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Miss Lilly's Spring Surprise

By: CyranoJ



CONTENT WARNING: The following story contains strong Non-Consent / Reluctance content and depictions of male dominance, blackmail, humiliation and various generally nasty and reprehensible acts. The depiction of these acts should not be construed as condoning them; no real person should ever be subjected to these kind of acts in the real world. Be warned before you read on, and if you enjoy it... well then, shame on you. ☻

* * *

It was eight thirty on Wednesday morning, and quite possibly the sexiest young schoolteacher the halls of Barrymore Collegiate High had ever seen was arriving to start the day.

She turned heads in the parking lot, as she did every morning, when she climbed out of her little cherry-red Camry. Miss Lana Lilly was five feet and nine inches of lithe, long-legged and firmly-toned beauty under her conservative pencil skirt and nylons, with full C-cups filling out the front of her white blouse. Her blonde hair was caught back from her heart-shaped face in a neat bun, and her understated but still fashionable square-rimmed spectacles did nothing to obscure her pale, aquiline, delicately-sculpted beauty, enhanced even more when her hazel eyes shone and her cheeks dimpled ever-so-slightly as she smiled at a passing student.

Slinging her purse over one shoulder and her jacket over an arm, the young teacher was the picture of sunny confidence and good cheer as her demure black pumps clicked along the pavement toward the school's main entrance. All around her, knots of boys and girls parted and reformed and eyes followed her. Some played with ill-disguised yearning over her body and lingered on the luscious rump that could just be discerned waggling back and forth under her skirt with every step. Others watched with a vague sense of frustration, or resentment, or jealousy, or (worse) envy-masquerading-as-disdain; that complicated cocktail of emotions that always roils in the wake of the prettiest girl in a crowd.

The effect she had on people wasn't lost on Lana, but this morning she ignored it all with long practise; nearly on autopilot, if the truth be told, as she bestowed a "Morning, Bobby!" here and a "Hi there, Lisa, hope you've been studying!" there as she made her way toward Barrymore Collegiate's hallowed halls. No, she had other things to think about than teenaged hormones. Worrisome thoughts that chased one another ceaselessly behind her bright facade.

There was of course the upcoming performance review with Principal Steele and his Veep, Jim Long, where she would find out if her work three months into her fledgling career as a teacher would be judged worthy of renewing her temporary contract in the fall. She was confident about that -- she knew her work was good and was pretty sure it would get a fair shake -- but a little anxiety was inevitable, nonetheless. That could be worked off with a good, brisk walking pace. Into the school, under the gold-and-green banners shouting GO BEARS! Nodding at the prune-faced Mr. Prentice (Chemistry) on her way into the staff room with its nacreous flourescent lighting, scuffed linoleum flooring and pea-green wallpaper. Step, step, step by step, set your purse down, hang your jacket, pour yourself a coffee, easy as pie.

And then there was the day. First of April, April Fool's Day, which her fellow teachers had warned her could be the source of endless, tiresome pranks from the youngsters, some of whom didn't seem to know that the window for pranks was supposed to close at noon. "My first April Fool's Day here was the longest teaching day of my life," the portly English teacher Mrs. Reudebaker had confided in her just last week, with one of those matronly smiles of hers that revealed tobacco-yellowed teeth and never quite seemed to reach her eyes. "Never did get those peanut sauce stains out of my favourite blouse. You want my advice, dress nice and plain."

No problem. Lana had followed that advice and steeled herself for the most trying of days from her students, taking some comfort in knowing that Barrymore Collegiate had a strict no-pranks-among-the-staff policy to take harassment from her colleagues off her mind. Now it was just a matter of pouring the coffee (using her Taylor Swift-inspired "Shake It Off" mug from Etsy), finding the creamers, stirring two of them in, adding two spoons out of the sugarbowl. Routine actions to settle the nerves.

But then, as she turned and smiled pleasantly at the somewhat rodent-faced French teacher whose name she could never remember -- DuBois? — then there were the other things. And as she took a seat in one of the ratty oatmeal-coloured armchairs the room sported as furniture around its down-at-heel coffee table, it was the other things that chased through her mind most of all, round and round and round.

Other things. The lonely sound of the phone ringing again and again as she called her father, her strictly Catholic father who'd disowned her six months ago when he discovered that she'd lost her virginity at college... and lost it to a boy who wasn't white. Hours worth, days' worth of futile ringing, of trying not to cry when a curt recorded voice finally cut in and said "You know what to do." BEEP.

Other things. Like the even lonelier sound of the automated message saying the number you are calling has been changed, which had left her sobbing in her living room five days ago, the full reality of her isolation from her family finally hitting her.

Other things. The stacks of unopened, unpaid bills on her kitchen counter. URGENT. PAST DUE. THIRD NOTICE. The hard-voiced messages on her answering machine leaving lengthy account numbers and demanding that she call right away. The fridge that held a scattering of condiments and a lonely carton of soy milk.

Other things. The depressingly tiny paycheques that had forced her to spend February deciding which bill she could pay down while letting the others wait. The desperate search through the online classifieds. The one item that had finally stood out, for a website called MeetEasy.com: Party Partner / Brand Management Associate.

Other things. The face of the dazzling brunette who'd interviewed her: bland, put-together, beautiful and inscrutable, with a pair of classic California silicone deposits pushing up her bust-line under her power suit. "Feel free to research us, we're the most professional firm of our kind in the Inland Empire region. I can promise you that you'll be completely secure and comfortable with us." The firm feeling of the handshake that had welcomed her aboard, and into a double life.

There were other things yet: like the subtly applied make-up around Lana's eyes that hid circles of fatigue. The way the hand holding her coffee shook slightly, and the way she was paler than she was used to being -- though most of her colleagues didn't notice it. But then she looked up and noticed more and more of the staff filing in, exchanged pleasantries with a few of them -- "How about that game last night?" with bluff, red-faced Coach Heenan -- and for a merciful moment the other things receded, submerging into a black hole of determinedly suppressed memory as Lana's cheery disposition turned up to maximum brightness.

Routine actions to settle the nerves, Lana... that's all you need.

And so she sipped at her coffee steadily as she relaxed in her armchair, trading jokes with the wiry little Drama teacher Mrs. Henderson, comparing fashion tips with the middle-aged and determinedly thin Mrs. Thurston, laughing along with one of Coach Heenan's boorish stories about beer, pizza and nights out with his buddies. Lana was well-liked in the staff room, or at any rate was pretty sure she was; possibly a side-effect of the retiree she'd been brought in to replace having been a notorious misanthrope without a tenth of Miss Lilly's youthful, photogenic charms. Half an hour passed in a flurry as the staff finished their donuts and danishes and perfunctory early-morning bickering before they headed "off to the salt mines," as Mrs. Henderson put it every morning. And just as with every morning, Lana smiled at the joke and gave her a little cheers with her mug.

Finally the mug was empty. The room was empty. A chime in the halls outside marked nine o'clock, the beginning of First Period. It was time. Lana got up, popped into the little staff ladies' room to check her hair and make-up and drink a sip of water from a paper cup, straightened her blouse and took a deep breath. The other things were thoroughly at bay, her most winning face thoroughly in place.

You've got this, Lana, she told herself silently in the mirror, took another breath and abruptly walked out, heading for the main office. It was time for her performance review, and she was ready to knock them dead.

* * *

"Got your lines down, Dick?" Principal Charleston Steele was grinning good-naturedly, his smile a jovial white slash across his craggy mahogany-toned features, as he joshed with the school Constable.

The beefy man with the impeccably-pressed uniform, jarhead haircut and salt-and-pepper mustache grinned back across the Principal's big oaken desk at him, looking unperturbed; Constable Richard Rodney hated being called "Dick," but he liked to think of himself as a man with a sense of humour and knew making a fuss over it was futile. "Don't worry about me, Old Man," he joked back instead. "Just hope your Alzheimer's doesn't kick in before we're through."

Steele threw his head back and gave a full throated baritone laugh. He was barely three years older than Rodney... but he was one of those guys who, according to people around him, seemed to almost have come out of the womb looking roughly fifty-ish and would likely leave the world the same way. Nevertheless he was muscled like a man half his age, the pipes under his sober dark suit jacket easily rivalling the bulging pecs and biceps of "Dick" Rodney. Every inch of the man radiated an easy confidence. "I'll try to remember that. How 'bout you, Jim?"

There was a brief pause as Steele and Rodney turned to look at office's third occupant, Vice Principal Jim Long, who echoed the laughter somewhat nervously. Short, portly, sweaty, and balding, his eyes obscured behind thick Coke-bottle lenses, he had always felt keenly the gap in charisma between himself and his athletic, hail-fellow-well-met Principal... much less the bull-necked Constable. He'd never been a high school basketball star in his youth like Steele, nor was he the former football monster and gung-ho ex-marine that Rodney kept reminding people he was. Jim had always been a science nerd, shy until his work had forced him not to be, mainly interested in Star Patrol and model spaceships. In the presence of guys like this, his belly felt fatter, his tan suit felt ill-fitting, his sweating seemed to get worse, everything about him felt put together just a little bit wrong.

But still, he was determined he'd hold up his end. "No problems here, gents," he said in his slightly squeaky, nasal voice. "If us nerds are good for anything, it's memorization. You know that."

"He's got us there," Dick laughed in a way that made the Vice Principal's weak smile falter... almost as if he were laughing more at than with.

Steele seemed not to notice it, though. "No doubt," he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Okay then, gentlemen, we'd better get our game faces on. She'll be here any minute now."

"Okay, then," Jim said... then paused and wet his lips. "Uhhh..."

"What's up, Jim." There was always something up with Jim. A flat note of impatience crept into Steele's voice.

"Well, it's just... do you suppose we should really, uhhh, go through with this?" Jim said, his voice growing uncertain and halting under the look of withering scorn the Constable turned on him. "It's just that... uhhh... well I did tell her that, that we had... ahhh... a no-pranks policy among... the staff..."

As the sentence wilted away under the glare of Dick Rodney's contempt, Steele came to the rescue with his best disarming smile. "Come on, Jim, you worry too much, man. It's harmless! And hell, we're giving her some darned good news on the other side of it, right? She's a good kid, got a solid head on her shoulders, she won't bat an eyelash, you'll see."

"Right." Jim pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, mopped his brow, licked his lips. Tucked it away again and repeated: "Uh... right. Of course you're right, Charlie."

"That's my job, man," Steele said easily with a wave of his hand. "Now come on, positions, guys. Let's have fun with this."

Charleston "Charlie" Steele loved nothing more than a good joke; he'd been something of a class clown in high school before he'd grown to his full six foot seven and his muscles had filled in, and the satisfaction of a prank well played had never left him ever since the day he and a couple of buddies had moved their coach's car around the corner on April Fool's Day and managed to convince him that the cops had towed it. The poor guy actually went down to the impound lot, he remembered with a warm glow of inner hilarity as he composed his face into its sternest expression. The stunt had earned him a month of Saturday detention, but good God had it been worth it.

He didn't have the heart to do anything that mean to Miss Lilly, of course, but he was sure the morning's prank would test her nerves a little. What was on the dance card for today was a "fake drug test" routine, an idea he'd gotten from chatting with Dick about an end-of-tour trick the Master Sergeant at Rodney's battalion HQ in Afghanistan had played on his unit. Their Top had told them that under new rules, all personnel had to pass a drug test to be admissible to return to the States, freaking a group of them out -- Rodney included -- who'd just had a meal earlier that day of naan-bread filled with poppy seeds and were dead sure they were going to test positive for heroin. In fact, the way Dick told the story they'd played the joke to the hilt, actually going through a whole morning's routine of administering the fake rapid-screening tests, bringing back the "positives" and regretfully informing the distraught marines they would have to wait for lab confirmation as the flight home left without them.

A couple of the men were actually weeping (though they'd never admit it!) by the time the Top had finally come into the tent, had a bugler belt out the Looney Tunes theme and shouted "April Fools, ladies!" at the top of his lungs. Dick and Charlie for their part were crying with laughter by the time the ex-jarhead cop got to the end of the story.

Charlie's version of the joke would be gentler, of course. And after their stern review and fake "drug test" -- supposedly just ordered by the governor's office -- they were all set to give Miss Lilly the good news that due to her excellent performance (and the departed Mr. Chisolm's worsening heart condition), the local Board was prepared to upgrade her fall contract from temporary to probationary status. It was the kind of news he loved giving new teachers and rarely had the opportunity to do; financially, Barrymore Collegiate had seen better days, and Lana Lilly was their most promising new hire in years.

He wanted to make her full initiation into the Barrymore Collegiate family a memorable one, a day they'd all look back on fondly. He wanted to see her sunny smile dawn a hundred watts brighter when he said the words "April Fools," was looking forward to the little hug she'd give him as they laughed together. And would her being so beautiful she takes your breath away have anything to do with that, you dirty old man? his subconscious lectured him. And yes, he'd have to admit it would.

But Charlie knew to a certainty that was a line he'd never step over; twenty-three years of happy marriage, still going strong, had made him a master of looking without the temptation to touch. About the most that would happen is that she'd give him a flash of that coy, dimpled smile and he'd go home and make love to his wife with redoubled ferocity that night... which of late had happened almost every other day. His better half had more reason to be glad that Lana Lilly had come to Barrymore than any woman on earth and didn't even know it.

His musings were cut short by the buzzing of the intercom on his desk: his secretary Mrs. Salinas. "Miss Lilly, she is here, Mr. Steele."

He hit the intercom button, shared a last grin with his partners in crime, then composed his face again and said: "Alright, Mrs. Salinas. Send her in, please."

* * *

The butterflies in her stomach had started up again during the few minutes of waiting for admittance to Mr. Steele's office. Lana had calmed them by chatting with the secretary Mrs. Salinas -- a forty-ish, elegant Latina beauty whose skin didn't look a day over twenty-eight, and who sported a well-kept body, proud breasts, long shiny tresses and a saucy smile -- who told stories of her home in Ecuador and learning to cook from her mother that were... a little hard to follow with her accent, and hard to pay full attention to, but certainly seemed heartfelt.

By the time Mrs. Salinas rang her through, Lana's smile and her confidence were fully in place. She knew both Jim Long and Charlie Steele as well as she knew anyone at the school, knew just what to say and how to act with them. She was holding all the cards.

Then Mrs. Salinas opened the door for her and she walked through into the warm-toned space of Steele's office... and as the door shut behind her, she suddenly realized that three figures were standing to greet her around the Principal's desk, not two.

And one of them was the School Constable, Richard Rodney.

Lana froze in mid-step, her smile vanishing as the other things came boiling back up unbidden.

The other things like nights spent partying with various sorts of businessmen visiting the city, one of a dozen constantly-rotating beauties in the MeetEasy.com stable of "Party Partners" and "Brand Management Associates" hobnobbing with potential investors in Riverside. The whirl of faces and restaurants and clubs. The one drink that became a couple, the couple of drinks that became a half a dozen, the half dozen drinks that led to a quick toke in the bathroom, that became in its turn a half-dozen tokes, or a quick line of white powder... or two, or three, or five.

The bleary attempts to keep her fatigue from showing the next day as the parties gradually became after-parties, the beautiful people lounging around and listening to music and dancing until sunrise tickled the edge of the sky... the heels coming off, the tight dresses coming down, the laughter getting louder, one girl or another vanishing into a bedroom with a promising client for reasons nobody present would acknowledge openly. The requests for her time under her pseudonym "Lucy Loveless" coming in thicker and faster as the website's patrons took a shine to Lana's tight, lithe form, her perfect face, her sweet smile and goofy sense of humour... and to the way her perfect ass looked when she shook and shimmied it to a hip-hop beat in her raciest thong underwear.

And then the other thing to end them all. The after-party two nights gone that had become... something else again. The vivid nightmare whirl of images that blitzed through her brain as she stared at Rodney and her racing thoughts finally resolved into the words: Why is he here?

And then into the even more terrifying words: Do they know?

Her blood roared in her ears as the three men stood staring at her in polite confusion. Finally she realized that Principal Steele had invited her to sit down three times already. She shook herself, forced a wan smile back onto her face and crossed her arms in an unconsciously vulnerable gesture across her midsection, embarking across a suddenly endless-seeming expanse of burgundy carpet toward the straight-backed wooden chair they were offering her. She felt so shaken, so unexpectedly exposed all of a sudden that it was an effort of will to keep her hand from trembling as she shook each of theirs as briefly as she could before sinking into the chair, fighting to keep her eyes away from Constable Rodney's burly form, to keep her breathing regular.


Miss Lilly's Spring Surprise



And smile, don't forget to smile, she reminded herself, and finding that the smile had slipped she plastered it back on as Principal Steele said something. Something she didn't catch. Her heart pounded as she asked: "Sorry, Mr. Steele, what was that?"

Steele frowned. "I said, are you feeling alright, Miss Lilly?"

"Oh yes, fine," she said, grinning for all she was worth. "Fine, fine, fine, thanks, just fine. Just fine. Thank you."

A treacherous trickle of sweat was making its way down between her shoulder blades as she felt the Constable's gaze boring into her. All their faces were so stern, so serious. The vibe in the room was a thousand times more icy and forbidding than she'd prepared herself for, even hostile. What could be wrong? She felt her breath quickening in panic, fought to steady it. They don't know. They... they can't know. Can they? Oh please God.

Jim Long was saying something. Something about performing... how she felt she'd performed. Turning away from the stony faces of Steele and Rodney, she pointed her smile at Long's confused-looking frown and said: "It's been a really positive few months for me, Mr. Long, thank you. I feel really good about being here."

Long's frown deepened as he said: "Uh... I'm glad to hear that, Miss Lilly, but the question was how do you feel your students have performed over the past three months."

I'm blowing it. The panicked thought skittered across her mind like a leaf dancing on undercurrents of hysteria. This is like a nightmare.

But she gamely kept her smile plastered on and said: "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant to say that it's been really, really positive for the students. For me and the students. I feel so good about being here with them, I feel like they're really adjusting to me, like, like they're getting to know me. And also that I'm getting to know them really well. It's been wonderful, I... I feel really... good about it. Them. The students."

As if against her will, her eyes were drawn back to Mr. Steele as she babbled -- finding his expression blank and frozen as a mahogany carving -- and then to the Constable. His gaze grabbed and held her, burning bright with suspicion, and with... something else. Elation? The excitement of having a criminal in his grasp? She saw the tension in the thick, bull-like neck that bulged above the collar of his uniform, the ferocious, almost angry clench to his jaw.

No, no, he can't know, they can't know. Get it together, girl! She yanked her focus back to Steele as he asked: "And would you say you have a good understanding of our school district's rules and regulations? Our expectations of student and parent responsibilities, staff conduct, that sort of thing?"

"Oh, absolutely!" she heard her voice skirl up and squeak, the word absolutely emerging far too loudly. She clapped her hands over a hysterical giggle, swallowed it, steadied herself and said: "Absolutely, thank you, Mister Steele. Everyone's been really helpful and supportive, I really feel like they've made it possible for me to do right by our student body. And to live up..." Her throat closed momentarily, but then she forced out the words: "... to live up to... to the moral standards our children deserve."

"Are you sure you don't want a glass of water, Miss Lilly?" Jim Long's nasal voice sounded concerned.

But she didn't have time to turn and address him before the Constable's voice cut in, harsh and demanding. "Can we talk a little more about that, Miss Lilly?"

She froze, looked back at him, found herself caught guiltily again by that predatory stare. Went for a casual tone: "Ah... about what?"

"Morals." Long and Steele were both looking at the Constable with hints of confusion, as if he were speaking out of turn, but she barely noticed it as his intense eyes held her trapped. "You see, we do have certain moral standards to uphold here at Barrymore Collegiate. Legal ones, too. Are you aware of the new Teacher Testing regulations?" She felt frozen, shook her head numbly as he went on: "Governor McBain's office brought them in just last month."

"Really?" She could hear how breathy and faint her voice was, fought to speak out more strongly: "I -- uhhh, no, I hadn't heard... anything about..."

"Just a formality, really," Steele said. She gratefully took the excuse to look back at him... except his flat eyes and stony visage were not much more encouraging than Rodney's. "We're required to follow up all temporary teacher contract evaluations with a mandatory drug test. Doesn't mean we don't have every confidence in you, of course... errr, Miss Lilly? Miss Lilly."

She was frozen again, as if encased in a bubble of shock. The words drug test rattled around in her whirling brain with the other things in a dreadful cacophony of guilt and dread. My God. They know. They must know. Oh my God. Steele repeated her name a couple times more before she was able to shake herself free of the paralysis, but all she could think to do was weakly echo: "Uh... drug test?"

"You know how it is," Jim Long said, perhaps trying to sound soothing -- with his permanently nasal monotone it was hard to tell -- as he got up and went over to a nearby bookshelf. She heard him pouring a glass full of liquid as he added. "Republican Senate and all. These are the times in which we live. Constable Rodney will escort you over to the nurse's office after we're done our interview, the tests are rapid-screening... so you should have the results within a few minutes. Preliminaries to lab confirmation, of course. Here, have some water."

Within a few minutes. Long pressed a cool tumbler of ice water into her hand. She couldn't suppress the tremors of fear that set it loudly shaking as she looked at it abstractly. A sudden, acute fantasy played across her mind of teleporting out of this room and leaving it all far behind; Lana Lilly had never felt more terribly cornered in her young life. After another trembling moment, she lifted the glass and gulped some of the water down, slamming the tumbler down abruptly on the desk in front of her, nearly spilling it before she righted it.

Jim Long was sitting back down on her right, the three men forming a dreadful phalanx of stern judgement around her. A feeling of doom descended on her... but there was nothing left but to play out the charade and pray. Plastering on what she felt must be her sickliest smile yet, she tried to approximate a resolute nod. "Okay, then," she said. "Okay. Rules are rules, I'm... I'm fine with that. Let's get on with it." At least if it's just the drugs...

A long moment drew out as the three of them stared at her. It seemed to last an eternity.

* * *

As he watched the exquisite Miss Lilly wriggle like a worm on a hook, it occurred to Constable Richard Rodney that he'd never seen anything go quite so horribly wrong... and yet feel so perfectly right.

For months, he's watched her in the hallways, seen her in the staff room. Swanning around with that supple young cock-teasing body as if she hadn't a care in the world, a molecule of appreciation for what the outline of her perky breasts and alluring ass were doing to the men around her. He'd fantasized about her, luridly, viciously, with the peculiar attention to detail that only a man who'd been divorced and sexless for six long years—save for the attentions of prostitutes—could muster.

He adored her. He hated her. He wanted her. He despised her. The imagined sounds of her squeals haunted night after night of feverish dreams about taking her tight pussy, violating her tighter arse, plugging her throat with his stiff, rampant prick and watching tears of shame streak down that perfectly-sculpted face. The imagined sounds of her shrieks of dismay and despair echoed through waking fantasies of putting her across his lap and spanking the fuck out of her like a wayward schoolgirl. Visions he'd been sure, in the depths of his soul, would never see the light of day.

And yet. Here she was. Clearly undone by the mere sight of him in the interview room. Befuddling Steele and Long with the sheer degree of her befuddlement, her strange behaviour throwing off the expectation the she would get through the interview unscathed. The possibility of her coming to pieces before they even got to the real prank had never occurred to any of them, not even Rodney.

The School Constable had seen hundreds of guilty students and lowlife perps in his time, all of them fighting valiantly to conceal the stamp of infamy that haunted their blighted little souls. He'd broken them all down, made them all confess. But none had ever looked more deliciously vulnerable, more utterly and obviously guilt-ridden, than this. Lana's fright shone from her sweet hazel-toned eyes like a beacon every time she dared to look at him... or was unable to stop herself from looking at him. And the words "drug test" had rung her like a bell, the vibrations still shuddering though that magnificent, slender young frame even now.

Dick Rodney realized that his cock was painfully hard as he contemplated the possibilities. The problem, he reflected, was what to do about it. Every fibre of his being screamed at him that here is an opportunity not to be missed, but he had to play it careful, keep the other two from getting spooked. A rush of excitement had prompted him to speak out of turn and introduce the drug test angle early, and now Steele and Long were clumsily steering the interview back toward something halfway resembling its planned course, like veteran airline pilots who'd just watched the nose of their plane come within inches of a mountaintop. Steele had to know, just like Rodney, what he was seeing... but he liked the girl, he loved his wife, he was clearly regretting his ostensibly magnificent prank and fumbling for a graceful way to just get this over with. He wouldn't push this situation where it needed to go, not on his own. And that yellow-bellied tub of guts Long was sweating more than the bitch was, he looked like he might fold and give away the whole game any second.

We can't have that. Rodney's mind raced as he watched them half-heartedly quiz Lilly about her understanding of the reasons behind Common Core standards, watched her fumble and stutter and babble her way through her answers as her terrified eyes kept flickering back to his. He was putting together pieces, slotting a strategy into place. How to take control of the situation?

Scanning back through the last few minutes, he realized something. The "drug test" thing had obviously given away that she had some not-so-legal extracurricular activities going on... but she had been terrified before that came up. The way she'd frozen initially and looked like she might bolt had to be down to something more than the drugs, something deeper. He ran the conversation forward in his mind again... paused it at the point where she'd seemed to actually choke on getting out a phrase about "morals." He'd exploited the opening but hadn't really thought through how strange it was; the kids of her generation didn't see drugs as a moral issue, they were just afraid of the heat. So what... what...

... ah. What indeed.

Light bulb. He kept his expression carefully steady as triumphant understanding pumped through him, stiffening his prick even more. Temp teachers don't make much, and what's a beautiful girl to do when she's hard-up for cash... except just what they've always done? Well, well, Miss Lilly who looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. You've been naughty. Rodney had worked a couple years in Vice before his move to the School Liaison Unit. His mind raced through the cases he'd worked, rifled through the various escort and dating services he'd seen used as fronts, put together a guess about what might make her most terrified of possible discovery... and there was really only one possibility.

A rough scaffolding of guesswork, but it was educated guesswork, and intuition told him that he had enough to run a solid bluff. The thought came with decision hard on its heels. Abruptly, the Constable sat up ramrod straight and forward on his chair and slammed a palm down on the desk beside him.

The interview cut off as if he'd flipped a switch. All three of the others were looking at him, Steele in confusion, Long in trepidation... and Miss Lilly, of course, in outright doe-eyed terror. Rodney gave the Principal a level look and said: "I think it's time to end this charade, don't you?"

Steele looked blankly back at him, clearly trying to figure out what angle he was working. But Dick was a man he trusted, he'd be willing to play along for a while and figure out the shot as he went... and that's all the Constable needed. After a moment, he gave a silent, acquiescent nod.

Rodney snapped his attention over to Jim Long, who looked so pale and sweaty he might almost be ill. Catching the Vice Principal's gaze, he gestured at Steele and said: "You heard the Principal. Let's cut to the chase. Lock the door if you please, Jim."

Long hesitated, shot a pleading look at the Principal. But Steele just nodded, and picking up on Rodney's cue, he leaned forward and punched the intercom button on his phone. "Mrs. Salinas," he said quietly. "No calls, please. We're absolutely not to be disturbed until we complete Miss Lilly's review."

The Constable turned back to Miss Lilly as Jim Long got up to lock the office door. A flash of alarm shot through him as he saw her eyelids fluttering, her body going rigid as if she might be about to vomit, or faint, or both. Oh no, you don't. You're not cutting the fun short before it starts, bitch. Suddenly affecting solicitousness, Rodney got up from his chair and quickly grabbed the glass of ice-water she'd set down, raising it to her lips.

"Easy now, Miss, calm down," he said as he tilted the glass up, relief washing through him as her throat started to work, swallowing down one gulp, two, three. "There, that's better. That's better. Steadier now, yes?" As he set the glass back down, her eyes came back into focus and found his. She looked dazed... and far from reassured by what was looking back at her. As well she shouldn't be. But aloud he said: "You've got nothing to fear if you tell the truth, Miss Lilly. We're here to help, and I promise you'll get a fair shake from us. But we do need to clear the air here, now don't we?"

As he sat back down, her arms wrapped protectively around her ribcage. She opened her mouth, closed it, put her head down as she tried to escape the Constable's merciless basilisk glare.

Rodney let the steel creep back into his voice. "You've been acting queer since you walked into this room, Miss Lilly. Specifically since you walked into this room and saw me. You know that, don't you."

She wrapped her arms tighter, the picture of misery as she gave a single convulsive nod.

"So, why might that be? Any ideas?"

Wiping away the beginnings of tears, the young blonde beauty fought to rally her courage. Sitting up a little straighter, trying on a sickly facsimile of her sunny smile, she said: "Oh just... I think... it's maybe just kind of a misunderstanding, Mister... uhhh, Officer Rodney, you know? I just, I had a poppy-seed bagel for breakfast and when you said about the drug test... you know, I've heard about false positives and stuff, just... just kinda made me nervous..."

She trailed off as he looked back at her stonily. He let her sweat for a moment or two more before he said: "You know, that's what I might have thought." Like a cat toying with its prey, he waited to see the tiniest glint of hope come back into her eyes before he quashed it: "If I didn't already know better."

Lana blanched, her eyes going wide. "I... uhh, I don't know what you—"

"Did it occur to you to think why I might be here?" He let just a touch of the true ugliness of what he was feeling show in his voice now. "Do you really think they call in the School Constable for performance reviews? In the event of a drug test, don't you think Nurse Milne could just come here and get you herself? Why do you think I needed to be here?"

He felt Steele and Long's confused eyes on him now, wondering where he was going with this, but he kept his focus on the quivering bitch with laser intensity. As far as he was concerned, as far as she was concerned, there was nothing in this room and this moment but the little piggy and the Big Bad Wolf. And I'll huff, and I'll puff... he thought with a touch of glee as he got up from his chair, stepped over, leaned in near her and said, pitched for a terrible intimacy but just loud enough for the others to hear:

"We know."

Those two words produced a remarkable effect in her. On the one hand, the tension seemed to bleed out of her, the quivering of her taut body abating as if in profound relief. On the other hand, something behind her eyes seemed to break, or go suddenly absent, as if she might be sleepwalking or have stepped outside her own body. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow as she looked at Rodney's brutal face close to hers, and spoke a single word:

"Oh."

* * *

A curious thing happened to Lana Lilly's mind when the words "We know" struck it, hauling her greatest fear into the light. Part of her stayed back in that office, breathing air thick with dread at the brutish expression of the Constable hovering over her, yet floating inside a curious sense of release... and part of her went swirling down, down, down into memory, into the dark heart of the event at the core of all the other things she'd been keeping at bay.

It had been two nights before. Three days after she'd listened to an automated voice tell her the number you are calling has been changed, three days after she'd discovered she was alone in the world. She'd been floating in shock ever since, plastering a smile on her face, going through the motions, waiting through long days in the classrooms until she could get home and put on the garish make-up and thong underwear and tight sequined mini-dresses of her alter ego, Lucy Loveless.

This time out the party had been at a bar called the Rancho Rivera. She'd been the "Party Partner" of a muscular, virile-looking Mexican man who called himself Sonny, with a crooked grin and smoldering eyes and the pecs of an Adonis. One look at him had reminded her of Marco, the guy at college she'd lost her virginity to, the guy who'd prompted her own father to call her a "whore" and a "slut" and a "disgrace to the family" and to disown her, never speaking to her again.

The loneliness, the shock, the tequilas they'd consumed shot by shot, the lines of cocaine they snorted in the bathroom... the resentment of her father's abandonment. She could see it all fitting together in her mind's eye like a mosaic of depravity, all the circumstances that had combined to drive her wild.

And wild she had gone. As the party had segued into the after-party and they found themselves back at Sonny's spacious loft condo shaking their asses to Mexican rap music, her dress had come off in record time, and she'd flirted almost manically with Sonny and his half-dozen friends, winding a perfect ass adorned by a tiny pink thong, shaking her plump titties at them from underneath her tiny pink half-bra, losing herself in their hollers and their crude, suggestive comments and in Sonny's dark, lascivious eyes. The beat had thrummed through her like it never had before, making her tight young pussy moist and her body tingle as she'd run her hands all over it, her troubles forgotten.




Miss Lilly's Spring Surprise



She'd promised herself in the beginning that she would never be one of those girls disappearing into a bedroom for reasons everyone knew and no-one talked about... but that night was different. Floating in strangeness. When Sonny had taken her hand, she'd followed him without resistance, another of his friends coming behind them with another girl in tow, a petite big-breasted brunette in a little black dress -- her name was Chrystie -- with lots of ink and a faux-hawk haircut, classic California tan and dazzling green eyes and a vivacious grin.

It had gotten hot and heavy right away. Luxuriating in Sonny's deep kisses, Lana could almost pretend she was back in sweet Marco's arms... although Marco had never actually ripped her dress and panties off... or forced her to knees... or slapped her and called her a "puta" while forcing his dick down her throat and revelling in the gasping and gurgling sounds she'd made. She'd begun to feel flutters of fear at that point, but they'd been distant signals in the haze of booze and drugs.

It had gotten weirder. Sonny and his friend had demanded that she and Chrystie wrestle for their entertainment. Clearing a space on the spacious bedroom floor and laying down a sheet of plastic they'd apparently brought for this purpose, the two men had laughed and cheered as the hotties grappled awkwardly, splashing their nubile forms periodically with baby oil as they shouted things like "Spank that bitch!" and "Put your fingers in her cunt!" At a certain point they started throwing dildoes into the "ring," and Lana had found herself plowing Chrystie's dripping pink folds with a big black rubber cock while the busty beauty had moaned and cried the words "Don't" and "stop" over and over.

Then the dildoes had been replaced with real cock: the girls taking it doggy-style as they faced each other and gasped their passion into one another's mouths and looked into one another's glassy eyes; Chrystie taking both cocks in both holes as Lana was forced to periodically lick and suck them clean; Lana getting her own introduction to anal as Sonny had abruptly shoved her to her back, spread her legs wide as they'd go and brutally ground his throbbing manhood into her tightest place as her eyes had rolled back in her head.

Needless to say, Marco's sweet memory wasn't in the room with her by that point. Instead, with each of Sonny's dominating thrusts into her poop-chute, she heard her father calling her a "whore" and a "slut" and a "disgrace to the family." She'd been crying by the time his hot seed had flooded her back passage and he'd left her lying on the floor to pull herself together. "Get your shit together and get lost," he'd told the pair of exhausted, fucked-out beauties, and Lana had heard something click as he had walked away.

That had been when she looked up... and finally saw the camera that been trained on them from a corner of the room the whole time.

She and Chrystie had shared a look of panic, started protesting they hadn't agreed to be recorded -- but Sonny's friend had assured them it was "just for a private collection" and that if their agency really wanted the footage, they could sue for it. Lana hadn't yet mustered up the guts to ask the agency about it, and she doubted Chrystie had either. Lana had spent the whole next day at work wondering if that footage had been uploaded to the Internet... but today she had resolved to stop wondering. Until she'd seen the Constable.

As she said, "Oh," she realized that this had never been about a mere performance review. This was going to be about whether she kept her job at all. That sinking feeling of dread became all-pervasive as she watched Constable Rodney watching the realization set in... but at least now she knew what was truly at stake here.

"Yes, oh," he echoed her mockingly. "There's always a camera around when you least expect it, isn't there? And they always tell you they're going to... let me guess here... 'keep it for a private collection,' right?"

She hesitated, then gave a fragile nod. Looked around at Principal Steele, whose stony expression had given way to one of sudden sadness... a look of profound and utter disappointment that shook her more profoundly even than Rodney's bullish aggression. Lana suddenly felt tears of shame flooding her eyes, looked abruptly down again, huddling away from the Constable's looming presence.

"Constable, uhhh... what are you--" Jim Long was starting to say, sounding confused, but Steele cut him off abruptly.

"Miss Lilly, I want you to understand you're making a very grave confession here." His baritone voice was as hard and serious as she'd ever heard it. "A confession of moral conduct unbecoming an educator. I want you to tell us why it happened. I want the story from your perspective."

She felt rather than saw Rodney take a small step back as the Principal spoke. And finally, looking up and at her Principal again, she felt a sense of desperate gratitude -- maybe it would buy her some goodwill if she told him all that had happened, why he'd seen what he had seen in that disgusting recording, maybe it would save her job. Because she realized now that if she lost this job, she'd be lost in California working as nothing more than the last thing her father called her: a whore, whatever pretty phrases the "agency" might dress it up in. This was her last window into legitimate life, real life—at least in this moment it certainly felt that way—and it was closing fast.

And just like that, it all came pouring out. She burst into tears, told the story in between sobs, her voice barely coherent as she described being cut off her family, searching for extra income, the double life she'd started leading a month ago, the way it had spiralled out of control, how degraded she felt when it had finally crossed the line into sex for money. "I swear I never thought it would get that far," she gulped between sobs as she came to that part, to the end, as the Principal quietly handed her some tissues. "I know how disappointed you must be in me, Mister Steele, I know and I am sooo sorry, please I can't lose this job I've got to keep this job I'll quit the agency tonight I'll do anything..." And the last syllable dissolved into a fresh round of sobs: "thhiii-hiiii-hiiii-hiiing..."

"I think you're forgetting something, Miss Lilly," Rodney's iron-hard voice intervened again.

Something in his tone, even colder than before, brought her fear welling back up and choked back the tears as she looked up at him, still standing uncomfortably close. And for the first time, she could clearly see the outline creasing the front of his pants, the massive hard-on he was no longer bothering to conceal. A dreadful premonition suddenly took hold of her as she looked at that massive tubular lump and then back up at his face, biting her lip. Oh my God... please no...

"You're forgetting," he went on, stepping closer until she could feel the heat of his crotch near her pretty face: "That you've got a job to do before you get to beg Charlie over there for your job. You have to convince me not to arrest you for soliciting. And you're going to have to work very hard to convince me."

She gulped as she wiped away her tears, her stomach churning as she looked at the straining zipper now right next to her face, then up at the cop's brutal countenance once more. "You... you don't mean..."

"Oh yes," he chuckled. "I mean. You know what to do, Miss Lilly. You want your freedom, don't you? If you want that, you know what to do."

Time seemed to slow as her brain went blank with horror. This can't be happening. I'm having a nightmare. This can't be happening. He can't make me do this. She looked around at the other two men, waiting desperately for one of them to shout "April Fools!" or something... but they both looked as if they'd been cast in wax, frozen, watching the scene play out like some kind of waking dream. Then one of Rodney's powerful hands caught her by the chin and brought her attention back around, his tumescent crotch looming in front of her.

"Last chance," he said. "You make me wait any longer and the cuffs come out. Come on, now... you know what you need to do. You know what you need to do."

He kept repeating those last seven words almost hypnotically, and Lana realized that this was really going to happen, that she really was being left with no choice. Oh God, please... just get me through this, somehow. Miserably, she reached for the fly on the school cop's slacks, praying it would be over with quickly...

* * *

This can't be happening. Charleston Steele watched the scene play out, feeling frozen, as if he'd stepped into a parallel dimension. But it was all very real: the adorable Miss Lilly looking helplessly up at Constable Rodney as she pulled down his fly and demurely dug his hard cock out of his briefs, the eight inches of ramrod flesh swinging free like a yard-arm as she took it in hand, still looking up at her tormentor for a reprieve. The look of dissociation in her eyes as she finally began to kiss and lick it, running her pink tongue wetly across its veiny underside, then opening up as wide as she could to cross that final threshold and take the cop's broad, uncircumcised cockhead into the warm wetness of her mouth.

And just like that, he was watching the insanely fetching Lana Lilly, who'd haunted his nights and his fantasies for weeks, sucking cock like a porn star. Running her fingers over Rodney's shaft and hanging balls as she worked up a wet, slurping, gulping rhythm, her spit running down his prick and dripping from her chin as she looked up at the bastard who was forcing her to debase herself, a curiously innocent eagerness to please now visible in her expression -- or maybe just a desperate hope that it would be over with quickly. Something about her demure spectacles and the conservative bun in her hair made the whole scene even more erotic.

Dick, for his part, was keeping up a sotto voce running commentary: "Yeah, you like the way that dick tastes, don't you bitch... suck it... suck that dick... deeper, bitch, you wanna make me happy, don't you... swallow it down, you fucking slut... yeah, lots of spit... just like that..."

The cop's meaty fingers were wrapping themselves in her blonde locks now, hastily pulling her hair free of its bun so he could better dig his fingers in and hold her head in place as he started to pump his hips, fucking the winsome young teacher's face. Her gulps and slurps grew louder as he took control, fresh tears of distress starting to stream down her cheeks in little runnels of mascara as he pumped his prick further and further into her throat, until finally he had her gagging loudly and struggling to breathe as he buried her nose in his pubes and rested his balls on her dripping chin, her eyes practically popping out of her head as she choked on the intrusion.

"Yeah... just like that... just swallow that dick, bitch... what, you want air? You want air? Push your tongue out and lick my balls like a good little whore if you want air..."

I've got to stop this, part of the Principal's brain told him. This is fucking insane, that's got to be clearly audible from outside the office. He dutifully fired off instruction for his limbs to move, his voice to work, his eyes to tear themselves away from the degrading throat-fuck of the sexy young teacher... but all the blood in his body seemed to have concentrated itself in his engorged cock, and nothing else seemed to respond. Charlie could only watch as poor Miss Lilly gurgled, gulped and snivelled, then gamely pushed out her tongue to lick at Dick Rodney's balls as she was forced to deep-throat his cock... until finally he pulled back and let her go, the young beauty gasping as the wet prick popped out of her throat and she hauled in oxygen.

Her reprieve was short-lived, though; soon enough Dick was proffering his balls to her mouth and demanding that she suck them. The little whimper of misery she let out as she complied, with fresh tears staining her face as the first salty testicle popped into her mouth and played over her tongue, was what finally broke Charlie's paralysis and jolted him into action.

Later he would remember vividly that he was thinking Enough is enough! as he got up and stepped around his desk. He was certain that his purpose was to grab Dick by the shoulder and drag him off, ask him what the hell he was doing, proffer Miss Lilly his deepest apologies and explain the whole misunderstanding, to salvage some dignity out of the whole prurient mess. He could visualize what he'd intended, what he'd been sure he meant to do.

But a funny thing happened as he stepped toward the pair. Dick had looked over at him with a big, conspiratorial grin and said: "Hey, look who's here, bitch. Looks like you got another cock to please." And as he'd let the blonde's tear-streaked face up from under his balls and turned her head toward the advancing Principal, her eyes had fixated on the bulge in his slack and gone wide. And suddenly, with a muttered prompt from Dick along the lines of "get to it, slut," she was grabbing at Charlie's cock with her free hand, massaging his aching member through the fabric of his pants... and suddenly, with an intensity of sensation washing out from his throbbing prick like a current of low-level electric shock, his thoughts had seemed to scramble and his good intentions shredded away, subsumed to the immediate, pulsating drive of his manhood.

And so he'd done nothing but look down at her, breathing raggedly as she looked up at him with demure, achingly vulnerable eyes behind those slightly-fogged glasses and worked down his fly, her nimble fingers reaching in and fumbling with the folds of his boxers until her palm made searing contact with the naked flesh of his prick. He drew in a breath with a sharp hiss as she hauled out all ten glorious ebony inches of his circumcised hard-on, the first person other than his wife in years to feast her eyes on the powerful pussy-stuffing cudgel that had tamed cheerleaders by the dozen in his younger days before he'd settled down.

Lana gasped as if marvelling at its size, looking up at him with something like fear suddenly shining in her eyes as she stroked it... spat on it... and with no further ado, stretched her jaws wide to jam as much of that prime African-Amercian beef as she could manage into the velvety wet warmth of her mouth and throat. "Ckkhhhh glllckhhh hhhckhhhh cllkhhhhh..." she said as she sucked, swirling her tongue deliciously up and down his shaft, going all the way up as her hand twisted and stroked at him and her spit slopped all over his veiny length, teasing the head and licking the pre-cum from its slit and then driving back down to gulp and slurp and slobber her way toward the base.

Goddamn she's amazing... fuck... part of his mind babbled in bliss as she sucked. Her heard himself groan in disappointment as her mouth was abruptly yanked off his prick as Dick's hard-on reclaimed it, the girl slurping and coughing and gobbling graphically as she was unceremoniously throat-fucked a second time, her free hand pulling desperately at Charlie's pud all the while, keeping him on the razor's edge of desire as he heard a growl emerge from deep in his throat. After a while he finally took matters in his own hands, reaching over to grab a handful of Lana's hair as Dick Rodney laughed, yanking her warm, wet mouth back over to be used by his prick... and before he knew it he was making her gag and spit and writhe as he shoved it deeper and deeper in her throat, using her mouth like a cunt, fucking it brutally, his balls slapping her chin as she gurgled and gasped helplessly beneath him.

"Take that dick, bitch, take it all you fucking whore, take it," he heard a deep voice chanting, and realized with a shock that it was his own. A corner of his brain gabbled at him forlornly that this was wrong, it was hateful, it was exploitation. But its efforts only made his cock harder, the language coming out of his mouth dirtier and more degrading, as if the thrill of taboo were fuelling a beast that had lain coiled and quiescent within him for too long. "Swallow that fucking dick, filthy little fucking cunt, you want to get used like the little whore you fucking are, don't you..." The insults and degrading phrases spooled out of him almost on autopilot as the bitch choked on his massive ten-incher and her flawlessly pretty face went red.

The bitch. Yes, somewhere he'd crossed a tipping point, it had suddenly become natural to think of her this way. Of course she's a bitch... dirtly little cock-tease, stringing us all along in the day while she played the whore by night... just getting what she deserves, filthy little slut... The corrupting thoughts seemed to wash out from his spit-slathered prick as he forced her to swallow it over and over again before he felt a churning begin to stir deep in his balls and, trying to delay the inevitable, he handed her back over to Dick. That's right bitch, one dick after another, suck them... suck them...

Time seemed to speed up suddenly as one of them -- Charlie couldn't remember which -- told the bitch to "get comfortable," then watched her blearily pull off her blouse and bra and fumble with the zipper on her skirt as she was forced to choke on the Principal's and the Constable's big dicks in turn. Dick and Charlie in turn had doffed their jackets and shirts and ties, dropped and kicked away their slacks as the room began to heat up with the sexual friction. It seemed to come suddenly that she was stripped down to her nylons and lacy white thong panties, her perky breasts with their big pink nipples bare and frame a river of slopping spittle from the epic double-fellatio session as her eyes rolled back in her head.

One of them, Charlie couldn't remember which, told her roughly to play with her pussy and get it ready for their dicks -- another sense of an invisible boundary being crossed there, but by then the train was going full-tilt and the brakeman was nowhere to be found -- and he remembered a savage intensity heating up the way he was thrusting his cock into her throat as he looked down and saw her kneeling up on the chair, her back arching and her fingers slipping down the front of her stockings and her panties as his big black nuts slapped wetly against her chin.

She started to moan around their cocks then, her firm young body writhing as her fingers strummed her budding clit and probed her wet pink folds. He found himself imagining the tight wetness of the channel those fingers were pumping into, then realizing he didn't have to imagine anything. And Charlie had come to an abrupt decision, giving her mouth back over to Dick as he walked around behind the bitch, yanking her wriggling hips back toward him and rrrrripping away the flimsy protection of her nylons from her pert rear and sopping panties... then tearing the panties with the force of total, imperative agency, flinging the shredded underthings away behind him as he lined up his cock with the bitch's dripping gash.

"Mmmmmhmmmphhh," she moaned, pulling her fingers away as she felt his broad cockhead probing the wet, hungry mouth of her cunt. Charlie dug his fingers into the soft skin of her hip, gritted his teeth, pulled back... and then drew a cock-stifled scream from the slut as he sheathed his full length in her tight, hot wetness with one single, domineering stroke: "MMMMHHHMMMPHHHHHH!"

He felt her spasming wetly around him, her juices sluicing all over his diamond-hard shaft and hanging balls as she wriggled and squealed like a stuck pig. He heard laughter, himself and Dick Rodney laughing as they speared her to the utmost at both ends, the bitch choking and gurgling and cumming all over the big black cock as it stretched out her tight, juicy little cunt. He savoured the sensation as her vaginal muscles gripped and gripped and gripped, milking him as her juices came squirting out around him again, again, again as she screamed and squealed all over the Constable's dick... until finally the tremors subsided into quivering and trembling, and he gave her ass a sharp slap and started his hips into motion, listening to the squelching sounds from her clutching cooze as he began to fuck it slowly, rhythmically, delighting in her moans as his massive anaconda began to withdraw and invade, withdraw and invade, mastering her over and over again with each thrust as her sloppy sex was driven mercilessly toward another climax.




Miss Lilly's Spring Surprise



"Yeah, bitch," he grunted as he fucked, all his gentle feelings for the slut boiled away in the crucible of forced sex as he gloried in taking and taking and taking what he wanted. "Take it all, whore... take that fucking dick... take it all..."

* * *

Jim Long had watched it all play out in front of him like a hallucination, the sweat pouring off him until he felt like he might melt away into a puddle right there. He had doffed his blazer and was hastily wiping the perspiration out of his eyes as poor Miss Lilly started to suck the Constable's ramrod-stiff prick, he was watching in disbelief as Principal Steele joined in instead of stopping it... and he was steadfastly ignoring the sizable tent in his own slacks as he tried to work up the guts to say something, to do something.

Then Charlie had walked around behind her, shredded her nylons and ripped off her panties... and tossed the latter behind him, straight into Jim's face.

He sat there stunned for a moment with the panties hanging off his glasses, just inhaling the sweet scent of her, knowing in that moment that he was lost. Finally he reached up, took hold of the torn lacy undergarment and held its sopping gusset to his nose, breathing deeply as his other hand finally got about investigating what was going on in his slacks. He had his short, chubby prick out for stroking by the time he tongued the fabric, the sweet flavour of feminine nectar redolent on his tastebuds as he watched Miss Lana take a full ten inches of hard black cock in her dripping, clutching cunt.

Guilt roiled in his guts as he watched, knowing that what he was seeing was wrong, was evil -- but it didn't stop him from wrapping those torn panties around his prick and revelling in the silken friction as he watched Miss Lilly get brutally pounded from both ends, squealing and wriggling as she sucked cock for all she was worth. He felt dizzy when, after several minutes of hard, deep thrusting, he saw the Principal pull out abruptly -- as if trying to preserve his load -- and watched her pussy squirt wetly all over the floor once, twice, three times... four.

A moment later, Dick Rodney was hauling her up from the chair and kicking it away, hooking his arms under her knees as she wrapped her slender arms around his bullish neck, forcing a deep, probing tongue-kiss on the sexy young blonde as he unceremoniously planted her wet cunt on his stiff prong. She gave little gasps into his mouth as he started to rut into her wet depths... then gave out a moan as she felt Charlie moving in behind her.

No way, thought Jim manically, bending forward for a better view. He's not going to...

Oh yes, he was going to. Lining up his enormous black meat-stick with the tight rearward pucker of her arse, Charlie Steele grimaced as he began to probe the girl's yielding, rubbery sphincter, drawing a guttural moan of abandon from her as she loosed her arms from around Rodney's shoulders and leaned back against his muscular chest. Circling around between the torrid threesome and the Principal's desk, angling for the best view he could get, Jim suddenly caught her eye as she looked languidly at him, her eyes glazed and distant behind those incongruous glasses as if in the grip of some drug -- and his heart nearly stopped as he saw her lazily put a hand up to her soft, pouty lips and bite down on a knuckle as Charlie began to maul her breasts with one hand while his massive tool, lubed with spit and pussy juice, began to force its way up her tightest place.

"Mmmmhhhnnggghhhh..." she moaned sensually, her eyes rolling back in her head as Charlie started to thrust his way inward in time with the urgent thrusts of Dick Rodney pummelling her dripping cooze. One inch, three inches, five, more... her moans grew deeper and wilder as the double-barrelled plundering of her tight young nether holes grew fuller and deeper, until both her paramours were sheathed balls-deep inside her, grunting and rasping like primates on the veldt competing to show their female which of them was strongest, most dominant, most brutal.

They were both growling at her amid the slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh, calling her vile names, telling her she was a "skank" and a "bitch" and a "dirty fucking whore" and a "filthy little fuckslut." But from what Jim could see, it only seemed to heighten the pitch of her pleasure, her back arching as she writhed under the double pounding and her taut body glistened with sweat. As they used her more and more roughly, she leaned back and sucked on Charlie's tongue lasciviously, then began breathily urging on both men, gasping and grunting in time with their hard, searching thrusts as the double ravishment went on and on."Ohhhh... uhhhhgghhhhh-uughhh-ughhh-ughhhh-UGHHH... give me those cocks ohhhh ffffuuck... pound my pussy FUCK my fucking aaahhh-assss I'm gonna cuhhhuuummm... ughhh-ughhh-ughhh-ughhh-UGHHH-I'm-gonna-CUMMMM... ahhhhaahhhhh.... NNNNNGH-HHHNNNGHHHHHH!"

She stuffed her fist into her mouth to muffle her screams as she exploded wetly all over Dick Rodney's pistoning prick, the Constable gritting his teeth as his ability to hold out reached its limit. "Fuck, that's it," he grated. "Too fucking good, I'm gonna lose it..."

"Agghhhh, me too," Charlie concurred as his thrusts into her poop-chute grew faster and wilder.

"My mouth," she begged. "Please I want it ughhh-ughhh-ughhhh in my fucking mouth I wanna taste it..."

They hastily obliged her, pulling free from her spasming holes as she slid to her knees between them, both men grimacing as they rubbed their wets glans all over her, wanking themselves rapidly until fountains of hot, slimy jizz erupted all over her slavering tongue and painted her pretty features like some kind of prurient abstract painting, bullet after bullet of cum splattering her until her mouth was overflowing and face and throat were coated and she bright ropes of spunk dripping from her glasses and her chin and dappling her perky tits and tangled in her sweat-sodden hair. She swallowed it down avidly, her hands roaming all over trying to catch the dripping, streaming slime and gather it in fingerfuls for tongue to lap up, as if she were in a cum-eating frenzy, desperate to get every available drop of it down her gullet, even taking off her specs and licking them saucily before tossing them away into a corner of the office with a loud clatter.

Jim's cock was almost on the point of bursting as he watched it all play out, watched as Lana took hold of the slackening cocks of her ravishers and cleaned them with her mouth, milking their last drops of jism from them in the process as both men basked in the afterglow of their mad act of passion. She looked the picture of willingness to Jim; even the glazed, dissociated deadness of her eyes looked to him like a patina of wild lust as he held his cock in hand, afraid even to stroke it as he watched her, the last dregs of his guilt melting away as his mind served up the thought: She really loves it. The slut really loves it! And a pang of jealousy went through him as he suddenly wondered: So why shouldn't I have some?!

The ache in his hard-on was palpable. Jim wasn't a man who enjoyed the kind of energetic sex life at home that Principal Steele was always telling him about; in point of fact his wife, not the most passionate of women even in the flower of youth, now hardly touched him twice a year. If Charlie had succumbed to Miss Lilly's charms, he was reasoning to himself, what was poor old Jim Long to do? He practically had no choice. It's only fair... and just look at her! She must want it! She totally does!

Coming out of his reverie, Dick Rodney looked over at Jim, his eyes clearing as his mouth spread wide in a mocking grin that would have bugged the Vice Principal in a different situation. But it didn't bother him now. He was too focused on the flushed, sweaty form of Lana Lilly as the Constable said to her: "Nice work, Miss Lilly. Not too bad at all. But don't forget... there's one more member of the panel you need to satisfy."

Miss Lilly was suckling peaceably at the head of Charlie's slackening cock as Dick Rodney said the words and pointed. Lana looked over, saw Jim leaned against the Principal's desk with his six inches of manly glory gripped in his fist... and her expression went briefly blank, her body going rigid as her skin turned a shade paler. She threw a suddenly sickly look up at the Constable, who just nodded and gestured, get to it.

In a different, saner frame of mind, Jim Long would have been able to read the reflexive revulsion she'd betrayed in that moment. But awash in the sexual atmosphere and addled by his own lust, the sweaty fat man's mind rationalized that she'd been momentarily in awe of the unexpected girth of his member -- which in fairness was indeed unusually fat and bulbous for its length -- and he was more than happy to let himself be taken in by the naughty smile she forced herself to wear as she crawled over to him, more than happy to ignore the way that smile didn't reach her vacant gaze as she knelt at his feet.

As she reached out and took his bulbous prick in hand, Jim gave a groan, leaning back and abandoning himself to her expert attentions. For long minutes he luxuriated in the stroking of her fingers, her touch light and exquisite... but his groans grew louder as he started to thrust his hips, one hand reaching down to rub his chubby fingers through her sweat-slicked, matted hair as he tried to urge her mouth toward him, yearning for that warm, wet embrace the other two men had already sampled so thoroughly.

At first he felt her go stiff, as if resisting. But then the Constable said laughingly from behind her: "Come on, bitch, you know what you need to do." The resistance in her neck stiffened even further for a brief moment, but on a second urging from the Constable it finally crumbled.

Jim Long himself was oblivious to the mighty pong of sweat that Lana Lilly had to grimace her way through to get to his cock, and even more oblivious to the way she had to fight for air against the sharp stink of him as she spread her mouth wide to accommodate his thick, ugly prick. All he knew was that the warm wetness of her mouth felt like heaven as it enveloped him. He gritted his teeth, putting both hands on her shapely skull as he pressed her mouth firmly down, grinning with pleased surprise as he felt her convulsing as her nose pressed into his reeking pubes and she came to the verge of gagging and retching.

Huh, didn't think I was that long, he thought abstractly to himself as he revelled in the sensation... then, holding her head in place, he began to waggle and thrust his hips, his full belly jiggling like an enormous pudding as he began to fuck her face the way he'd seen the others do. "Glllucckhh gllaackkhh aaggllhcckhhh ugghhlccckhhhh," she gulped miserably around his prick, the sounds carrying unmistakable notes of disgust and rejection that were completely lost on him as he forced his member to the back of her throat, thoroughly enjoyed the slap of his balls against her chin as he thought to himself: Yeah... yeah... yeah... this is how we do it, this is how to be a man, oh yeahhh...

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dick Rodney watching with a shit-eating grin, Charlie wearing a sadder and more resigned expression. And then he saw something else that at first he thought he was imagining; a tiny, almost imperceptible movement of the handle on the office door. The door he'd locked. Jim watched it abstractly at first, barely registering the sight as he went on fucking Lana's pretty, tear-streaked face, feeling the sap rising in his balls and listening to her gagging and coughing and spluttering beneath him and caring about little else. But then he saw the door handle unmistakably turning, turning... and a sudden bolt of insight shot through him.

Mrs. Salinas has a key.

The rising pitch of his orgasm was suddenly stalled as he pulled Lana's mouth up off his prick, just in time to see the door swing open soundlessly and the curvaceous forty-something Latina secretary come sneaking in on tiptoes, her feet in stockings and her pumps held loosely in one hand. He looked at her dizzily as the olive-skinned Ecuadorian brunette's smouldering eyes met his and she put a finger to her full lips, urging him to quiet as she swung the door shut behind her just as silently as she'd come. A mixture of relief that she wasn't storming in and busting them all and confusion at her conspiratorial behaviour washing through the fat Vice Principal, and not knowing what else to do, he pushed Miss Lilly's mouth back down on him, not even noticing her whinge of distress as his stinking prick forced its way back into her mouth.

"Hlllckhhh hhllllcckhhh hlllkccchhh hlllkccchhh," Miss Lilly gagged and slobbered helplessly over Jim's man-meat as Mrs. Salinas watched the spectacle with eager, shining eyes. She must have been listening from outside, Jim realized suddenly, his prick hardening further as he found himself suddenly seeing the Principal's secretary in a new light, as it came clear to him that whatever she'd heard at the door had gotten the handsome Latin beauty horny as hell. And it came to him that she was, truly -- although he'd been accustomed to thinking of her as a married woman and filtering her out of any sexual frame of reference -- she was a truly sexy creature in her own right, her body fit and well-toned, her breasts high and firm under her blouse, her firm thighs rubbing together with lust as she seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching the hot young blonde debase herself.

Mrs. Salinas' eyes met his again as one of her hands buried itself between her thighs, digging into the thick fabric of her pencil skirt as she squirmed around it and licked those full red lips... and Jim felt as if the top of his head were coming off as he found himself the focal point of the attention of not one, but two beautiful women.

Neither Charlie nor Dick had noticed her stealthy entry yet. But she fixed that a moment later, making both men practically jump out of their skin as she said in a sultry, thickly-accented voice: "Now boys, how mean of you to not invite me at your party."

* * *

She admitted it to herself: Graciela Salinas had never much liked the little upstart Lana Lilly.

From the first moment that pert , foxy blonde had strutted into the halls of Barrymore Collegiate, the Latina beauty had felt herself uncomfortably eclipsed. All the men who'd been accustomed to flirting with her suddenly seemed to find her invisible... most painfully of all the Principal. Not that she'd ever had any intentions of taking anything further than flirting, particularly with Charlie who she knew was happily married -- just like herself -- but there was no harm in a little fantasy, a little gentle by-play. She'd never realized how important a spice that had been to her days until that skinny little Anglo skank had showed up and taken it all from her so abruptly.

Of course she'd tried being nice anyway. Tried sharing with her, telling her stories, tried to befriend her. But it didn't help that Miss Lilly, who was friendly and charming with everyone else, seemed to have a curious inability to see Mrs. Salinas as anything more than ethnic decoration -- like some kind of exotic painting or sculpture or a recording of the Chiquita banana mascot, something you glanced at with amusement for a while and then completely forgot about. She'd even done it today, when Graciela had tried to calm her clearly jagged nerves with a good story about how her mother had taught her in the kitchen that a good dish started with a good frame of mind. Miss Lilly had barely even seemed to register it, sweeping past her as soon as she was given the go-ahead to go in. As if she was nothing.

That more than anything else made her more than just dislike Miss Lilly. She'd found herself filing her nails angrily at her desk, trying to take her mind off her fury as she thought of all manner of unpleasant things that she'd like to see befall the stuck-up blonde bitch. She'd been so lost in her thoughts, in fact, that she'd had no inkling that something strange was happening in the Principal's office behind her until her intercom buzzed her to life and Principal Steele's voice informed her curtly that there were to be "absolutely" no disturbances.

That had caught her attention. She'd set down her nail file, her ears straining as she leaned over in her desk to try and catch some hint of what was happening in there. A minute later, she thought she heard something... but it took another few minutes before she could quite believe what she was hearing. It couldn't be, she thought disbelievingly, but there was no mistaking those low murmurings, or the subtle wet sounds that could be heard in between them.

She was hearing the sounds of sex.

The realization had bust across her brain with a shock... at first of outrage, but it was followed hard upon by an even more profound surge of dark delight. None of the fantasies of ill fortune she'd concocted for her rival had even approached the possibility of her being somehow trapped into sex in the office behind her, in this moment, in the midst of what was supposed to be her performance review. Something incredible had happened in that office after Miss Lilly had gone sashaying in there, all sunny smiles and confidence. Mrs. Salinas didn't know what... but the thought of it, the mental image of what had to be happening in there right now, was impossibly delicious.

She'd caught her breath, frozen for a moment by unexpected good fortune. Then she'd sprung into action, hastily printing up a sign that read MAIN OFFICE CLOSED FOR PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT. She'd pasted it to the window of the front door as she'd locked it -- turning away as she did so a young male student who'd already been sent to the Principal's office; "Go, shoo," she told him hastily, "go for run laps in gym or some things like that" — and closed all the blinds, shutting her desk and the salacious sounds echoing through the door beyond it into a twilight dimness.

For a while thereafter she'd paced, her heart pounding, working up her courage as the sounds of sex grew sharper, louder, hotter beyond that door. She bit her lip as she clearly heard Mr. Steele's voice say "Take it all, bitch," heard Miss Lilly's sweet little voice skirling up into a muffled squeal as flesh began to slap against flesh. She wheeled her chair next to the door and listened through the keyhole as her cunt grew hotter and wetter by the moment, her thighs squirming as she listened to the little blonde slut being put through her paces, moaning and crying out and begging for more dick, her babbling at one point making it clear that she was being penetrated in the pussy and the ass at the same time. That had Mrs. Salinas moaning in her own turn, her hands clenching as her thighs rubbed and writhed around the torrid, wet yearning in her slit... then her hands running all over her body and squeezing her breasts as she listened to their passion crest and heard the little whore begging for cum in her mouth.

At that moment she came to a point of decision. I'm going in there. Pulling her chair away from the door, she'd tentatively tried the doorknob... and finding it locked, she'd gone back over to her desk, rummaging for keys that it seemed to take an eternity to find. Finally she'd found them, picked out the key to the Principal's office, hesitated a moment and then quietly pulled over her patent leather pumps, holding them in one hand as she'd tip-toed to the door with the other... slipped the key into the lock as slowly and quietly as she could, turned it, and...




Miss Lilly's Spring Surprise



... as she'd slipped in, the sight that greeted her was like Christmas come early. Principal Steele and Constable Rodney were standing either side of the office like Adonis statues framing a tableau, gloriously muscled and naked save for their socks and boxers, their magnificent cocks swinging free, semi-hard and sheened with wetness. Directly in front of her, Jim Long loomed in front of the Principal's desk, ugly and fat and repulsively sweaty, with the flushed, glowingly naked Miss Lilly kneeling in front of him, the rearward peep of her slightly gaped arse and dripping pink slit looking more gorgeous than Graciela had imagined. She met Jim's eyes with a conspiratorial wink and put her finger to her lips as she silently closed and re-locked the door behind her, and soon the Vice Principal came back to himself, pulling the young beauty's mouth onto him, his lumpy features transfigured by passion as Lana started gagging in loud disgust and revulsion on the fat man's prick as he forced her head up and down, up and down. Graciela watched the disgraced blonde with a mixture of envy at her beauty and salacious satisfaction at her torment.

Madre de Dios, this is hot, she thought as she took a couple of quiet, stockinged steps in, breathed the scent of sex heavy on the air and watched Jim watching her while he fucked the hot young teacher's throat. Graciela parted her lips provocatively as she stuffed a hand between her thighs and grinned as she watched a deliriously sappy gran spread over his face. She could feel her hot nectar dripping down around her panties and sliding down her thighs inside her nylons, and suddenly decided that she'd waited long enough.

"Now boys," she said aloud, gratified to see Dick and Charlie jump as they registered her presence: "How mean of you to not invite me at your party."

She saw the two men freeze in panic, saw Lana Lilly's body go rigid with shock at the sound of her voice -- though Jim kept a hand firmly on her head and stymied her efforts to turn around as he forced her to keep her warm, wet ministrations to his member going -- but then saw a mixture of confusion and then delight come into their eyes as the sexy Latina secretary tossed her shoes into a corner and came striding forward, unbuttoning her blouse and grinning lasciviously.

"Heh," Dick Rodney said finally, with a wicked-sounding chuckle. "How, uh... thoughtless of us, Mrs. Salinas. Our apologies."

"Graciela..." Charlie's voice was husky. The secretary's eyes met his as, for the first time, she let him see the full extent of her lust for him shining from her dark eyes, smiling saucily at him as she winked and tossed her blouse aside, reaching back to unhook her bra. His gaze was unfocused, like a man in a dream... but she could see him responding to her, see the twitch of life returning to his awesome member. I always knew you wanted me, too, she thought gleefully.

"No need for to say nothing, Charlie," she said. "I would not miss party like this for whole world." Looking down at Miss Lilly, still gagging and spluttering around Jim Long's sweaty, bulbous prick, she added conversationally: "Our little niña here, she has been... how you say, naughty, yes? She is being punished?"

"Oh yes," Dick grinned. "Extremely naughty. Been working as a puta in her off hours, isn't that so, Miss Lilly?" Strolling over behind her, he landed a hard smack on one of her firm buttocks, turning it a light shade of pink as she gave a muffled, sobbing squeal through the mouthful of stinking cock.

"Really. Oh my, how bad a girl." Mrs. Salinas' eyes shone with a mixture of lust and triumph as she looked down at her despoiled rival, tossing her bra aside to reveal lush D-cup breasts capped with stiff brown nipples. As she reached back to unzip the top of her skirt, she went on: "Maybe you could use for some little... help to punish such a little puta?"

Dick's grin grew wider. "Of course we could. Couldn't we, gents?"

"Nnngngghhlkcchhhh gglllaaackkhhhh..." moaned Miss Lilly in despair as Jim Long's fat belly wiggled in her face and his balls slapped her chin and she could plainly feel the situation spiralling further into the surreal. Nobody else said anything; nobody had to. As Mrs. Salinas let her skirt fall, slipping down her long legs to pool around her feet, she watched the girl's body tense in anticipation as the older woman -- now wearing just lacy black panties and nylons -- stepped up and crouched close behind her.

"Naughty puta," the Latina beauty whispered in the blonde's ear as Miss Lilly choked miserably on Jim Long's ugly cock. "You like it to suck so much, don't you? You are such bad girl. I always know." Teasingly, she traced a hand down Lana's spine as she spoke, down and down, finally cupping one of her firm buttocks as she brought her other hand up and insinuated it between the young hottie's firm thighs, sliding her fingers across the moist, hot groove of her sex.

"Nnnnhhhnnggglllkchhh hhhnnggghhhh..." the blonde moaned as those clever fingers started to work on her, manualizing her stiff clit before dipping deep into her honeypot and stirring it, the sensuous circuit repeating itself once, twice, thrice and more as Mrs. Salinas slipped one finger up her tight cunt, then two fingers, then three, her sweet fluids anointing the Latina seductress' digits as her hips writhed, her desire rising against her will even through her disgust at the reeking prick pumping mercilessly into her pretty mouth.

As the slut's body started to respond, her cooze clutching greedily at the invading fingers, Mrs. Salinas picked up the pace of her assault, twisting four of her fingers into a probing wedge with her thumb positioned underneath. Loud, wet slurping sounds came out of Miss Lilly's cunt as those four fingers began to pump their way home, making her moan with passion as they filled her deliciously and that clever thumb tormented and teased her hot clit with every inward stroke. Before long, the Latina beauty's face was flushed with excitement as she finger-fucked that young pussy with growing vigour, smacking first one firm ass-cheek and then the other as the storm of sensation radiating out from her violated sex made Lana Lilly suck and lick the Vice Principal's bulging cock more and more avidly, her eyes going wide.

That lustily sucking mouth proved too much for Jim Long. "Ahhh... ahhh damn I'm... I'm gonna aggghhhh..."

He pulled Lana's mouth down to the root of his reeking cock as his nuts began to jump, firing volley after volley of hot jism down her throat as her body tensed up and went writhing helplessly over the edge into a wild climax of her own, her juices splashing out around Mrs. Salinas' pumping fingers as her cunt clutched and squirted, clutched and squirted, clutched and squirted again and again while she fought dizzily to choke down the seaweedy, slimy waves of spunk that threatened to drown her. "NNNGGHHHLCCCCKHHHHH! GLLLCCKKKHHHHHH AGGHHLLAACKKKHH!" she gurgled as the confusing cocktail of revulsion and ecstasy swamped her senses and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Finally Jim Long released her and staggered back, slumping against the desk and then sliding down to plop on the floor as his legs went rubbery underneath him. Lana gasped in lungfuls of air as leftover spunk came busting out her mouth and streaming down her chin, and she let out several loud squeals as Mrs. Salinas kept brutally finger-fucking her, drawing her orgasm out and out until finally she collapsed to the floor, shuddering and twitching as the sexy Latina licked her dripping fingers and filled the room with tinkling laughter.

"Naughty little niña," she chided. "So much you come, just like that? Now look what you do."

She gestured to either side of them, to where the Principal and the Constable stood, both breathing hard and stroking prodigious members that had reared back up to full mast, engorged again with throbbing lust. As Lana lifted her head, looked back up over her shoulder and saw them, ready for another round, a moment of naked terror flashed from her eyes as the realization plainly hit home that her ordeal was just beginning. Graciela laughed again at that look, grinning wickedly as Lana's eyes came back to meet hers, vulnerable and pleading... but no amount of pleading would persuade the debauched secretary to relinquish the sweet revenge of this moment. "Yes, you make them all hard again... and you make me wet, too. You must to do something for us, si?"

Standing up, Mrs. Salinas took hold of the waistband of her nylons -- and of the panties underneath -- and peeled them slowly and seductively down her long legs, stepping free of them as she welcomed the feel of the air on her wet sex. Tossing away the underthings, she crooked a finger at Dick Rodney and gestured to him to lie down on the burgundy rug, a direction he obeyed with grinning alacrity. As he lay there with his prick rearing up toward the ceiling, Mrs. Salinas captured Lana's gaze again and crooked a finger at her.

"Now you come sit on it, puta," she said huskily. "You come sit on that nice big polla and lick Mama Graciela's tasty concha, si?" When the blonde hesitated, she stomped a foot and clapped her hands and said: "Andale! Don't make me to spank you, now..."

Wearily, looking defeated and resigned, Miss Lilly got up on all fours and crawled back toward them from the desk, her eyes dull as she slid over top of the Constable's hard body and reached back to line up his rampant weapon with the mouth of her twat. As she did so, Graciela stepped forward above her, pulling her head back and grinning at her as she pulled the sexy young slut's face into her wet, fragant pussy.

"Mmmmphhhhh!" Miss Lilly gave a muffled cry into a mouthful of glistening cunt-flesh as Dick Rodney slammed her down on his pole without further ado. The slap-slap-slap of her flesh against his grew into a loud rhythm as the blonde obediently started to work her hot cock-socket up and down his pulsating meat-stick, tentatively starting to lick and suckle at the secretary's pussy as she rode the cop with growing vigour, looking for all the world like a practised whore.

"Ahhhh..." Mrs. Salinas moaned as she felt the girl's tongue begin to work, but after a moment she pulled Miss Lilly's head back and dealt her a little slap across the face, making her gape up at her mistress in open-mouthed shock. "Come on puta, you can do better than that, si? Get in there and eat it for like you mean it," Graciela snarled at her before pulling her face back into her fragrant folds. And perhaps it was the stimulation of the hard cock mastering her tight love tunnel, or the sheer filthiness of the surreal situation, but sure enough Miss Lilly started licking and sucking at that sex more and more hungrily, driving her tongue in deep, sweeping up to suckle at the older woman's fat clit, abandoning herself to the Sapphic act as she slammed her snatch down on the cop's prick harder and harder, her quim squelching wetly as her ardour began to rise.

Luxuriating in the sensation of Miss Lilly's submissive, horny cunnilingus, Mrs. Salinas found her eyes locked with Charlie Steele's. The Principal looked for all the world like he was walking in a dream and waiting to wake up, but in the meantime his ten-inch marvel of a member was rampant and ready to go to work. Graciela wanted it... but not yet. There were other uses it might be put to, first. Crooking her finger at him, his secretary pointed down at Miss Lilly -- grinning wickedly as she indicated another hole that needed attention. After a moment, he bared his teeth in something like a grin and moved to comply.

"Mmmmmhhhmmmphhhh... MMMMHHMMHHH...." Miss Lilly groaned into Graciela's dripping cooze as she felt the Principal's massive frame squatting over her, the heat of his enormous dong pressing in against her tight brown star, the little slut wriggling and humping Rodney's prick even faster as the imminence of a fresh double fuck sent her libido into overdrive. Her guttural moan announced the thick intrusion of Charlie's big black dick as she started to eat Mrs. Salinas' cunt with desperate abandon, as if trying to vent an excess of sexual energy through the most graphic tongue-fucking and clit-suckling she could manage as the massive log hot man-meat stretched out her tightest place, the hard cocks sawing into her in an alternating rhythm that was clearly driving her wild. "MMMMMmmmmHMMMPHHHH-MMMMHHHMMPHHHHHHHHH!" she squealed as she endured her second perverted double pounding, each sloppy stroke of Rodney's cock into her cunt sounding wetter than the last.

Mrs. Salinas threw her head back and lost herself in the rush to orgasm as Miss Lilly's hungry mouth did its work. "Ayyy... so goood little puta ohhhh you eat it sooo goooood...." she crooned, grinding her dripping twat all over that pretty face, smothering the blonde skank with it as she felt the moment of crisis approaching, biting her lip and going rigid as she felt her sugar walls quivering and spasming around that plunging tongue, the moment coming closer and closer and closer until... "Aiiiieeeeeee!" She arched her back and howled lustily at the ceiling as her juices flooded out copiously, filling Lana's mouth and covering her face in sweet nectar as the bitch swallowed it down as fast as she could.

Poor Lana was gulping and gasping and grunting as Graciela let her head go and she flopped down to share the taste of Latina cunt-nectar in a deep kiss with Rodney, writhing helplessly under the punishing rhythm of the two virile men as she was ruthlessly double-fucked toward another devastating climax. She moaned, she cried out, she begged loudly to be fucked harder, to be fucked like a whore, and gritting their teeth intently, Charlie and Dick obliged her -- treating her to a truly degrading pounding punctuated by graphic squelching and farting sounds from her hard-pressed nether holes. Mrs. Salinas sat back on the carpet, gently rubbing her sex in the afterglow of orgasm as she watched the slut lose herself completely under the spell of rampant, rutting prick, laughing to see the stuck-up bitch so totally debauched.

Before long, Lana was going rigid and crying out: "Awwwhawww fuck I can't help it I'm cumming I'm CUMMIINNNNGG..." And Graciela crawled around to peek at the rear view, watching Miss Lilly's juices sluice all over Rodney's prick as she exploded in ecstasy while the two big dicks stretched out her bloated holes. Squealing and sobbing as the orgasm drew out, her nectar squirting and splashing around the cop's deep-plunging dick, the young blonde seemed to go into a swoon... but Steele and Rodney were on their second round, their hard-ons primed for more action yet, and they were far from done with her.

Graciela laughed gaily and clapped as they two men roughly hauled the rookie teacher into a new position, folding her legs over until her knees were positioned either side of her head and her sopping cunt was right over her pretty face. The sexy secretary had a perfect view as the two well-muscled studs began to take turns on Lana in this position, standing over and driving their pricks piledriver-style into her clutching quim as she moaned helplessly. It took only a few couple dozen hard strokes from each dick in this position to bring her off hard, each man pulling free to watch in fascination as she frigged her clit madly and her pussy squirted wetly all over her face.

By the third time around this merry-go-round pistoning of pleasure, Miss Lilly was thoroughly soiled from her breasts to the top of her head in her own sexual juices and seemed barely to know where she was. Finally the Constable reached the limit of his endurance, rutting into the bitch frantically and grinding his prick balls-deep as the moment of crisis arrived, flooding the blonde's tight young cunt with white-hot cum as she came off again... and this time, when he pulled out, her squirting juices brought a healthy dollop of thick jism along with them, streaming all over the pretty girl's face as she moaned in exhausted ecstasy and tried her best to lap up all the tasty fluid.

As Charlie Steele stepped up for a final at-bat, his eyes and Mrs. Salinas' met. The horny secretary began to lazily masturbate herself as she watched up line up his massive prick... this time taking Miss Lilly's tight ass, making her cry out as he drove down into the dank heat of her bowels while he jammed three thick fingers into her sloppy quim. Squealing and jolting under his powerful thrusts, it wasn't long before Lana was squirting yet again, her juices jetting out and soaking her more powerfully than ever as the Principal's thrusts quickened toward the crisis point.

Finally he pulled free of her tight asshole with a loud pop and lunged forward, keeping his eyes locked with Graciela's as he tea-bagged Miss Lilly's pretty face, the young beauty obediently licking and sucking his salty balls as he wanked furiously. His secretary began to rub her dripping twat just as furiously to match him, the pair of them masturbating in harmony until he finally reared up toward her and unleashed bullet after bullet of streaming jism to splash against the Latina lovely's naked skin, the sensation driving her over the edge as her pussy spasmed and her juices flooded into the palm of her hand in response, wave after wave of amazing climax washing through her.

For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other in a shared eternity of perverse, salacious passion that they'd never dreamed of sharing. But gradually, the room reasserted itself, and Mrs. Salinas looked past him to where Lana Lilly now lay stretched out on the carpet, quiescent, looking barely conscious. Graciela lazily gathered up a fingerful of Principal Steele's splashed jism and brought it to her mouth, sucking and swallowing it as she looked pensively around the room.

She saw that Dick Rodney had stumbled over to claim a wooden chair that had been lying on the floor as if kicked over, righting it and slumping into it with agreeable weariness... but with his eyes still on Lana Lilly's soiled, naked form, watching intently as the last helpings of his latest load of spunk bubbled out of her pink quim. She looked over to her left and saw that Jim Long, leaning against the desk near her, was watching Miss Lilly too... had probably been watching that whole latest round of perverted fucking, and was sporting a fresh, bulbous hard-on as a result. And then she looked back at Miss Lilly with a wicked smile as Principal Steele came over and sat down beside her, the two of them leaning against the heavy oaken desk together as Graciela nodded at the blonde slut and gave a little chuckle.

"I don't know, Charlie," she said. "Do you think maybe she has have enough?"

"Yeah," he rumbled in his deep baritone, putting one of his big arms around her as she leaned into him, a curious note of regret in his voice. "Enough and then some."

"Well..." she considered for a moment and then reached down to give his cock a squeeze, grinning as she saw it twitch in preparation for round three. "Maybe she has have enough from you. This time I want you. But you know... poor Señor Long still haven't fuck her. This is no fair, yes?"

Charlie gave her a strange look. "You're really... enjoying this, huh?"

"And so? Aren't you?" she said, giving his cock a longer squeeze this time. "I just want that everyone in our little party should having fun. Is not so bad."