enjoyed a lusty Latina girl with a nice set of breasts as the boys took their turns on the teacher. The Latina girl had a tight pussy, the only thing she had shoved up her cunt was a pencil. I enjoyed her pussy as I watched Miss Blythe get mounted by the first teen boy, a tall, pimply sixteen year old.

He barely last a thirty seconds. When he stuck his dick in his teacher’s cunt, he pumped five times, and shot his load. He stumbled back, muttering, “Thanks Miss Blythe,” and the next virgin took his place, an overweight kid that wheezed as he fucked his teacher. He had some stamina, though, lasting a full three minutes before he shot his load into his teacher.

A few of the other boys in the classes had pulled out their cocks and were jerking off, watching their teacher get fucked by the third boy. One of the teens jerking off wore a Letterman jacket and a few of the girls were watching his cock with interest. He motioned at a cute, blue-haired girl and she blushed and knelt down and sucked his cock into her mouth.

It was like the dam broke when that girl sucked the jock’s cock into her mouth and students were pairing up, seemingly not caring who they were with. Girls were fucking and sucking all over the classroom. A Black girl was bent over a desk and fucked by an Asian boy from behind. A plain looking red-head lifted her skirt and shoved her pussy in the Black girl’s face and she just started lapping at the plain girl’s clit.

A second girl joined the blue-haired girl sucking on the jocks cock. The third virgin creamed Miss Blythe’s cunt and a tall, lanky Black teen took his place and Miss Blythe moaned her appreciation as she came on the Black guy’s cock. Two girls made out while a pair of boys jerked off watching them. One girl’s blouse was open and a load of cum splashed on her tits and the other girl bent down, licking cum off her friend’s tits while the other guy shot his load into her hair and cheek.

I groaned and creamed my lusty Latina’s cunt. When I pulled out the first boy to fuck Miss Blthye slipped his cock up the Latina girl’s pussy and started pumping away. Maybe he would last longer on his second time. As I walked to the door I heard an exclamation and turned to see the boy pull out, a big grin on his face. I guess not, I thought as I left the orgy.

The next classroom had a few familiar faces, including Hikaru and the conservative dressed girl who pissed down Petrina’s mouth. Only one girl in this classroom was still a virgin. Her name as Felicity and she was a black-haired girl, tall and gangly, with her black hair in a long, french braid. Not only was she a virgin, she said she still had an intact hymen.

There were two virgin boys in the class, and I let Hikaru and the conservatively dressed girl, Maya her named turned out to be, make men of them as I unbuttoned Felicity’s jeans. I slid my hand down her panties and she sucked in her breath, trembling as I invaded her panties. Her pubic hair felt silky on my hand and I gently probed her cunt and felt a thin membrane stopping me from going too deep.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, Felicity,” I told her. “Meet me at the flagpole after school and I’ll take you home and you’ll get your cherry popped.”

“I … oh, okay,” Felicity stammered, flustered. Behind her, Maya was gasping in an orgasm. Maya original virgin had finished quick, but one of the jocks had jumped in and started fucking her and brought her to a screaming orgasm.

Back into the hallway I went, one virgin down, one to go. And, as a bonus, I had found the sex slave for Tom. I was smiling, about to round a corner in the hallway, when a skinny girl, honey-blonde hair in a plait down her back, walked by, and I grabbed her arm.

“Virgin?” I asked.

“No,” she answered.

I pushed her into the janitor’s supply closet, pulled off her tights, lifted her red skirt and started plowing her pussy. She moaned and bucked on me, wrapping her legs around my hips, as I fucked her into the supply shelf. A bottle of bleach fell, bouncing on the floor, along with rolls of toilet paper. When the janitor found us, I turned us about, leaning against the shelf and flipped up her skirt, exposing her pert ass.

“Why don’t you fuck her tight ass,” I told the janitor.

The girl moaned in pain as the janitor’s cock slid into her cornhole. Her pussy got real tight as the janitor reamed her ass and I plowed her cunt. Soon, the girl was panting and moaning in pleasure, clutching me tightly as both her holes were fucked. The janitor came first, probably the first taste of teenage ass he ever had. I creamed her cunt when her orgasm rolled through her. When I walked out, the janitor was trying out her cunt, enjoying himself some sloppy seconds.

Just as I walked in the next classroom, the bell rang and the period was over and students were darting out of class, shuffling about the school. I saw a cute girl disappear outside and I hurried after her. She had auburn hair in a ponytail and looked similar to Mary from behind. When I caught up with her, she had already crossed the courtyard and entered the gym/cafeteria building and was about to enter the locker rooms.

I always wanted to walk into the girls locker room, to feast my eyes on an entire room full of naked, teenage flesh, and play with them. So I followed the honey-blonde teen into the locker room. I was not disappointed and my cock grew hard in an instant. Everywhere I looked, there were girls half undress, putting on sports bras, pulling on gym shorts and t-shirts. A girl shrieked and everyone froze, covering their naked flesh with whatever was at hand.

A female gym teacher stood up from her office, storming out. “What the hell are you doing?” she demanded. She was a bulldog of a woman, face reddening in anger, and looked like she could just tear my head off barehanded if she wanted to.

“You, go teach the boys today, and don’t tell anyone what’s going on in here!” I barked. “Girls, line up, naked.”

The teacher walked out in stunned surprise and the fifteen or so teenage girls started stripping naked. A confused buzz echoing through the locker room as the girls questioned each other, wonder what was happening. My cock was raging hard as I pulled off my clothes, and the girls flushed, some looking boldly at my cock, others looking away in embarrassment. And some that looked away were sneaking curious peaks.

Finally, all naked, fifteen gorgeous teenagers lined up before me. They were short and tall, curvy and skinny. Some had big breasts, others little ones. All their breasts were perky with youth, nipples pointing upward and bouncing as they walked. Most had pubic hair, only a few were shaved bare. Some had hairy, thick bushes, while others were neatly trimmed for bikini season. Some were skinny, some were pleasantly plump.

Sadly, none had their hymens. Three had broken theirs during gym class this year, a few others with dildos, various phallic vegetables, horseback riding, and doing the splits. I walked down the line, eying each girl up, hefting a breast, feeling a nipple, or sliding my hand across a shaved cunt, my cock jutting hard in front of me, bouncing as I walked.

“Okay, girls, for gym class we’re going to have ourselves a nice little orgy,” I ordered. “So grab a partner and discover how great it is to pleasure another woman.”

Friends paired up with friends and the locker room was filled with feminine sighs and moans and giggles. Addison, the slightly plump, in a kinda sexy way, red-headed I met earlier, was bent over a bench while a Black girl ate her cunt. An Asian girl and a White girl were sixty-nining on the floor. Two blondes were making out, playing with each other’s breasts.

I grabbed a busty brunette and sat down next to Addison and enjoyed a nice titty fuck. The plump red-headed moaned and gasped next to me as I enjoyed the brunette’s rubbed my cock with her tits. The brunette’s name was Daffodil, and her tits were soft and pillowy as she fucked them up and down on my cock. Her pink tongue would lick my cock head on the down stroke, sending a delightful shudder every time. Addison moaned as she came on the Black girl’s face and I moaned as I shot my load all over Daffodil’s big tits.

Addison and the Black girl started licking my cum off Daffodil’s titties, and sucking her brown nipples. My cock hardened at the sight. Addison kissed down Daffodil’s body and found her sopping wet cunt and ate her out as the Black girl sucked one Daffodil’s big tits.

I stood up and noticed Latina girl and a Black girl taking a shower, rubbing their bodies together and I went and joined them. I fucked the Black girl, pushing her against the shower stall, while I had the Latina girl eat my ass out. The Black girl’s cunt was tight and she moaned like a bitch in heat as I reamed her. The Latina girl’s tongue felt amazing as she licked my ass, shoving her tongue inside my tight hole. And then the saucy Latina teen slipped a finger in and I felt that incredible feeling of having my prostate massaged and shot a huge load into her friend. When I pulled out of the Latina girl wasted no time diving into the Black girl’s sloppy cunt.

Some of the girls had changed partners, Addison was tribbing with an Asian girl on the floor. Daffodil was eating a Black girl’s cunt while the auburn-haired girl I followed into the shower ate Daffodil’s cunt. I found another Asian girl and fucked her ass while another girl sucked on her cunt. Her ass was tight and hot and I fucked her hard while she panted in pleasure. When I creamed her ass, the girl eating her pussy sucked my cum out of the Asian girl’s ass.

In the shower, a daisy chain of five girls formed, and I watched while two girls took turns sucking on my cock. The girls in the daisy chain formed a circle, each girl sucked on someone’s cunt while another girl sucked on her pussy. They all were moaning and every few minutes one would cum, bucking and shouting her pleasure. Was anything more beautiful than young women pleasuring each other? Mary, of course, but nothing else could compare. I came all over the faces of the two girls sucking on my cock and watched as they licked my cum off their faces, then kissed each other passionately, sharing the bounty of my sperm.

Before the period ended, I bent a the auburn-haired girl I initially followed into the locker room, over a bench. She had been getting her cunt eaten out by Addison. Addison giggled, her face sticky, and found another girl who was free and the pair slipped into a sixty-nine. I spread the auburn-haired girl’s ass open and buggered her good and hard. Her ass was tight and hot on my cock as I reamed her ass, pulling on her auburn ponytail, and I shuddered when I came inside her.

Sadly, the period was over too soon and I had my virgin to find. The girls, reluctantly, got dressed, and a few were talking about having a slumber party tonight to continue. I wish I could be there, but Mary’s family was coming over for dinner and I was hoping to fuck both her sisters tonight.

I was starving, and the cafeteria was just up the hall from the locker room. It was the first lunch period, I learned, from a saucy girl with brunette hair while waiting to get some food. Her name was Whitney and she wasn’t a virgin. Whitney complained about having first lunch.

“It’s just too early in the day, I get hungry again around last period,” Whitney bitched. “I signed up for second lunch for my senior year.” Whitney explained that Rogers had too many students to fit them in the cafeteria at once, so they had three lunch periods. “I had third lunch my last semester and it sucked. I was so hungry by the time it came around. Second period is where its at.”

The food was sloppy joes and a salad, neither of which were any good. But I was starving, so I ate two sloppy joes and finished off the soggy salad, sitting at a cafeteria table while Whitney sucked my cock beneath the table. She’s have to finish quickly, her food was getting cold and I be that wouldn’t improve its taste any.

Rumor was going around the school if you wanted to lose your virginity, find me, and a group of nerdy boys and one jock did exactly that. I found them each a girl, and sent them off to find an empty classroom and lose their virginities. When I shot my load down Whitney’s mouth, I hoped the extra protein I gave her would tide her over until after school.

I continued my search for the second virgin and I was striking out. Three classrooms later, and I’ll had accomplished was a few more lads losing their virginities. Between periods, I grabbed a nerdy girl with glasses and bushy, brown hair.

“Virgin?” I asked, rotely.

“Yes,” the girl blushed prettily.

“Do you still have your hymen?” I asked and here would come her no and how she lost it.

“Yes,” she whispered and I almost didn’t make out her word.

I blinked in surprise, and lifted her green skirt. She stood frozen in fear as I slid my hand down her panties, feeling her silky pubic hair. Her eyes searched the crowd of students, but no one seemed to notice. I slipped a finger up her wet cunt and she jumped.

“Don’t scream,” I ordered, “Just relax.” I slid in a little ways into her warm, sucking cunt and felt a thin membrane and relief surged through me. Finally, I found the last virgin I needed. “What’s your name?”

“April Lovel,” she whispered.

“Good, meet me at the flagpole after school,” I told her. “Today, you’re getting your cherry popped.

There were still two periods left and just because I found my virgins, didn’t mean I was ready to go. There were plenty more girls to fuck, I thought with a smile. I saw my pee slut heading into the bathroom, followed by Maya, the conservatively dressed girl. I check in on them and found Petrina happily drinking her pee in a bathroom stall and Maya happily getting her sloppy cunt eaten out by Petrina.

“She’s the best,” Maya moaned. “We’re going to have a lot of fun this summer!”

I slipped into an English class. A thin, bony woman, who looked like all the fluids had been sucked out of her body, leaving a withered old hag behind, was reading from Shakespeare. Macbeth, I think. Not caring about virgins anymore, just looking for a girl to fuck. I noticed this cute, Asian girl, Cinnamon skinned, maybe from the Indian Subcontinent, or maybe from Malaysia. She sat in the back, her black hair cut short and streaked with red.

“Everyone, just listen to the teacher read for Macbeth,” I ordered, walking back to the class.

Her name was Jessamine and I bent her over her desk, flipped up her red and green tartan skirt and pulled down a pair of frilly, yellow panties. I rubbed her bushy cunt a few times, feeling her moistening then I slid into her and she groaned loudly.

“Oh man!” she gasped. “Umm, that feels nice.”

Sitting next to Jessamine, was a coffee-skinned, Black girl who watched with fascination as I fucked Jessamine. Jessamine was moaning loudly, urging me to fuck her harder and faster. Her cunt was tight and wet on my cock and my balls slapping against her clit as I fucked her.

“Take off your panties,” I told the Black girl and she pulled off a red panties from beneath her skirt. I smelled them, enjoying the spicy musk of her arousal then shoved the panties into Jessamine’s mouth. “Your disrupting class, young lady!”

I fucked her hard, enjoying her muffled moans through her classmate’s panties. Jessamine gripped the edge of her desk as I fucked her. The desk rasping on the linoleum floor of the classroom and was slowly inching its way forward. Jessamine cunt was a vice on my cock when she came and I thought the desk might collapse as she spasmed atop it.

When I was about to cum, I pulled out of her cunt, pulled the Black girls panties out of her mouth and jerked off into the sodden panties’ gusset, leaving ropes of creamy cum plastering the crotch. “Here’s your panties back,” I said. “You should put those on right away.”

The Black girl, flushing darkly, stood up and pulled the panties soaked in spit and cum up her creamy legs. She squirmed as she sat down, the creamy mess in her panties cool on her pussy. Jessamine pulled her panties back up and moved her desk back and sat down, pulling open her book to read along with the rest of the class.

In a computer lab, a Black girl sucked me off while I check my Hotmail account. Chris, one of my D&D buddies, emailed me a pic of Velvet, cum covering her enormous, G Cup breasts. Velvet was a bikini barista I turned into a sex slave for Chris this morning. There was another email from Quatch, another D&D buddy, thanking me for turning his little sister into his sex slave. “Little cocktease got what was cumming to her,” the email red and a pic of a girl’s asshole leaking cum was attached.

In the Chemistry lab, I bumped into the Cunningham twins Mary and I had enjoyed at Loews last week. Both were looking great, their hair was blonde, Rose’s long and braided and Daisy’s short. They both hugged me and kissed me, excited to see me and my cock was excited to see them. Their clothes came off as the rest of the class were doing some sort of experiment. The twins had large breasts topped with dark nipples, Daisy’s cunt shaved bare and Rose’s covered by a blonde bush.

“We fuck mom and dad every night,” Daisy panted as she bounced on my cock. Her sister, Rose, sat behind her, cradling her sister’s boobs as she rode me cowgirl style, and kissing her neck. “We sleep in their king sized bed and everyone just enjoys each other.”

“We’ve become quite close,” Rose giggled, licking her sister’s neck. “Mom’s even lezzed out with a few of our girlfriends. And last night, dad fucked Maya good and hard while Maya ate out mom’s cunt. It was so wicked. Daisy and I rubbed our cunnies together as we watched.”

When I came in Daisy’s cunt, Rose ate her out while I fucked her from behind. It was hot, watching one twin sister eat the other’s cunt out. Rose’s pussy was tight on my cock as I fucked her, hard and fast, and she moaned loudly into her sister’s cunt. Daisy moaned just as loud, encouraging her sister to eat her.

“Yes, yes!” Daisy moaned. “You naughty slut, eat my cunny! Ohh, you know just how to lez on me! Yes, oh yes, my sweet Rosie is making me cum!”

Rose drank her sister’s cum as it flooded her lips. It wasn’t long after that, as I fucked her hard, that Rose came on my cock, her little cunt spasming deliciously. I groaned and shot my load into her hot little cunt. The two sisters lay on the floor, panting and cuddling, cum oozing out of Rose’s cunt. They kissed, like reflections coming together and merging where their lips met.

I enjoyed a few more hot cunts before the school day ended. In a health class, the girls got a very detailed lesson on male anatomy and every girl in the class got to suck on my cock for a minute and then I finished up in the cutest girl’s cunt. The boys got to enjoy the other girls, and the entire classroom was filled with naked, panting teenagers. There were two more girls than boys, and so they learned all about tribbing and how sweet it was to cum on another girls cunt. Their old teacher, Mr. Ward, jerked his cock quietly at his desk.

In a civics class, I bumped into Addison again and enjoyed her sloppy cunt as she blew three different guys, swallowing their cum like a pro, before I added my cum to her slutty cunt. When I left, their teacher was taking my place, giving Addison a very spirited lesson as the class cheered him on.

I bumped into Melody, who, along with her mother, I fucked at the Old Navy store last week. It had been Melody’s sixteenth birthday, and her and her mom were playing hooky to celebrate. It had been hot watching mother and daughter eating each other’s cunts, so I pulled Melody into the same janitor’s closet I fucked another girl earlier today.

“How’s your mom?” I asked as my cock slid into her wet cunt.

“Oh, things are just fine,” Melody moaned. “Last night, with her help, I seduced my step-dad. He was so scared at first, but then he really got into it. He really loved watching mom and me make out and then nearly had a heart-attack when mom ate his cum out of my pussy!”

“God that sounds hot,” I panted as I plowed into her cunt.

No janitor interrupted this time and I fucked Melody to a screaming orgasm and then left a load of cum in her body as the final bell tolled, ending the school day. “I bet your mom will love eating my cum out of your slutty pussy.”

“I bet she will,” Melody answered with a saucy smile.

As I left the janitor’s closet, I felt like had I accomplished a lot today. I fucked more cunts then I ever thought I could, putting my sexual stamina wish to the test and it did not let me down. I wondered how many of those girls were on birth control. Maybe I knocked a few up, I thought with a smile. I found my two virgins, Alice and Felicity, waiting for me and led them to my car, wondering if they were on birth control. Maybe I could plant a pair of babies in their cunts.

We passed Hikaru as she patiently waited for her new master to come and take her away to her life as a sex slave. A slight smile graced her lips and she squeezed her thighs in excitement. I led the virgins to my car, and put them in the backseat of my silver Mustang and climbed in the front, starting the car.

“Okay, girls, let’s go get those cherries popped,” I said, glancing in my mirror.

April looked nervous and Felicity wrapped an arm around her, hugging her and smiling excitedly. I backed out of the parking space and sped home, eager to transform these girls into women.