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School Conquering Stud

By: markydaysaid



Note: this story is very unrealistic and immature fantasy which takes place in a world similar to ours but with some more advanced technology and completely different morals. For all purposes and intents, all characters are at least 18 years of age, even if they are described by older characters as being children. 

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Being a high school teacher was hard enough with a senior class full of horny, violent, and unimaginably degenerate youth, but now it was starting to eat into my own time. With the school facing more and more budget cuts the janitorial crew can only clean the bathrooms once a week, which means that by Friday I can't even use the toilet without getting a used condom stuck to the bottom of my heel, or reading all the newest graffiti about which of my male students has the biggest cock or ate the best pussy. Apparently in both cases the boy was Bobby Scagliotti. No wonder he was so popular.

But what I had to do now really pissed me the fuck off. One of my students had been absent for almost a week now, coincidently it the same Bobby Scagliotti who was rumored to have a horse's cock. I was more than content to let the retarded Guido skip all he wanted (he was probably staying home so he could play x-box and get house calls from the little sluts who followed him around), I'd just give him a big fat 'F' for his Chemistry score, but unfortunately Scagliotti happened to be the star quarterback of the school's football team, and we were favored to take the state championship this year.

Because of this Principal Cox wanted to keep him happy, and keep him playing. That meant that when Scagliotti got caught punching some nerd in the hallway it was the nerd who got suspended. That meant that when Scagliotti got caught raping the shit out of some little slut who had just turned 18 that morning it was the school's job to blackmail her to keep her mouth shut. That meant that when Scagliotti decided to not show up for a week we (his teachers) we supposed to fudge his grades so he wouldn't be put on academic probation.

Also, I was pretty sure Principal Cox was getting her old cunt busted out by Scagliotti every now and then, and that bitch loved to play favorites.

But I wasn't going to take it, not from some corrupt whore like Principal Cox, and defiantly not from some Guido-Wop-Greaser shithead like Bobby Scagliotti. I couldn't give him a failing grade, or otherwise I'd find myself getting fired, or I the football team might retaliate by gang-raping me. I wouldn't be the first female staffer at the school to be used as a cum-dumpster by those muscle-headed jocks. That was just the way Wet Valley High was.

The only thing I could do was gather up all of the school work that Scagliotti had missed and hand deliver it to him at his home address. I'd make sure he at least did the work, even though despite however shitty of a job he'd do I'd still have to give him at least a C-. I fucking hated spoiled jocks like him.

After pulling up to his apartment complex I got out of my car with the box containing his assignments. Immediately I started to feel insecure. This was a bad neighborhood, probably the worst in all of Wet Valley. The streets were filthy and full of cracks, every business looked either closed or was otherwise a front for drugs and stolen goods. Across the street there was some cocky looking nigger with three little white girls following him like slutty little ducklings. He was obviously a pimp, and the girls were obviously his property. I think I recognized one of them from the school, a dropout named Mindy or Cindy or something like that. I always knew she was a dumb little cunt, only good for what she could do with what she was born with. 

Scagliotti lived on the top floor of the three story building which looked like something out of a dystopian science-fiction movie. My high-heeled shoes clicked loudly against the concrete as I walked to the staircase. If there was an elevator in this building I wouldn't trust it. There were some junkies sitting nearby with a dead, zombie look on their faces. One of them looked at me with something close to sexual interest, but also close to hunger. I shot him back a cold, razor-sharp glare that scared him off though. I hated junkies. Sure I did ecstasy and acid in college, but even then it was only for special occasions like concerts or the occasional orgy I went to. My body was a temple, as anyone could see. 

I caught my reflection in a broken mirror that someone had propped up on a wall next to the stairs, and I was satisfied with what I saw, even though the glass was cracked and dirty.

Six feet tall, slender, long legs, curvy hips, and a perfect rack of large but firm tits that demanded attention. My silky black hair was long enough to reach my ass, but I had it tied up in a ponytail right now, with two long bangs around my ears. My eyes showed my Asian heritage although they were blue like my mother's, and my lips were so pouty and pink even I had trouble not imaging them wrapped around a cock. My daughter said I looked like a video-game character named Bayonetta, but I have no idea who the fuck that is.

I was the hottest piece of ass in that shithole of a school I was stuck in, although I suppose that bitch Principal Cox came close, but she was almost fifty and I was only 38. I had seen some of the graffiti the boys wrote in the bathroom stalls at school praising me as the object of their pathetic fantasies. The virgins in the Hentai club (yes, we actually have a Hentai club) often produced comics with some rather lifelike illustrations of me getting gang-banged or fucking another girl with a strap-on or something perverted like that. At first they were smart enough to name this Hentai heroine something else, but when one cocky little shit actually gave his character my name, Dominique Sinclair, I had to do something. I remembered with relish how I walked right into their club room, my high heels clicking on the floor, and in front of everyone I stepped on that dump artist's right testicle till it popped. He cried like a bitch as I licked the tears from his face. 

That might sound extreme, but in Wet Valley High that was just how things were done. It didn't matter if you were a teacher or a student, there were only three classes of hierarchy. At the top were those who fucked, such as the jocks, cheerleaders, and the more dominant teachers. In the middle were those who got fucked, submissive girls, pretty boys, and the like. At the very bottom were the virgins, those losers and retards were weren't manly enough to get some ass and way too ugly to be wanted.

In this sexual food-chain Principal Cox had set herself up as the apex predator. There wasn't a student or teacher she hadn't gotten her hands on in one way or another. The attractive ones she raped, the unattractive one she tortured, and even I had found myself being bent over her desk with a foot-long dildo up my ass.

Fucking bitch. She was tough, but she was aging, and I was biding my time to break her ass open like a piñata and make myself principal in her place. That was how it worked.

Finally I got to the top of the stairs and I was at the door to Bobby's apartment, number 69. Really. I knocked and after a few long moments I heard someone walking to get it. I was ready to give this shithead a piece of my mind. The walk up the stairs had pissed me off even more, and now I was sweating in my tight, form fitting, sexy suit. I always liked to look sexy, that was why I wore suits with tight miniskirts and plenty of cleavage. In my world sex appeal was power, and I loved feeling powerful.

But when the door swung open I forget my anger for a moment, feeling more than a little flustered.

"Mrs. Sinclair? What are you doing here?" 

It was Bobby. He was completely naked. And he was perfect.

His body looked like something carved from marble, hairless and muscled, except he was quite tanned and covered in a sheen of sweat. He stank like dirty sex, obviously not having taken a shower in days, but something about his smell was undeniably delicious. His dark hair was messy, but in an almost intentional way, and his dark eyes burned with a constant sexual heat. He was about five inches shorter than me, but the way he stood with such complete confidence made him seem like a giant. 

But what grabbed my attention more than anything was the third leg he had swinging from his crotch. His cock, although soft and lowered, was still one of the thickest and longest I had ever seen. It was already seven inches long and as thick as my wrist. I could only imagine what it must have been like hard. No wonders so many of the girls in my class walked with a limp, he must have torn their pussies apart.

I felt my own pussy betraying me, and my expensive panties were getting damp. 

"Mr. Scagliotti!" I scolded. "Would you please cover yourself?"

"Fuck no," he laughed in my face. "This is my place, so I'll be naked if I want. What the fuck are you doing here anyway?"

I shoved the heavy box of school work at his chest. He instinctively caught it with his big, strong, warm hands and stared at it stupidly. 

"What the fuck is all this?" he asked.

"It's all the work you've missed this past week, plus the assignments you've left incomplete this last semester, plus some work for next week because I don't think you'll be coming back anytime soon."

He looked at the box again with a look on his face that showed both disgust and surprise. He laughed, and then dropped the box on the ground like it was a pile of trash. He shook his head and walked back into his apartment, leaving his front door wide open. 

"You little shit—," I began, but I lost my voice the moment I saw his ass. It was the most perfect, scrumptious looking ass I had ever seen on a man (although there were a few women I had liked more). I actually had to stop myself from just diving forward and sticking my tongue between those heavenly cheeks. I can't explain it, but I've always had a huge fetish for eating ass, and I was starting to feel rather hungry.

I quickly regained my composure as I followed him into his apartment, leaving the door open and the book of school work on the floor. His apartment was a mess. It was blazing hot out today but he didn't have the air-conditioner on, maybe he didn't have one. The floor of his living room was littered with discarded clothing, most of it being female clothing. Torn skirts, ripped blouses, and more than a few thong panties. There was a low couch with a coffee table nearby, but both were covered in empty vodka bottles, half smoked blunts, and condom wrappers. 

The walls were plastered with pornographic images from magazines and ads, but I noticed some of them looked like they were printed from a home computer. The girls in these images were familiar, and I recognized most of them as girls from the school. In every image at least one girl was naked and in some sexually submissive position, most of them had their faces or chests stained with fresh semen. Apparently Scagliotti liked to collect trophies, most champions did.

Completely ignoring me, he walked into another room, so I followed him. It was his bedroom, and it seemed a bit cleaner than the disaster area that was his living room. His smell was thick here, and I couldn't help but drink it in. I didn't want to admit that such a pungent, nasty smell was turning me on, but there was just something so manly about it. Smells really got me wet. 

Then I noticed that Scagliotti and I weren't the only people in the room. "Bobby," a sexy little voice with a Southern accent purred, "what's Mrs. Sinclair doing here?"

Naked and sprawled out on the bed was Dixie Cain, one of my newer students. I thought she had just been home sick today, like my daughter was, but obviously she had been here getting stuffed with Italian cock. She was a cute girl, although not all that bright. Five feet high, perky little tits, otherwise very skinny. Her cutest attribute was her tomato red hair and freckles. Normally her look would be nerdy, but she unintentionally pulled it off in a cute, sexy way. She bounced around campus in a transparent little tank-top and a pair of jean shorts cut so small they were practically a thong. More than once I imagined what this giddy little bitch would look like with a giant cock up her ass, screaming out in both pain and pleasure. I was a little sad to see that I had just missed out on the sight her getting broken in.

"Does she know what we were doing?" Dixie asked Scagliotti in an exhausted voice. "Did she come here to pick up her—," but before she could finish Scagliotti brought down his large hand and slapped her loudly on her freckled ass. She yelped like a little girl and whined a little.

"Pick up my 'what'?" I asked Scagliotti. "What is this slut talking about?" I took an imposing stance. I was much taller than either of them, and I stood with my legs spread a little, with both hands on my curvy hips. It was a look that I had practiced in the mirror, and I knew it inspired both fear and arousal. 

It worked a little. Dixie was obviously scared of me, and she climbed back a ways on the bed, whimpering like a frightened little kitten before a ravaging tigress. Scagliotti was unimpressed though.

"Nothing," he answered. "Little bitch doesn't know what she's talking about. I did I pretty good job fucking her brains out today."

"Not that she had much to begin with," I smirked. I looked down at the redhead with all the cold hatred I could muster. She withered under my icy gaze. "You can leave now."

She slowly got up out of the bed, but she stumbled a little and fell to the floor. Her legs were shaking. Scagliotti really had fucked her hard. After a few pathetic seconds she began to gather her clothes and she headed for the door, too scared to look at me.

She looked back at Bobby and asked, "Will you call me?"

"Maybe," was his only answer. 

Looking completely defeated the little slut went out the front door, even though she was still naked. She must have felt too shamed to even stay long enough to dress. That made me feel good. I liked knowing I could destroy someone's self-esteem with ease, although Scagliotti had really been the one to break her.

"You're not going to call her," I smirked at him. I was actually impressed by his game.

"How can you tell?" he asked as he sat on the bed and leaned back, absentmindedly stroking his impressive cock.

"Because you're an asshole."

He laughed. His laugh was fucking sexy. "That may be, but no matter how much a girl insists she likes nice guys she'll never give her pussy up like she will for me. It's instinct. Women want to submit to the strongest, most virile male they can find. Nothing else matters really, especially respect or love. I'm not going to call her back because a girl like that is fun to pop but isn't worth a second hit, especially with the pussy I'm pulling in. I only gave her today so she'll know what it's like to get fucked by Bobby Scagliotti, and that no matter how hard she tries she'll never get fucked like that again. Her life from this point on will be one disappointing night after another. She'll think of me the next time she fucks, just so she can climax. She'll think of me on her wedding night, just so she can trick herself into loving her husband, and she'll think of me on her deathbed, knowing that this was the greatest day of her life."

"You're so fucking full of yourself. I fucked a dozen guys like you in college. They made me scream like hell, and I may have been their cock-slave for a while, but now I can't even remember their names. They're all probably fat, alone, and depressed by now, while I'm still fucking hot and getting the best sex of my life. I bet that stupid little slut has a better life than you ever will, because at least she isn't obsessed with herself." 

Bobby said nothing, and I was pretty sure I humbled him, but he kept stroking his cock. It was getting big. Really big. "What are you doing here?" he asked me.

"I told you retard, I'm delivering your assignments—,"

"Shut up!" He commanded, and I actually obeyed. "Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. You didn't come here to deliver a bunch of fucking paperwork you know I'm never going to do." 

"You will if you want to get a passing grade."

"Bitch, I'm going to use that paperwork to wipe my fucking ass and you're going to give me an A+."

"Why the fuck should I give some lazy, ungrateful piece of shit like you and A in my class?"

He stood up and walked over to me, full of so much swagger I got dizzy looking at him. His cock was bigger now, almost nine inches long and it was now thicker than my wrist. He got right up in my face, smiling, puffing out his big muscular chest, and breathing deeply. The smell coming off him was strong enough to make my eyes water.

He whispered in my ear, "You're going to give me an A+ because you're not going to grade me on Chemistry; you're going to grade me on sex." With his right hand he grabbed my chest, pinching my hardening nipple through the thin material of my blouse and jacket. 

I tried to stay cool, but it was impossible. This boy was melting me. "What makes you think I'd ever fuck you?" I asked, but unconvincingly. My voice was breaking, and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. My panties were so wet it felt like I had urinated myself. 

"Because you're a woman, and all women want to fuck me, even if they say no. Because you're shivering and it's over ninety degrees in here. Because I could smell your dripping pussy from across the room. And, most importantly, because I'm not going to give you a choice."

His other hand came up and grabbed me by front of my tight, revealing silk blouse. With a bestial strength he used both of his massive hands to rip my shirt open, violently tearing it apart like a piece of tissue paper. My expensive, black lacy bray beneath also broke in half, and my large tits bounced out like two jiggling bags of milk.

I tried to slap him but he caught my wrist and twisted it back so violently I thought it was going to break. He then slapped me. It was hard enough to daze me but I kept my footing. Then both of his giant hands were on my tits. His left hand squeezed down on my right breast with a tight grip. He squeezed so hard I thought my breast was going pop like a water balloon, and I squealed in pain. With his other hand he brought my left nipple to his mouth and he began to suck on it. I have very sensitive nipples, and he was clearly and expert and sucking on tits. The complicated mix of pain and pleasure was destroying my focus, and I couldn't tell if I was going to pass out or orgasm.

Finally I broke away, roughly pushing my hands against his chest. He didn't move at all, but I did launch myself back a bit. I started walking backwards away from him, and he followed me smiling like the devil. I was scared. I knew he was going to get what he wanted, but I was so flustered and confused I tried to fight back anyway. 

He reached out with one hand and effortlessly ripped my designer miniskirt off of my body. With his other hands he tore away the tatters that had been my shirt, jacket, and bra. In less than a minute he had destroyed over $2,000 worth of clothing, which my moderately wealthy cuckold husband bought for me. I stumbled around his living room in nothing but my tiny black thong, silk stockings, and high heels, desperately trying to remember which way the exit was. I was in a sexual daze, my throbbing cunt was occupying most of my attention, and the rest of my mind was only telling me to run away. Some primitive instinct told me that I was trapped in the den of a superior male, and if I didn't escape I was going to be taken by him and broken into his slave.

I saw the front door which was still open and I tried to run for it but he caught me by the wrist and spun me around to face him. Before I could see it coming his hand slapped me across the face again, and this time it really hurt. The pain woke me up though and I regained my senses. I took a fighting stance, and got ready to kick the shit out of him. He just laughed at me and licked his lips, giving his giant cock a few powerful strokes just to wake it up some more. 


School Conquering Stud Ch. 02



Please Note: This is a very unrealistic and immature fantasy which takes place in a world similar to ours but with some more advanced technology and completely different morals. For all purposes and intents, all characters are at least 18 years of age, even if they are described by older characters as being children. Sex is this world is very violent and almost superhuman. 

Last Time: Dominique Sinclair, a sexy high school teacher, went to the home of a delinquent student to deliver his tardy homework. That student, Bobby Scagliotti, just happens to be the biggest, meanest stud to ever walk the halls of Wet Valley High School. They argue, they fight, they fuck, and by the next morning Bobby has a new bitch. Now, he is going to use her to manipulate the lives of three members of the school board: The chairman of the PTA, Veronica Lovegood, the mayor, Nathanial Burgundy, and the cheerleading coach, Jovanna Flores. Once they are defeated, Bobby plans to destroy Principal Tatiana Cox, the most dominant woman in Wet Valley, and put Dominique in her place. 

CHAPTER 1

"So this is her house?" I asked, although I already knew it was. Veronica Lovegood lived in a big house on the nice side of town, the side of town where all the Republican votes came from. Her husband was some sort of hedge fund manager, they kind that made millions just from switching numbers around or some bullshit like that. I met him once or twice at PTA meetings. He wasn't very attractive, but with wealth like his I'd be sucking his dick right now if it got me a house like Veronica's.

"That's it . . . ugh, so good," Bobby said from my car's backseat. I looked back to see that my daughter's head was bouncing up and down in his lap like a basketball, nosily sucking at his giant eleven inch cock. Stupid little bitch. I knew I should have left her at home, but Bobby wanted to bring her along. Lily was going to be part of our ultimate plan to take over Wet Valley High School, and she had been fucking Bobby longer than I had, but it still pissed me off to see her on my master's dick. 

I would just have to give Bobby one of my best ballbusting blowjobs later, to remind him that I was his bottom bitch, not my amateur daughter. 

I had to admit, she did look cute though. She had her school uniform on, a surprisingly provocative little thing with a very short pleated skirt and a tight peach sweater that hugged her budding breasts invitingly. With her black hair done up in pigtails and her Asian features she was the very image of some pervert's fantasy. Bobby was hiking up her little skirt to get at her panties, which were probably soaked through. She started moaning in lustful pain on his cock as he began petting her cunt. 

"How long do you think this'll take," he asked. 

"PTA meetings like this are usually about an hour. That's an awfully long while for you two to be waiting in the car."

"Don't worry about us," Bobby smirked as he inserted one of his strong fingers into my daughter's sopping wet cunt, "I'm sure we'll be entertained. Just make sure you can figure out some way to get Veronica isolated with me. Invite her over to your house for dinner, or learn what she does on weekends. Rich bitches like her usually fill their time with stuff I can't get to, which makes it hard for me to seduce them, not that I have any actual trouble once the bitch is in my grip." 

I smirked back, knowing he was right. Bobby could make sandpaper wet, or get a blowjob from a nun. He was quite simply the sexiest beast I had ever met, and I had spent most of my life dating at least two level 10 studs at the same time. Only a pussy-killer like Bobby could have raped me like he did, and now have me as his loyal cohort setting up a professional acquaintance of mine to be raped as well, all the while my daughter is sucking on his cock. Only Bobby.

"Try not to get any sex-stains on the leather," I said getting out of the car. No one would see them hopefully. My car's windows were tinted so black they were practically mirrors. I admired myself in them, pleased by the way my tight sexy suit looked painted on my long, athletic body. My tits are like two giant sex-bombs on a slender stick of dynamite, and my ass is an explosion of sexual suggestion. My long black hair trailed to my lower back and tickled the top of my perfect butt. My daughter Lily has nothing on me. I am sure that Bobby likes me more.

As I strutted down the long driveway to Lovegood's palace I imagined myself on a catwalk. The other teachers and parents could not help but look at me, some with looks of lust, others with sneers of jealousy. I looked back at a few, trying to remember all of their names, but it was hard because there were just so many of them. One father I remembered giving a blowjob to, and his wife did not seem pleased to see me. One of the mothers there had eaten my pussy at last year's homecoming dance. She gave me a smile, but I did not return it. She had not eaten my pussy nearly as well as her daughter had, but she didn't need to know that. 

Coming into Lovegood's house I was almost stricken dead with envy. The place looked like something built by French royalty. All of the parents and teachers were gathering on the back patio, sitting in expensive designer furniture and enjoying the hot weather. I saw Lovegood there, walking by the pool and greeting all her guests. She was dressed conservatively in a long skirt and a pink blouse, but nothing could hide the generous motherly curves that attracted hungry looks from all the men. She had a big pair of tits that begged to be fondled, and a wide ass beneath a narrow waist. Her blonde hair was cut short, just around the ears, revealing two perfect diamond earrings. She was also wearing a pearl necklace, and I imagined what she'd look like with Bobby's pearl necklace, once he had ejaculated all over her fucked body. 

I wanted to watch this bitch get raped. 

"Dominique? Is that you?" Veronica Lovegood asked as she came over to meet me.

[You know it's me, you stupid cunt]. "Veronica! How nice to see you. It's been too long." [Not long enough, you fat bitch].

"Have you met my kids, Eric and Erica?" she asked, directing me to two attractive twins nearby. They got up and came over, a boy and a girl.

"No, I didn't realize you had kids." That was not good. Bobby's whole plan was to get Lovegood pregnant so we could blackmail her, and use her against Principal Cox. But if Lovegood wasn't horny for another baby (as was the rumor) she might not let Bobby knock her up. Her kids were pretty good looking too. The two were both blonde, like their mother, and even at 18 they were still pretty short. Eric, the boy, was shuffling his feet nervously as he stole glances at my tits, unable to look at my face. I immediately recognized him as a shy virgin, the kind that I could break like a toothpick. Erica, the girl, was the exact opposite. She was bubbling over with energy and friendliness, her giant blue eyes looking directly into my cold ones. She was dressed for tennis, and between her perky little tits and long legs I found myself wanting to see her raped as well. 

The PTA meeting that followed was the most boring hour and a half of my life. It was all talk about budgets and new textbooks and all the same shit our shitty-ass school had to worry about every year. The reason I hadn't recognized Eric and Erica was because they went to a fancy private school up sate, which made me wonder how Lovegood got to be the chairwoman of our school's PTA. The position had probably been bought for her by her husband. He had given some sizable donations to the school, and he must have wanted another pet project for his sexy housewife.

I was a little interested when concerns were raised about how sexual Wet Valley High was. Our school had a nasty reputation for being a place where orgies, gangbangs, blowjob contests, and prostitution occurred on a daily bases amongst the senior class, which was all true. It was one of the few things I liked about our school, but I pretended to be as disgusted as some of the parents were, even though I had fucked a good number of their kids. One couple complained that their daughter had been coming home without her panties, and I almost laughed when I remembered that I had been the one taking them. She sat in the front row and never crossed her legs, so I took her panties as punishment at first, but now I just give her a good kick right in the cunt. Stupid slut walks funny now.

As the meeting came to an end and everyone left I made sure to stick around, hoping to talk one-on-one with Lovegood and learn something about her schedule, anything to help Bobby corner her someplace. Luckily Lovegood seemed happy that I was sticking around, and she brought out a bottle of champagne for us to share. As we drank we talked about the school, and Lovegood admitted that she felt a little overwhelmed, especially since she had no real connection to Wet Valley High.

I brought up the fact that her kids went to another school and she told me it was a boarding school that kept them for most of the year.

"Have you ever thought about having another one?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes. If she didn't want another baby Bobby and I were going to need to find another way of blackmailing her. 

"Of course," she almost cried. "I want nothing more than to be a mother again. My kids spend so much time at school that every time I see them it's like they're different people. I've thought about adopting, and I know it's selfish, but I really enjoyed being pregnant. It's just that . . ."

"Are you having problems conceiving?"

Now she began to cry. Tears rolled down her face and her tits heaved with every sob. It was actually kind of sexy, but I'm a freak that way. Watching other people cry turns my on for some reason. She leaned her head against my shoulder and hugged me. My first instinct was to push her away because I didn't want her makeup getting on my expensive suit, but I tolerated it. This was my chance to get in good with her. Stupid, emotional whore. 

"My husband has been so busy with his work that he doesn't have time for me anymore," she sobbed. "And no matter how hard we try I still haven't been able to get pregnant. I've been taking all kinds of fertility drugs but the doctors think it's Greg, that his sperm count is too low."

Figures, a hot bitch like this must be fertile as fuck. Her husband must be a total loser in the sack. "Oh, sweetie, have you thought about a sperm donor maybe?"

She sniffled. "No, Greg would be humiliated."

"Well," I said, wiping her tears away with a tissue. "Sometimes husbands need to be a little humiliated to equalize a marriage, especially if it means we can get something we want. My husband would never be able to stop me from getting a sperm donor." He couldn't stop me from getting filled up with Bobby's sperm last night, for example. 

Just then I noticed that her pink blouse was wet, right around the nipples. "Holy shit," I exclaimed. "Are you lactating?"

She looked extremely embarrassed and she tried to cover the two big wet spots with her hands, but he winced in pain. Her tits must have been super sensitive. "It's a result of the drugs. They make my breasts very responsive, and I lactate uncontrollably sometimes. I'm sorry."

Curious and aroused I pulled her hands away. I could already see the outline of her nipples through her wet shirt and bra. "You don't have to be shy, Veronica. I'm your friend, I'd never judge you." I bet the stupid fucking cow believed me too. What a freak.

She smiled, pouting her fat pink lips. "Thank you Dominique, I really feel like I can trust you. Do you mind if I take my bra off? The pressure is really hurting me." Although by 'hurting' I am sure she meant 'arousing.' She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her pink blouse, freeing her large tits in their expensive lacey bra. One pinch of a clasp and the bra flung open, her two giant ripe melons bouncing forward for attention. Her nipples stood out much further than mine, and each was literally dripping with milk.

As she pulled the bra away my naughtiness got the better of me and a reached out to pinch one of her pink, pointy nipples; twisting it between my fingers. Instantly she moaned and kicked her legs out, almost breaking the glass coffee table. A long stream of warm milk shot out almost six feet and streaked across the floor and coffee table, watering a bouquet of flowers.

Once I realized what I had done I backed off, worried that I had just ruined my chances with her, but she didn't look angry at all. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was in a big circle. She was panting heavily and her whole body was vibrating a little. I realized that I had just given her an orgasm, and only from tweaking her nipple. 

"Dominique . . . I'm . . . I'm sorry," she sputtered.

I shut her up by pulling her face into mine and sticking my tongue in her mouth, wrestling hers into submission as I ravished her face. Sometimes I enjoy kissing women more than men, especially women like Lovegood, because their lips are just so plump and ripe for kissing, like little sex-pillows. Her eyes were wide with shock as I licked the top of her mouth, but she didn't fight back. She wanted it.

I pushed her down on the couch before lowering my mouth to one of her big, milk-filled tits. I licked her nipple at first, only teasing it, but even that was enough to provoke a flow of milk that ran down her chest and formed a little pool in her cleavage. I began sucking hard, and she began moaning even harder. The cow was delicious. 

Her nipple loudly popped out of my mouth as I came off it, sending a streak of milk across my face and glasses. I almost laughed. It was like sucking a dick that ejaculated prematurely. I brought my face back to Veronica and licked my lips. She looks scared, submissive, dominated. I hadn't felt this much power over anyone in a long time, not since Bobby had broken me the week before and made me his bitch. I was enjoying this.

I gave her another long, sloppy kiss, forcing her to taste her own milk. I ran my bare leg along her soft panties, rubbing up against her erect clit. She was as wet between her legs as she was on her chest. She was so horny and sex-depraved that she came again in seconds, stiffening under me before melting back into the couch, surrendering to me completely. If only I had a dick I could impregnate the bitch right now and be done with it. I considered going to get Bobby in the car and bringing him back to rape the shit out of her, but I wasn't in control of this situation. What if her husband came back? Her kids were still here too. No. I'd wait.

I leaned back and recomposed myself. After a few minutes of huffing and puffing deviously she got up to, refastening her wet shirt and pulling her skirt down. I was worried she would be awkward or even angry that I had just taken advantage of her, but she looked happy. Very happy.

"Wow," she gasped. "I needed that."

"Ever gotten it from a woman before?" I smirked.

"Not since college, but my roommates could have learned a thing or two from you. That was amazing."

"So you're not angry?"

"Angry? No. In fact I want to do it with you again. You're right about us wives needing to get something of our own once and a while. If my husband can't give me a baby than I at least deserve some good sex, and it's not really cheating if it's with another woman. Are you busy this weekend?"

"Nope, I'm all yours." [And you're going to be all Bobby's, you dumb cow].

"I was going to take the kids to our beach house over at Salty Cove. Greg is going to be out of town on business so I thought it would be fun to get away from the house. You could come with us, and bring your daughter along as well. Our beach house is huge. I'm sure we could find some time to . . . be alone." 

Perfect! That was fucking perfect. She would be a sitting duck, just waiting to get pinned and fucked stupid by Bobby, who I would certainly be bringing along. "I'd love to," I said. "I haven't been to Salty Cove in years."

"Wonderful!" She leaned in and we kissed again, this time more like sisters and less like lesbian rapists. "I need to go get changed. I'll call you later about the details. This is going to be so much fun."

"You know it." I watched her saunter away up her house's magnificent staircase, which was like something from a movie. She gave me a sexy little smile and a good view of her big ass as she climbed the stairs. She wanted me, but I only wanted to use her against Principal Tatiana Cox, my archenemy. Cox ran Wet Valley High like her own personal brothel, pimping out her sexiest students for profit, and using the teachers like me as he personal sex slaves. I didn't want to stop her for justice or anything retarded like that, I wanted her job. I wanted to pimp out the school's cheerleaders, I wanted to use the football team as my own personal stud-harem. But Cox's position in the Wet Valley community was cemented by her supporters. Veronica Lovegood was an unwitting accomplice, but that didn't change the fact that to destroy Cox I would first need to destroy her. 

There was the sound of arguing coming from upstairs. Veronica was arguing with her daughter, Erica. "Erica, you can't wear a swimsuit like that! It's far too provocative." 

"But mmmmoooom," Erica whined. "All the girls are wearing thongs these days, and I want to look sexy when we go to Salty Cover. C'mon, don't be such a prude."

"I don't care what the other girls are wearing. I don't want my daughter dressing like a stripper."

"But I just bought it and the store I got it from doesn't do returns. Can I at least wear it here, you know, so I don't get tan lines."

I could hear Veronica grumbling angrily. "Fine, but don't let the gardeners see you it that . . . that floss. I'm paying them to work, not stare at my daughter's naked body. And be careful wearing that thing around Eric, I don't want him getting the wrong idea."

"Thanks . . . I guess." Erica came bounding down the stairs a few moments later as her mother went out of earshot. The little girl was wearing one of the most microscopic thong bikinis I had ever seen. It was a miracle the tiny little thing even stayed on her petite body. Two tiny triangles struggled to contain her budding breasts, and outlined her small nipples perfectly. The little triangle of material that covered her hairless pussy was just as small, and the mounds of her vulva were in perfect detail. Her body was out of this world as well. She was obviously an athlete, judging by her tight stomach and complete lack of body fat. 

Then she saw me and gasped. "Mrs. Sinclair! I didn't know you were here." She tried vainly to cover herself, but her slender arms did nothing to stop me cold gaze scanning her from head to cunt. 

I laughed and strutted over to her, my high heeled shoes clicking loudly against the marble floor. The top of her blonde head only came up to my chin, but I was pretty tall. I gave her a smoldering, domineering look. She trembled like a flower being blown in the wind. 

"Are you shy?" I teased. "If you don't like being stared at why would you wear such a slutty little thing like that? You must want to show off that tight little body of yours."

She shivered. "Yeah, but . . . to boys."

I smirked. "Oh, sweetie. You are going to get just as many stares from women as you are from men. Some of them will be jealous of those perfect little tits you have, others will want to fuck you just as much as the men do." 

Erica's hands lowered to her sides, revealing all of her tight little sex-package. She stood up a little straighter, proudly showing her young chest to me, but her face was still a little shy. Her cock-sucker lips pouted coyly. "Really? Women will think I'm sexy too?"




School Conquering Stud Ch. 02



I smirked. Dumb bitch thought she was playing me, but I had broken a hundred girls like her before. I reached out and cupped one of her supple, young breasts in my hand and massaged it slowly. She gasped in surprise and stood up on her tippy toes, but she didn't move away. If anything, she leaned more into it. She looked up at me with her big, hungry blue eyes and her pink lips quivered. "Mrs. Sinclair . . . what are you doing?" 

"Don't act like you don't know, bitch." My hand turned into a fist around her tit, and my long nails twisted cruelly around her little nipple, just like I had done to her mother, but much rougher. She squealed a little, equally from pain and pleasure. She was a natural born slut, I could tell, and from the feel of it I guessed that she had been experimenting at school with that other girls, but she was only use to pussy-play and gentle kisses. She had never been dominated by the likes of me before. 

"Your mother's right," I said. "This bikini is too sexy for you. Take it off."

"What? No!" She was scarred, most of all by how wet I was making her.

I let go of her bruised tit and slapped her across the face. The loud smack echoed throughout the hall and I was worried that her mother Veronica would hear, but from somewhere upstairs I heard the sound of shower. "Shut up! You don't have the right to say 'no' to me. Now give me that bikini, you little cocksucker, before I strip it off you and plant my six-inch heels up your tight little cunt. Strip! Now!"

She was crying, but she submitted. She shyly undid the tiny top and it fell to the floor. Her tits were so pale that they almost disappeared into her skin, but the one I had roughed up was a darker shade of red and a little swollen. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her little thong and she slowly peeled it away from her dripping little honey-pouch. She was hesitating, but when she saw that I was ready to make good on my threat and kick her square in the clit she finished undressing. The thong fell to marble floor, a thin little hoop of material. She shivered before me stark naked, even though it wasn't cold at all. She was adorable, with her perfectly petite but athletic body and her golden blonde hair. She was a 10 out of 10, no doubt about it, but I wouldn't tell her that. I needed her to know that she was worthless, a piece of trash, like a used condom, and that only by being loyal to me could she be happy.

"Now pick it up and give it to me," my voice was cold and threatening.

She bent over, and above her back I could see her perky little ass sticking out. It looked absolutely edible. She stood back up and shyly handed me the tiny bikini. I smiled evilly and grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her into my chest and hugged her tightly. My large tits overpowered hers, and my hands gripped the soft globes of her ass and squeezed, pushing her tender cunt onto the hard muscles of my thigh. I leaned in and spread her lips open with my tongue, probing her mouth as I loudly moaned into her. She melted just like her mother did and I knew I had defeated her. 

When I released she almost fell on her ass, she was so dizzy with arousal. Her cunt left a wet spot on my stockings but I didn't mind, although I could have used that as an excuse to torture her. I took the bikini and stuffed it into my cleavage, hiding the small amount of material between my mountainous tits. The smell of her pussy wafted up from the thong and aroused me, but I kept my hunger in check. Now was not the time to break her. 

"Now run along," I told her. "And don't tell your mother about giving me your bikini, alright? You wouldn't want to make me angry. Ever."

Erica looked confused and hurt, like a child being denied candy. "But . . . do you want to come take a swim with me . . . or . . . come up to my room."

Stupid bitch was so horny she couldn't think straight. "No. I have to be going."

"But-"

SMACK!!! My hand cracked across her puffy lips and sent her spirally to the floor. Her bubble butt bounced off of the marble and she squeaked in pain. She looked up with such a look of utter fear that I almost came on the spot, but I held my pussy back. I stood over her, giving her a good view of my expensive thong panties as I towered over her, my sharp stiletto heels inches away from her body.

"Don't. Ever. Talk. Back. To. Me." I told her slowly. "I'm going to be vacationing with your family this weekend at Salty Cove. While we're there you are going to be my slave, understand? But your mother can never know of it. If you are good, I'll reward you by fucking you harder than any man or woman ever will again. I will give you pleasure that will transform you forever. But if you don't serve me well, or you tell your mother about his, I will never touch you or look at you again. This is your one chance to have the kind of sex that will determine the rest of your life, the kind that will make everything feel better from now on. If you miss it you will never feel the kind of pleasure I offer, and you'll grow up an old maid always wondering how much happier your life could have been. Understand?"

She nodded, her tear stained eyes wide with the fear of denial, but also the promise of intense sex. "Yes . . . yes mistress."

"Good." I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She whined a little but didn't protest. I gave her one last kiss, just to remind her how good I was at it, and then I slapped her on the ass so hard she jumped up. "Go cool off."

She galloped away to the pool like a wounded deer. I licked my lips as I watched her tight ass shake while she moved. I couldn't wait to get my tongue between those little cheeks, and whether she failed me or not, I was going to rape the shit out of her before giving her over to Bobby as a present. This was part of my other ultimate plan, not only to overthrow Principal Cox with Bobby's help, but also to make Bobby fall in love with me. I figured if I could offer him up all the prime pussy he could fuck, he would have to choose me over his other dozens of regular sluts. Erica was nothing more than a gift for Bobby, to be fucked and discarded like a box of tissues.

Satisfied with what I had done I walked out of Veronica's massive house. The sun was almost about to set and the driveway was empty except for my car at the end, in which I knew my daughter was probably still getting her brains fucked out by Bobby as he waited for a status report.

Then I noticed that there was someone hiding in the bushes just to my right, directly beneath one of the massive windows that looked into the house. I pretended not to see him at first, moving a little closer, then I plunged my arms down and caught the peeping tom and flung him onto the walkway. He landed with a heavy thud, loud enough that I knew I winded him. It was Eric, Veronica's cute little son and Erica's twin brother. He looked panicked and scarred, and in his hand was one of the smallest cocks I had ever seen. It didn't even deserve to be called a cock, it was more of a weenie teeny wiener, and even fully erect it must have been less than five inches. He was even smaller than my husband.

"What were you doing, you little shit?" But I knew what he was doing. He had been jerking off as he watched me suck his mother's tits, and then as I broke his twin sister. He had seen everything, and now he could have ruined everything. 

"I didn't see anything, I swear," he lied. He was a terrible liar. The fact that he had to say that he hadn't seen anything proved he saw everything, and the perfectly erect little pencil betrayed how aroused he was. Part of me just wanted to kill him, to stick his neck between my legs and snap it like a twig, but not only would that ruin my chances with her mother, I'd probably get arrested. I had nowhere to hide the body anyway. 

I decided upon a strategy. At first I acted all sweet, even a little horny, just to get him interested. I kneeled down in a way that revealed my violet panties to him, and I began massaging his tiny swollen balls. "Oh, poor little boy, did I hurt you."

"N-no," he stuttered. My hand was already arousing him. 

"Oh, I'm so glad. I'd hate to bruise a sexy little stud like you." I was leaning over now, giving him a big view of my cleavage and of his sister's swimsuit which was stuck there. "Do you understand what you saw?"

He nodded, writhing in pleasure from my gentle handjob.

"Well," I smirked, "that's too bad." I began crushing his tiny balls in my fist. He squirmed and tried to get away but I was infinitely more powerful than him. I held his balls to the point of popping them, but never went too far. "If you tell your mother what I did with your sister, or tell you sister what I did with your mother, or tell anyone anything, I am going to rip your balls off. I will cut your sack open and fry your testicles in olive oil before feeding them to your family. I will drug you and take you to my ex-boyfriend, who is a plastic surgeon, and he'll perform a sex change operation on your little dick. You'll be a pretty little slut like your sister, and then I'll pimp you out to the most violent, most big-dicked gangsters I can find. Would you like that? Would you like becoming some big black man's little white bitch?"

He shook his head, terrified of me.

"Good. So you'll keep that little cocksucking mouth of yours shut, won't you faggot?"

But then he surprised me. "Have sex with me."

I almost laughed. I almost broke is balls too. "Excuse me."

"I want the same offer you gave my sister. If I do what you say and keep quite you'll have sex with me." He looked at me defiantly. He was cute, in a pretty boy sort of way, and he had the same big blue eyes his sister had. Too bad he had a small dick. Cock size was very important to me, not quite as much as general good looks, but I had fucked plenty of ugly men just because I heard they knew how to kill a pussy. 

I was actually a little impressed by how the little faggot stood up to me. I smiled and I let go of his balls. I stood up and then I helped him get to his feet. He was about as tall as his sister, the top of his head only coming to my chin. I gave him a sexy, sympathetic look, and I leaned over to kiss him. He excitedly leaned in to kiss me back.

WHACK!!! But then my knee came up and crushed his tiny junk into his hip bone, lifting him several inches off of the ground. He would have fallen over, but I didn't let him. He wrapped my arms around his waist, my tits smothering his face, and I brought my knee up into his balls three more times in rapid succession, each time harder than the last. When I let go he fell to his knees, gasping desperately in pain, drool oozing from his mouth.

I grabbed him by the hair and arched his neck back. Then I brought my heel down on his little cock, hard enough to hurt him more but not hard enough to break it. My heel would have gone through his cock like a nail through wood. 

"Listen you worthless, dickless shithead!" I scolded him. "I don't fuck losers like you. Ever! And I'm not going to be blackmailed by one either. You are going to keep your mouth shut or everything I promised you will come true. I am going to rape your mother and then I am going to rape your sister, and If you're lucky I'll let you watch. Understand?"

"Yes!" he painfully moaned, clutching at my leg trying to get it off his dick. His efforts were futile though. My leg was more powerful than his entire body.

"Good. And if we have to have this conversation again I will pop one of your balls." I let my leg up and he cried in painful relief. His tears were running down my leg, right where his sister's pussy-stain was. I could have left him like that, but just to be a bitch I slammed my ass into his face. The hard muscle of my butt struck him like a fist and he fell back, rolling back into the dirt and the bushes. Something I did to him must have set him off too, because his little cock was erupting with tiny strings of white semen, most of it landing on him. 

"Faggot." I left him there, trying to fit his swollen purple balls back into his shorts as I returned to my car. When I opened the door a wave of heat and sexual aroma enveloped me. My car stank of sex. Inside Bobby and my daughter Lily must have just been finishing up. Their clothes were all scattered around, and I was happy to see that Bobby had been using my daughter's school uniform to mop up their pools of sexual release. My daughter was naked and sweating like a race horse, her chest and fact plastered with thick globs of semen. Bobby was stroking is still hard monster, trying to calm it down a little before he lost control of it. A steady stream of hot white man-milk was still dripping from his apricot-sized head, and onto my daughter's white blouse. 

"How'd it go?" he asked

I would have answered but my slutty little daughter interrupted me with her sex-crazed moaning. "Mommy! Bobby . . . Bobby fucked me so hard. I can't . . . I can't feel my legs." Her pussy was gushing like a broken fire hydrant, and even though her sweater was under her to soak it up her juices were still getting everywhere.

"Shut the fuck up, okay honey," I took Erica's bikini from between my tits, balled it up, and then I rammed it into my daughter's gushing cunt, plugging it up so her juices wouldn't leak onto my leather seats. She was still very sensitive and when my fingers left her pussy she came again, hard and painfully. It was enough to make her pass out and she collapsed into a series of silent spasms, her tongue hanging out like a dog's.

"It went great," I told Bobby as I buckled my safety belt, licking my fingers clean of my daughter's sexual lather. "But we need to get to the mall for some swimsuit shopping. We are going to the beach this weekend."

CHAPTER2

That night was one of the most sexually frustrating nights of my life. More than frustrating, it was painful. After a whole day of teasing and molesting Veronica Lovegood's entire family I needed to get fucked, and I needed it bad. I had been hoping that Bobby would fuck me in the shopping mall when we went looking for swimsuits, but he ended up going into the back with the twenty year old slut who worked the counter. Even through the concrete wall I could hear Bobby tearing her open. After about twenty minutes he came out, zipping up his pants, and told me that we could just take whatever we wanted from the store. Since I wasn't getting any cock I treated myself to a dozen or so of the most expensive, more risqué swimsuits I could find. Bobby chose out of few speedos, but it was hard to find anything that could comfortably accommodate his eleven inches of thick destruction. Luckily some parts of Salty Cover were clothing optional, at least they were when I visited there as a teenager. 

I didn't get anything for Lily, she'd have to wear the itty-bitty thong I took from Erica. 

Driving home almost resulted in several crashes because every time I shifted my legs on the gas I almost burst out into a much needed orgasm, my inflated cunt was that sensitive. Bobby wasn't helping either as he sat in the back seat absently stroking his dick, waving it just beyond my reach. Lily was still knocked out, and although I am sure Bobby would have had no problem fucking her while she was unconscious he instead just jacked it.

I was sure that when we got home he'd command me to undress and please him, or he'd just strip me naked and rip me apart like a paper bag, like the first time we fucked. Besides, Lily was still so zonked out that she stumbled back into the house naked, her legs shivering violently, and she didn't even recognize the place. But instead of even looking at me he just yanked on one of my daughter's pigtails and led her upstairs to her room, from which the sounds of sexual frenzy bordering on attempted murder came from a few minutes later.

That night I as I lay in bed next to my husband I could still hear the never ending cries of passionate, painful sex echoing through the hall as Bobby continued to break my daughter's tight box into shape for his massive package. Occasionally I could hear Lily yell "Mommy," or "Daddy," and "Help," but both my husband and I did nothing to interfere. We both knew by know that Bobby was the master of the house, a fact that I was perfectly happy with, but one my husband was having trouble adopting to, considering that he had bought the house with his money years ago. 

It had been a week ago that Bobby had come to live with us, ostensibly as my poor, unfortunate student who could no longer afford living alone, but that was bullshit. Mark came home to find his daughter on the floor, naked and plastered with semen, while I was on my knees choking on Bobby's pulsing cock as it pumped another load down my throat. Mark had always been my little submissive cuckold, even on our honeymoon I spent more time getting double-teamed by island boys than I spent with him at all. But bringing Bobby home to live with us went further than I had ever gone before, and Mark had tried to fight back. He yelled at me and told me to kick Bobby out, or he would divorce me and take Lily away. 

Bobby and I had spent the rest of that night disciplining my husband. I tied him up and tortured his balls until they were black and blue, and then I made him watch as Bobby destroyed me on our marriage bed. Mark has been submissive ever since then.

"That boy's a freak of nature," my husband moaned, lying next to me as Lily's screams reverberated through the walls.

"He's a god," I corrected Mark. To emphasize my point I reached over and gave his average cock a nice hard squeeze, just to remind him which of us was in charge. He was hard. I guess listening to our daughter being fucked to death was turning him on too.

I was so horny that my body was overheating. I had already stripped off all of my clothes and kicked down my sheets. Now I was lying naked, drenched in sweat, as every muscle is my athletic body cried out for Bobby's touch. My breasts were so stiff that it hurt to breath and the nipples felt hard enough to cut through glass. In the darkness of our room every curve of my figure shone with erotic radiance, and my head ached with sexual fog. I needed to get fucked.

I grabbed Mark's boxers and ripped them apart with my nails, viciously clawing them like a deranged lioness. My husband's unimpressive cock stood at full attention, and even though I knew it would prove an unsatisfying meal I was simply too starving to overlook it. I crawled on top of him, my wet cut gliding smoothly over his frail torso, before finally settling over his dick. I sat down, and despite his underwhelming size I almost climaxed immediately. All six inches slid in, every inch heightening my hypnotic condition. I felt like I was entering into another state of consciousness, and my body was melting away into a warm of ocean of sex.

I rode on top of Mark like a wild woman, slamming into him with enough force to shake our giant bed back and forth across the room. The headboard began banging against the wall, chipping away at the paint, and every piece of furniture in the room shook like an earthquake was taking place.

Mark looked up at me like I was an angel descending from heaven, or at least he did at first. I began fucking him harder than he could take. He cock slapped back and forth beneath my powerful thighs, often popping out of my ravenous pussy before I'd reposition myself and slam it back in. I grabbed onto the headboard for stability, and then I really began to fuck with all my strength. Mark was being slid back and forth like a wet mop, grunting in pain as my free hand cut into his week flesh. 

"Domi, stop!" he cried. "Slow down!" 

"Fuck you!" I yelled back, spitting on him. No matter how hard I fucked him, no matter how fast I slid over his dick, I just couldn't push myself over the edge I needed to get over. I couldn't cum. "C'mon," I screamed. "Fuck me you piece of shit!" I was crying.




School Conquering Stud Ch. 02



Mark came. I felt his pathetic dick squirt out its few dollops of weak, watery fluid before he started to go soft. I was nowhere near finished though. I kept fucking him, even when his flaccid tool wouldn't stay in any more, I kept fucking. Finally he pushed me back, weakly pawing at my sore tits, and slipped out from under me. He crawled off the bed and retreated to our bathroom, clutching his bruised, inadequate equipment.

I fell to the bed crying as I found myself stuck at the perch of sexual release without being able to fall. I stuck both of my hands down to my cunt and started stroking it, slapping it, even punching it as I tried to kill the monster that Bobby had bred in me. I gripped my cunt with both hands in an imitation of Bobby gripping his baseball bat penis. Just then I heard Bobby yelling from Lily's room. "I'm cuuummmmiiiinngggg!!! Take it you bitch!!!"

I imagined that he was talking to me, that I was the bitch being impaled by him, and that mental image, the memory of Bobby's perfect body looming over me, finally sent me over the edge. My orgasm broke through in a silent scream as every muscle in my body exploded. My back arched off the bed so radically that I was worried my spine would snap, and my pussy exploded with streams of cunt-water. 

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted but when I finally came down from it my room looked a lot different. My bed was broken, but it was hardly the first. All of my sheets were ripped apart as if a bunch of tigers had savaged it, and many of my framed pictures were broken. The mattress around me was soaked. I ejaculated so much that I lost weight.

It was an amazing orgasm, but I knew it was nothing compared to what Bobby could do to me. As I drifted off to sleep, my body quivering with aftershocks of orgasmic ecstasy, I dreamt of Bobby and me being together, with Veronica Lovegood on her knees licking up my puddles of sex.

This was going to be a good weekend.

CHAPTER 3

My jaw almost dropped when I saw the Lovegood's summer house on the shore of Salty Cove, a popular beach community. Veronica's summer house was better than my actual house. It was three stories tall, right on the beach, and as I rounded the corner I saw what must have been a large swimming pool hidden within a wide row of tall hedges. Never could my cuckold husband and I afford such an amazing place, not unless I managed to take Principal Cox's job and inherit all of her illegal businesses. I was more jealous of Veronica than ever before. It was going to be so good to break her.

And there she was, Veronica Lovegood, standing in the driveway waving to us. She was wearing a conservative but still stylish white one-piece swimsuit, but her hips and legs were covered by a flowing yellow sarong that almost matched the color of her short blonde hair. She looked positively giddy to see me, stupid bitch.

Her kids were there too. Erica was dripping wet and shining in the early afternoon sun, wearing only a red one-piece and a pair of flip-flops. Even though her swimsuit was very conservative it still hugged the elegant curves of her sexually maturing young body. She looked just as excited as her mother to see me, which could be a problem if either of them caught on. 

Eric was there too, in board shorts and an unbuttoned shirt. He was a cute little boy, I'll give him that, but too bad he's such a short-dicked bitch. He might be fun to play with, but I'd never let a pathetic loser like him actually fuck me. Maybe Lily would give him a pitty-fuck. He needed it. 

When I stepped out of the car it was their jaws that dropped. I was already in my swimsuit, which was the most risqué and revealing thing I owned. It was a black sling-shot bikini that narrowed into an almost nonexistent thong as it disappeared into the valley of my muscular ass. My big firm tits were barely held in place by the two v-straps, both of which were transparent enough for my nipples to stand out as two darker circles in the mesh. Other than that the only thing I was wearing was some jewelry and a pair of sharply angled sunglasses. 

I was very satisfied with the Lovegood's reaction. Erica was practically drooling when she saw me and her little chest was beating like a frightened bird's. I was sure if she was not already dripping wet there would have been a damp spot between her shivering legs. Veronica was absolutely shocked and I could tell that she wanted to chase me away and cover children's eyes, but instead she just stood there clutching her left breast. Her look of shock eventually turned to one of hunger and even admiration. I could tell that she was hot for my body, and she admired that I was daring enough to show it off. Eric looked like he was ready to pop in his little shorts, which was so uncool.

Then my daughter stepped out of the car and she got another slew of shocked reactions. Lily was wearing Erica's red micro-thong bikini that looked as if it were painted on. The only thing else she had on were a tiny pair of Levi daisy-dukes that had been cut so short they were practically a thong themselves, and most of her tight little ass was completely bare. Erica was completely shocked when she recognized her stolen bikini on another girl's body. Veronica was likewise shocked that I'd allow my daughter to wear such a slutty ensemble, but luckily she didn't say anything yet. Eric was even closer to losing his little nut.

And then my secret weapon stepped out of the car: Bobby Scagliotti. He was actually the least clothed of all of us, wearing only a black speedo swimsuit that was strained to the point of bursting as it tried to contain his large package, effectively pushing the speedo down so far that the top of his genital area showed. He body was completely hairless and perfectly defined as if her were a bronze statue. 

The Lovegood's looked like they could have all been knocked over with a feather at that point. Erica's expression was unmistakable, I had seen it on the face of every teenage girl at my school. She looked at Bobby as if he were God himself, or the Devil. Whichever made her hornier. The look on Veronica's face was almost sad, probably because she was just now realizing how absolutely low on the sexual totem-pole her husband was. The difference between Bobby and her husband was the difference between a nuclear warhead and a cherry-bomb. Even Eric was hypnotized by the superior male, but men always were more fixated with cock size than women were. Faggots. 

"Veronica, so good to see you," I said excitedly, knowing that I had to master the conversation now if I was going to keep everything on track. I strutted over and gave her a big hug, squeezing our large breasts and warm skin together. I even leaned in to kiss her, not like friends, but like horny lovers. Her lips parted instinctually and our tongues touched for a moment before she pulled back, aware that her children were watching. 

"Dominique, I'm . . . I'm so-"

"And this is my daughter Lily," I said pointing to my naked little slut of a daughter, "and this is Bobby. He's staying with us for a while (not a great family situation)." I watched her eyes glide over Bobby's muscular body before finally settling at the enormous tube-steak he was smuggling. I could feel her shivering in my arms. This was going to be easier than I thought. 

"Nice to meet you," Veronica nervously stuttered. "This is my daughter Erica and my son Eric."

"Hey!" Eric excitedly approached my daughter, although he she clearly out of his league. "I guess we'll be hanging out this weekend. Cool, huh?"

"Whatever." my daughter wouldn't even look directly at him. 

"Um . . . hi," Erica nervously approached Bobby, like a lamb drawn to a hungry lion. Bobby was taller than her, but not nearly as tall as me, and he muscular body looked like it could have crushed little Erica with a twitch, and she looked like she wanted exactly that. She kept looking down at his crotch. 

Bobby just gave her a knowing smile. He was going to fuck her stupid. It was decided. 

"So," I continued, letting my hand smoothly trail down to her plump ass, "why don't Eric and Erica show Lily and Bobby the beachfront. That'll give you and me some time to . . . settle down." 

Veronica's lower lip trembled as she smiled. "Um, yeah. Kids, why don't you show Lily and Bobby all the local spots. It shouldn't take too long, Salty Cove's beach front is pretty small." 

Erica never took her eyes off of Bobby's hard body. "Yeah. Sure."

"Awesome," Eric agreed, practically drooling over my daughter. 

I watched the four of them trot off in nothing but their swimsuits and flip-flops, remembering my own high school days at Salty Cove when I scarcely wore anything more than sunscreen. It was hard to keep my eyes off of Bobby's ass, but Erica had a cute little butt herself. She nudged up as close to him as possible, almost reaching out to take his hand. I would not at all be surprised to see her come back later with a limp walk and the stupid, blissful expression of a slut you just had her brains fucked out.

Eric kept trying to do the same with Lily, even reaching out to take her arm, but she just started walking faster. I wouldn't be surprised to see him walking funny later too, but in his case it would be because my daughter had broken his balls. 

As soon as they were out of sight I retook Veronica in my arms and gave her a tight hug, mashing out tits together and squeezing her ass with my hands. "Now that we're alone," and I leaned in to slather the inside of her mouth with my tongue. This time she submitted to it, and she almost melted in my arms as I pushed her body into mine. 

"Show me inside," I commanded. She nodded her head silently with a horny sleepy look and led me inside by my hand. The beach house was very nice and modern in design. Most of the first floor was just a big living room with an entire wall of windows that overlooked the beach. There was also a big deck with a large pool and a hot tub.

Feeling rather bold, I hooked my thumbs through the top straps of my sling bikini and flung it down, letting the entire swimsuit fall to my ankles. I was standing in her living room completely naked and glistening as I stretched my back, sticking my large breasts out to her eye level. She smiled in aroused shock as she looked me over, still coming to grips with her newly provoked lesbian urges. 

"Dominique," she gasped, "what if someone sees you?"

"Parts of Salty Cove are still clothing optional. What does it matter?"

"Yeah, but not this part. This is where all of my friends from the country club come to vacation. I don't let my kids go to the parts you're talking about."

I moaned as I stretched out in the hot light of the sun. "Why not. Being naked feels free. You should be naked right now, actually. Take your suit off."

She covered her large breasts with her arms, smiling shyly. "Dominique, I--" but I wasn't asking. I bounced on her and kissed her again, pushing her to the floor as I clawed at her conservative swimsuit. She moaned and gasped in satisfied submission as I took control of her. I pulled the top straps down and her large breasts bounced out, her nipples poking upward for freedom. She giggled as I brought my mouth down and licked them, but then she cried when I started biting them. I wasn't finished yet, and I stood up as I peeled the suit completely free from her pale white body. She flopped to the ground and jiggled as I stood over her, licking my lips and caressing my erect clit. I grabbed her by the hair and brought her face to up to my cunt, pressing her lips against mine. She didn't need to be told what to do. She started lapping at my pussy like she was starving to death. I moaned in pleasure as she ate me, even though she really wasn't that good. I could tell I was her first pussy since college.

I let go of her hair and she fell back to the ground, her face smeared with my pussy-honey. I crawled on top of her and we began to kiss again as I glided my naked, sweaty body over hers, producing a series of smacking sounds every time our breasts struck each other. When her nipples began to spout more streams of warm milk I knew she was ready to cum.

I repositioned myself between her legs so that our pussies were touching, then I locked my legs into hers, roughly taking control of her. I propped myself up on my hands to gain leverage while she was still on her back, weighed down by the thick sexual fog taking over her mind. I started to grind our pussies together, producing even more wet slapping sounds as I slowly increased the tempo. Veronica looked up at me with wide blue eyes, filled with arousal and fear, as her next orgasm began to build up. She was trying to talk, possibly wanting to tell me what a goddess I was and/or how much she loved me, but the things I was doing to her clit made it impossible for her to speak. She just moaned and writhed beneath me, scraping at the floor with her nails as she began to lose control.

I was close to losing control myself. I was surprised by how much I was dripping as I felt my own intense orgasm building up inside every muscle of my body. I started to grind in to her faster, rougher because now this wasn't just about softening her up for Bobby; I needed to get off as well. I hadn't planned on it this way. I hated this bitch, I wanted to ruin her life, but I had to admit that this chubby white bitch was starting to grow on me. 

This realization made me angry though, so I started hitting her pussy with my hips like I was trying to bash it to death, but this only brought us both closer to orgasm. Her stupid mouth gaped open like a dead fish and I saw her blue eyes roll back. Hot sprays of milk shot out from her erect nipples and her whole body began to shutter like she was having a seizure. Then her pussy popped like a water balloon and drenched the lower half of my body. When she started screaming I came too, my clit was so hard and erect that I was practically fucking her with it, but that feeling wasn't enough. I unwound my body from hers and climbed on top of her face, lowering my crotch right above her screaming face.

"Eat me, you fucking bitch!" I screamed, completely unable to control myself. For all I knew I was ruining my chances with her. This was probably her first time having truly hard sex, and I knew the way it could turn off some people, but the only thing I cared about right then was my own needs.

I started grinding my tight snatch over her fat peachy lips, and I felt it melt like butter on her willing tongue. She was doing it, she was performing cunnilingus like a depraved lesbian, although she wasn't very good at it. I helped her along by fingering my clit until I felt my floodgates begin to open, and when they did I almost drowned her in my release. I shook and screamed as I continued to ride her face, raping her mouth, as my muscles tightened up to the breaking point. Finally, after almost a minute of pure climax, I came down and I fell off of her. She gasped desperately for air, gurgling my juices, and for a few minutes we just lay there next to each other, bathing in our a pool of a sexual fluids and sweat.

Finally she spoke. "Oh, Domi . . . yes." 

I smirked. Bobby was going to like this bitch. "I hope you weren't offended by me taking control like that. It happens sometimes when I'm on the edge."

Her hands found my body and she started groping. "No. God, no. I wish my husband fucked my like that. I loved it. Did I . . . did I do good for you?"

Although it took all of my energy I managed to roll over her kiss her. Our lips weakly wrestled as my sloppy spit spilled into her mouth. Her breath reeked of my cunt. "You were perfect." I kissed her deeply again, our sensitive tits mashing into each other. "So your husband doesn't take control in the bedroom? What's your sex like?"

She looked away shyly. I smirked. Stupid bitch had a faggot for a husband.

"You know, there are plenty of sexy young studs with big, hard dicks around here. Any one of them would probably kill just to get a chance with a hot milf like you. Would you like that? Would you like to get your brains fucked out?"

Veronica gasped beneath me and looked embarrassed. "What? No! I would never cheat on my husband!" 

I rolled my eyes at the dumb bitch before kissing her again. "What do you thing we just did, sweetie?"

"But . . . my husband gave me permission."

Holy shit. She told her husband about me. "Excuse me?" 

She wouldn't look me in the eyes. "After . . . after we played with each other at my house I told my husband. I am not the kind of woman who cheats on her husband. I am not an adulterer. But he wasn't mad, he actually became . . . aroused. He hadn't had an erection like that in years, even with the drugs."

Well of course he fucking did, I thought. He was a man. Any man would get hard at the thought of a goddess like me having sex with his retarded wife.

"We've had trouble conceiving, you know, but that night we had sex three times. He ejaculated more in that one night than he has in almost a year. He told me that the thought of you and me being together for a whole weekend made him more aroused than anything, and when it's over I'll have stories to fuel our sex-life. I'm sorry." 

I couldn't believe it. I was here to use her to gain leverage against Principal Cox, but now I realize this fat bitch was the one using me. I wanted to slap her. I wanted to bash her pretty face in. I wanted to shove my fist up her cunt until my elbow touched her clit, but I held back. I could still work this situation to my advantage.

I kissed her again, lovingly, but all I could think about was choking her to death. "Don't be sorry. Anything I can do to help," I said with a big, sexy smile.

"Oh, Domi, I love you." She kissed me with renewed energy and wrapped her legs around my waist. We didn't have the energy for another round of sex but we still lost ourselves in each other's bodies for the next hour or so. All the while she moaned like a lovesick teenager and kept whispering into my ear what an amazing friend I was, promising that we would do this with each other every chance we could find. I whispered that I loved her too, but all the while I was imagining what her stupid face was going to look like with Bobby's monster cock up her fat ass, or what her crying would sound like as he destroyed her womb with a blast of his superhuman essence. I wanted Veronica to watch as I fucked her little daughter and tamed her to be my newest bitch, and I wanted Veronica to watch as I humiliated her son by fucking him up the ass with the biggest, blackest dildo I owned.

This weekend was only getting started.

CHAPTER 4

"I wish I had your bravery," Veronica complemented me as we got out of the shower. "You look absolutely amazing in that thong. Like something in a magazine."

I was slipping on my sling bikini, the black one with the mesh material that left the outline of my nipples completely visible. The elastic material barely kept my melon sized tits restrained, and it disappeared down the crack of my ass. The only magazine something like this would show up in would be a pornographic one.

"Thanks. You could wear one like this too. You have the body for it." I was being honest. Veronica had a body that begged for sex. I admired her as she toweled off, cleaning up the last of sexual sheen we had worked up an hour earlier. I wanted her again. 

She smiled shyly. "No, I'm way too inhibited for that. Greg and I have a lot of friends who vacation here and I can't imagine what they'd say if they saw me strutting around in a piece of string that barely covered my breasts. Besides, I don't even one a bikini. I only own one-pieces."

I smirked as I reached out to stroke her wet blonde hair. "You could barrow one of mine. Come on." I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the steamy bathroom. She dropped the towel and timidly covered her tits as I led her naked past the houses many windows. She was obviously worried someone was going to get a peek at her, but she was excited as well. 




School Conquering Stud Ch. 02



"Here, I think this one would be perfect for you." I rummaged through my suitcase that was still in the living room, careful not to let Veronica see the arsenal of dildos, cuffs, and other sex toys I had brought along. She was going to see them soon enough, but not until it was too late. The bikini I withdrew was one I only wore on special occasions for the school's PE teacher, Simon Washington. Simon was a big, handsome black man, exactly the kind I liked to fuck when I really wanted to piss of my husband. Simon had a jungle/cave-girl fetish, which was the reason he had bought me this bikini. It was a tiny little jaguar print thong that barely contained anything, just like all my swimsuits. I'd wear it and run around Simon's house, pretending it was the jungles of South America, and he'd chase after me before fucking my mind out. The tiny triangle that covered the crotch was a little crunchy from all the semen that it had been soaked in, but I still handed it to Veronica.

"Put it on," I instructed.

She held the tiny strings in front of her as if wondering where the rest of it was. "Domi . . . I can't. There's no way."

I was pretty confident by now that my hold on Veronica wasn't going to be jeopardized by some rough play, so I reached out and twisted one of her nipples, squeezing out a few drops of milk in the process.

"I said put it on," I demanded more forcefully now.

Her expression wavered between confusion and a little bit of fear, but she pouted in submission and began tying the little thing onto her curvaceous body. Her hips and ass were a lot thicker than mine, which forced the flimsy leopard print to stretch near to breaking. The top was equally tight and her large tits spilled over the tiny triangles a little. She looked unbelievably sexy standing there like some porno version of a female Tarzan, and a snickered as I imagined Simon or Bobby hunted her down to claim her pussy. Bobby was going to love me for giving him this juicy bitch, but I wonder if I'd be able to do things with her after that. Maybe I could pimp her out. I know Simon would pay big bucks to stick his ebony ramrod up this rich white woman's fat ass. 

"You look delicious," I told her. "Now let's get lathered up in sunscreen and hit the town. I want you to show me around."

"She you around?" she quivered. "Dressed like this? I couldn't. What will my friends say when they see me?"

I found a bottle of sunscreen and I squeezed out a big load into my hands. It made me think of Bobby. "They'll say 'wow, look at that sexy bitch. I want to fuck her,' or something like that." Without asking a reached out and began running my hands all over Veronica's body, spreading the sunscreen over every inch of her voluptuous form. She shook in sexual pleasure despite herself.

"But . . . can I at least wear a shirt or a sarong or something, right."

"Nope," I said squeezing her tits. "No shirts, no sarongs. You can take your flip-flops and a pair of sunglasses, but nothing else."

She looked around helplessly, as if expecting to find some excuse not to walk around in public totally naked. "But . . . what will I carry my money in?"

I laughed before giving he another wet kiss. "Sweetie, with tits and asses like ours why would we need money?"

CHAPTER 5

Walking down the main street of Salty Cove was a little disappointing. I had expected it to be like the old days when I was a teenager, but it had apparently grown rather boring. I remember coming here in high school knowing that I wouldn't have to walk more than two blocks to get the hardest drugs and the hardest studs the world had to offer, and I spent most of my summer's saturated with weed, cocaine, ecstasy, and semen. teens and adults walked around in the street totally nude and often fornicated in public. I remember once seeing a female police officer getting fucked doggy-style over the roof of her car by a big negro she had just arrested. It had been that kind of town.

But now it looked more mellow, almost boringly so. There were still plenty of young cuties strutting about. Yong girls in thong bikinis and studs in board shorts, and there were a few topless women on the beach, but the rampant culture of sex and drugs was completely absent. It almost made me a feel a little foolish being out in my pornographic sling-bikini, but the constant looks of lust and jealousy I received kept me encouraged. Veronica on the other hand was completely humiliated as she clung to me like a scared little girl in nothing more than a few ounces of jaguar print material.

I led Veronica around town like a bitch on a leash, pulling her by the hand to every crowded public place I could find. She vainly tried to cover up her near nakedness, but her ass and tits were simply too large and bare to cover up with her hands. She was probably wearing more sunscreen than swimsuit, and what little material covered her large nipples was at this point practically transparent from sweat.

We caused quite a commotion as the eyes of every boy and man in Salty Cove became glued to us, and more than once a young man would shudder as a dark, sticky wet spot would suddenly appear on the front of his swimsuit. Women snarled and sneered, but more than a few had their own wet spots growing between their legs as well.

For what it was worth, Veronica and I were not the only thong-clad attention-whores on the strip that day. Salty Cove had obviously become more of a 'family friendly' place than it was in my youth, when drugs and sex happened right on the street, but I still saw my fare share of naughtiness. The beach was dotted with nude sunbathers, and in a few alleys I was sure I heard the telltale sounds of a young lovers fucking like little animals. 

"Domi," Veronica whined. "Can't we go somewhere more private?" By now her tits were dripping with a thin sheen of sweat and sunscreen lotion, causing her large, puffy nipples to almost slip out from beneath their useless coverings. Her large ass was hovering inches away from a young man seated on a park bench, and he had a surprisingly large erection showing through his pants, much to the dismay of his mother sitting next to him. The attractive woman tried to press her sons thick pole down, as if it would just go away, but she misjudged and pushed him over the edge. A thick strand of young semen shot out of the boy's shorts and coated Veronica's calf. The mother looked ready to feint when I scraped my finger along the white, sticky strand on brought it up to my mouth. 

"You son's delicious," I whispered to her. "You should try him sometime." She feinted then.

"Dominique! Can we please go somewhere private! Boys are literally creaming themselves on me!"

I pulled her in and kissed her deeply, letting her taste what was left of the young stud's seed. "Sure. I know a perfect little spot."

That was the plan though. There was a small, hidden little stretch of beach not far away that I had gone to as a horny teenager for one reason: to watch people fuck. The small cove was a favorite spot of young lovers, horny locals, and even a few anonymous hookups. The best part was those not participating could watch everything from a bundle a higher ledge that was hidden behind a curtain of bamboo. It was a pervert's dream come true. Some days I'd lay down my towel behind the bamboo and diddle myself all day as I watched the sex going on below, and other days I was down there, performing for someone else who liked to watch. 

Veronica was relieved as we left the crowded main street and all the leering perverts, but she started to look a little concerned as I took her done the hidden path to the bamboo. Her worried face was adorable, like a little lamp just realizing she was being led to the wolf's table.

I brought her to down a narrow, sandy trail to where the curtain of bamboo was, and I was not surprised at all to find the place a mess of beer bottles and used condoms, but I eventually found a place clean enough to lay down a towel, although I'd probably just leave the towel there and let it rot.

"Domi, what are we--"

"Shh," I shushed my quivering toy by placing a long finger on her thick, pouting lips, tracing them was a big wet circle. I could already here the grunting sounds of hard, animalistic sex coming from the beach below, and I was worried that we had gotten here too early. 

Through the bamboo I could see at least three different groups of debauched beach-goers engaging in noisy, wet, shameless sex that instantly took me back to the old days. Closest to us was a young and petite brunette beach-bunny, a little Hispanic girl barely out of high school. Her brown curly hair shook wildly as she was being rutted by a much older man, obviously in his forties, whose brown skin and wide face must have been Hawaiian or Maori. The look on her face was one of pure joy as the older man grabbed her by the hair and almost lifted her off the ground as he jackhammered her tight little ass. 

A little ways off there was a threesome taking place. A very well hung black man, perhaps in his twenties, was standing with a look of pure arrogance as two blonde white women kneeled before him like worshippers, orally adulating his ebony idol. I was very intrigued to see that one woman was much older than the other, but they still looked very similar. Perhaps they were even mother and daughter, bonding over their mutual love for giant black cock. 

"Enjoying the view?" I asked Veronica, who was staring like a starving retard at the sexual feast below us, anxiously rubbing her legs together in a feeble attempt to quell the dripping rage of her voracious cunt. "This is one of the best places in Salty Cove. Some people come to fuck, others come to watch. Sit down, relax, and let's have some fun ourselves."

"Oh Domi, this is so naughty," she gasped, barely able to make the words. "I'm so wet."

I tugged her down and she fell to her knees without giving a hint of resistance, as and she continued to stare and spy at the fucking below I wrapped my long limbs around her, pulling away her arms, and spreading open her legs so that I would have access to every inch of her dripping, fat, baby-making body. I kissed her neck and tweaked her nipples. I massaged her cunt and tickled her anus. I did everything short of actually giving her an actual orgasm, because I needed her to be on the edge for what was about to come.

And then it finally came.

Around the rocks to the south came four new figures. It was our kids. My daughter Lily was leading Bobby and the Lovegood children right into view, just as we had planned. My daughter looked irresistible in the microscopic red bikini I had stolen from Erica, and the mere sight of her strutting in it was enough to send the large black man nearby over the edge. He came. He came hard, grabbing the younger blonde woman before him by the back of the head and jamming his thick cock down her unprepared throat, causing her to gag violently as she desperately tried to swallowed his large load.

"Oh, no!" Veroinca gasped. "What are Erica and Erica doing here? Domi, we should leave. I . . . I can't be here when they're--"

"Shh," I hushed my pretend lover, although I really just wanted to tell the dumb bitch to shut the fuck up. "Just stay still and be quit. If we get up to leave now they're more likely to see us. You don't want your son and daughter to find you here, in a place like this, in the state you're in, do you? I mean . . . just look at yourself?"

Veronica did as I said and blinked with teary eyes as her sex-dazed mind comprehended her current situation. She was lying in my arms, naked but for a few strands of wet material, her nipples stood out like little volcanoes spewing milk, and her cunt was so swollen and ripe at this point that it looked like a piece of fruit being squeezed for its juice. Every inch of her body screamed SEX! SEX! SEX!

"You're right," she admitted. "Let's just wait here and see what happens. 

I smirked. Stupid bitch.

Lily didn't stop walking until she was right next to the bamboo, close enough for use to hear and see everything she did, which was exactly my plan. My daughter smile wickedly as she enjoyed the sight of the large Hawaiian man destroying the young Latina slut beneath him, and for a moment it looked like Lily was going to ask if she could be next, but Erica ran up to her and grabbed her by the shoulder, angrily. 

"I want it back!" Erica demanded. "I know it's mine, and I want it back."

"I don't know what you're talking about, bitch. I think you're just jealous," my daughter responded. Lily smirked at Erica and licked her lips. 

I knew what they were talking about. It was the bikini. Shit! I knew I shouldn't have let Lily keep that flossy thing. All my plans could might got to shit for the sake of thong no bigger than a piece of string.

"Domi," Veronica whispered to me. "Is that my daughter's swimsuit? The one I said she couldn't have? What's Lily doing with it?"

"Shh," I hushed Veronica, pinching her clit slightly. She moaned softly and fell back into a sexual fog, forgetting her question as she squirmed in my arms.

"Give it back!" Erica screamed and swiped at Lily, but lily caught her wrist and backed away.

"Guys, don't fight, who cares about some dumb swimsuit" Eric whined, like a frightened little faggot.

"Shut up, Eric!" Erica hissed. "This stupid slut has been strutting around in my swimsuit, hogging all the attention for herself, as she doesn't even look good in it."

Lily laughed. "I knew you where jealous."

"Fuck you," Erica responded. The swimsuit she was wearing now was also very sexy, the tight red one-piece, but it was nothing compared to the few inches of material that covered my daughter's supple breasts.

Lily licked her lips again. "Tell you what, bitch, I won't give you your swimsuit back just for nothing, but you CAN win it back. If, and only if, you can beat me in a contest of me choosing."

Erica laughed, already certain of her victory. "Alright, sounds great! I'm a star athlete, you pudgy half-breed. I'm ranked amongst the top hundred track and field athletes in the nation, not that your fat-ass would know anything about that, seeing as you spend all day eating potato chips and sucking cock at your crappy school."

Lily giggled evilly. "Funny that you should bring up sucking cock."

"Why?"

"Because that's the contest."

"What!?" Eric and Erica said in unison.

"What?" Veronica asked groggily. I had to massage the lips of her pulsing vagina a few more times to get her to shut up and stop thinking.

Lily got up right in Erica's face, standing so close to her blonde Aryan rival that their lips almost touched. "I know you've been looking at my boyfriend's cock. Bobby's bulge is a little hard to ignore, especially when it is so close to ripping that sexy speedo right off his perfect ass. Admit it, the sight of it makes you wet." I saw my daughter's hand slide between Erica's legs, probing her moist sex just as I was to her mother's. 

"So?" Erica asked, blushing brightly.

"So I know what you've been thinking. You've been thinking that there is no possible way that Bobby is as big as he looks. That there is no way a human can be born with something as thick and strong as what's been packed into those sweet little trunks. Well he is. He is even bigger than you think he is. He is bigger than anything you've ever seen, even in porn, if your high-and-mighty-ass has ever watched any. Hell, he's probably more than twice the size of you bitch-ass brother over there."

"Bullshit!" Eric looked angry. "So what if he has a bigger dick than me. That doesn't mean anything, and it is fucking impossible that he is more than twice my size. He's bigger than me, but no way he's that much bigger."

Lily laughed quietly at Eric, but she never turned away from Erica. They were staring deeply into each other's eyes as the tips of their young breasts kissed. "Two bets then. First, I bet that Bobby is more than twice the size of Eric, at least. Second, that you won't be able to suck down more of it than I can. Deal?"

"What do we get if we win?" Erica asked. She looked focused, smirking with an abundance of confidence.

"If you can suck down more of Bobby's cock than me I will give you your swimsuit back, right here, right now. But if you can't handle a real man's dick like I can then you have to give me your swimsuit, which means one of us will be walking home naked."

"Sis," Eric whine, suddenly cowed again. "You can't really be--"

"Shut up Eric!" Erica was determined. "What about my brother. What if his cock is bigger than you think it is?"

Lily shrugged. "What does he want?"

Even though they were talking about him no one bothered to look at Eric. He blushed nervously and his posture was terrible. There is nothing less sexy than a boy with bad posture. He rubbed his hands nervously as he considered what he wanted. He looked at my daughter, but she was only focused on Erica.

"I want to have sex with you," he finally said. "If my cock is even half of Bobby's size you have to let me fuck you."

Lily rolled her eyes with disgust. "Fine, not that you have any chance of winning anyway, but when you find that out I get to do something to you."

"What?" Eric asked.

"I get to kick you in the balls. Just once, but you have to stand perfectly still as I do so." She was smiling.

"Wait, what!?!" Eric looked very afraid.

"Deal!" Erica decided. "Let's see 'em!"

Lily smirked and dove straight for Eric's shorts, pulling them down before he could react. The baggy shorts fell to his angles and revealed his disappointing lack of manhood. He was erect though, as I suspected he would be, having been looking at my daughter's edible little ass all day, swaggering just beyond his reach. Five thin inches of flesh was all Eric had to show for himself. My daughter giggled, Erica looked down at her brother with a mixture of confusion and shame, and Bobby just stood there. He didn't even seem to care. Veronica whined a little in my arms, also disappointed with what little spectacle her own son had to offer. 

"Your brother's hung like a mouse on a cold day," my daughter joked to Erica. Erica didn't say anything. 

"So!" Eric almost cried. "I'm still five inches, which is average! This freak would have to be more than ten inches to be twice my size! I'm gonna win this bet, and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll . . . you'll . . ."

"I'll die of boredom?" Lily cut him off. "Let's get this over with. Erica, would you like the honor of disrobing Bobby? I know you want to."

Erica silently descended to her knees with an expression of stubbornness and denial. He small hands gripped the hem of Bobby's speedo which was growing even tighter as the monster within strained against its cage. She tugged, but the speedo was tight, and Bobby's body was a statue of bronze muscle. Erica was whispering to herself as she tugged "no way this thing is more than ten--"

WHACK!!!

Twelve inches of thick muscle aggressively sprang from between Bobby's legs, just as Erica managed to pull the speedo down. His third leg hit her directly in the cheek, smacking against her loudly and sending her to the ground where she fell on her back. She landed hard against the sand and writhed in pain momentarily, although whatever power Bobby had over women, whatever it was about his musk, was already having an effect on her. I could tell. Her legs spread open by instinct, submissively and subconsciously offering her tight young honey-slit to the god standing above her.

"Holy shit," Eric whispered as he too was captivated by the sight of the superior male. I could only imagine how pathetic he must have felt, coming face to face with the perfect image of manhood while he was so completely lacking in any true masculine quality. Eric only perceivable purpose would be as a bottom in a homosexual relationship to a gay man with low standards. And yet, even as Eric blushed in shame, his little pecker stood up a little straighter, and his breathe quickened. I think he was getting aroused, but who wouldn't at the sight of Bobby's revelatory penis?




School Conquering Stud Ch. 02



Veronica squirmed in my arms, trying to break free. "Oh . . . my . . . GOD! Is that . . . is that his penis? I didn't know they could be so . . . so . . ."

I tried to hush her up as she wiggled obstinately in my arms, driven by an innate urge to crawl closer to Bobby, his thick beacon of fertility attracting her like a moth to flame. She had completely forgotten about the welfare of her children, or even of me really, even though my tits were mashed up against her back and I was two fingers deep in her cunt. She was totally focused on Bobby I held her tighter and began rubbing her vaginal mound vigorously hoping to induce a small controlled orgasm, just something to calm her down.

I suppose I could have let her go then. She would have crawled out of the bamboo like some ravenous cougar and jumped Bobby without so much as a word. I am sure she would bite and scratch at him as she would try to impale herself on his cock, and he would give it to her, knowing that the only way to put down a horny cougar is to fuck her into submission. But I couldn't be sure. Her kids might interfere, and that would knock her back into her senses, and then she'd be too embarrassed to ever let me hook her up with Bobby, and then how would I get her stupid womb filled up with his delicious essence. I had to stick to the plan. Besides, I was going to enjoy watching Bobby break every member of this family, not just Veronica.

I watched my daughter grab Bobby by his now fully erect cock, even though her fingers couldn't meet on the other end, and she led him like a tamed lion over to where Eric stood quivering. She grabbed the faggot by his cock too, her small hand almost completely enveloping it, and then she roughly pulled them together. The comparison was radical. I couldn't decide to laugh or cry at how pathetically insignificant Eric looked. His little white pee-pee was dwarfed by the bronze column emerging from Bobby's shredded waist, and comparing their testicles was like comparing golf balls to bowling balls. Most importantly though, Bobby was clearly more than twice the size of Eric, and that was just in terms of length. 

"Spread your legs a little more for me, okay bitch?" my daughter asked Eric in a sweat voice.

Eric complied without even thinking, probably still mesmerized by the sight of Bobby's giant cock. Bobby stepped back and my daughter took his place, licking her lips as she raised one leg backwards, getting ready to kick. Eric's eyes widened when he fully realized what was coming, but it was too late. Lily's shin smacked upward into his balls with such force that he was lifted off the ground, then he fell to his knees on the sand, his pain-shocked face level with Lily's thong-clad crotch. 

She grabbed him by the hair and hanged his head back. "Faggot! Did you really think I'd even risk the chance of fucking someone like you?" She pushed him back and he curled up on the ground in a fetal position, cradling his nearly popped balls.

"Your turn," Lily said to Erica, who was still on her ass, too stunned to move. "Let's see how much of that dick you can suck."

Erica's legs shivered. She had never taken her eyes off of Bobby's skyward limb, not even when her brother was crying on the ground a few feet away. "I don't . . . I don't . . ."

"Fine!" Lily interrupted, falling to her knees in front of Bobby. "I'll go first." She looked up at her sexual master and gave him a sexy little smile before getting to work. She started by kissing the enormous helmet of his cock, running her pink tongue through its deep crevice, and massaging his heavy testicles, but he looked unimpressed. Such gentle foreplay was nothing to Bobby Scagliotti, who could probably fuck a brick wall into dust and still want more. I guessed Lily was putting on the show for Erica's sake, just to make her blonde rival jealous and nervous. It must have been working. Erica looked terrified but she was drooling with lust.

Then the foreplay stopped. Lily got a determined look on her face as she repositioned her small body, trying to line up her esophagus to Bobby's thick trunk of meat, and with a little painful moaning, she began taking it in. Just getting her mouth around the helmet was a task in itself as she had to reposition herself twice just to get her jaw around it. Her teeth grazed over the thick length of his cock, but at little rough felatio never bothered Bobby, in fact, I think he preferred it. As the first three inches of the cock slowly slid down my daughter's throat I could see that she was already having trouble. Her neck was visibly bloated and her eyes began to roll upward as she resisted the urge to gag. She clawed helplessly in the sand, trying to get a grip, so she latched onto Bobby's iron-hard buttocks just to puller herself further towards him. 

Once she hit six inches she began to have problems. Her throat was twitching with the need to gag and her arms where shaking from the lack of oxygen. Finally a line of spit began to drip from her mouth and she began to fail. She started gagging like a drowning victim, and although she clawed viciously at Bobby's muscular ass she couldn't push herself another inch. She held herself there though, for much longer than I thought she could have, before quickly sliding off. His bulbous cockhead popped out of her mouth and sprang upward, throwing strands of spit all over my daughter's face and chest, causing Bobby's cock to glisten in the sun like a golden bar. 

Lily fell to her hands as she gasped for air, even though she licked her lips trying to get as much of Bobby's salty taste down her throat as possible. She gasped, "Now . . . you . . . bitch." 

Erica looked terrified and intimidated, but that didn't stop her from crawling over to Bobby like a hungry little kitten. She took a hold of Bobby's muscle with both of her hands and yet she was barely able to pull it down to her quivering mouth. I wouldn't have been surprised if Bobby could have lifted her off the ground with nothing more than his cock. At first she just looked at it, stroking it weekly as she rubbed Lily' spit more into the skin. She smelled it and in that moment I could tell she was falling in love.

"I haven't done this a lot," Erica said to Bobby. "And never with one so . . . amazing." 

Bobby didn't say anything. He was just waiting for his blowjob. She began by kissing the already wet tip of helmet with her puffy pink lips, occasionally swirling her tongue over him in a polishing motion, which was fucking sexy to look at, but I knew it would mean nothing to Bobby. He looked very unimpressed, even though the poor little slut was trying her hardest to impress him.

"Forget that foreplay shit!" My daughters scolded Erica. "We want to see how deep you can go. So go!" Lily put both of her hands on the back of Erica's head and pushed down, hard, as if she neither cared about choking Erica to death or hurting Bobby's penis. Erica began gagging immediately, even before the whole of Bobby's helmet was in her mouth, but my daughter kept pushing and bobbing her blonde head against the iron shaft like she was trying to impale the girl on it. Bobby smiled slightly as the first bubbles of spit started to pop from Erica's nose. He was finally enjoying himself. 

After a few painful moments of this Erica's eyes started to roll back, her cheeks went blue, and her struggling grew weaker. Thankfully my daughter chose that moment to let Erica go. Her little blonde head popped off of Bobby's dick with a loud 'POP' and she fell to the sound gasping pitifully for air. I long strand of spit was still connecting his massive, shimmering cock to her pained face. But again, what was important was how little of his dick she had actually swallowed. She had taken four inches at most. Nothing. 

My daughter planted her foot between Erica's tits, stepping on her and claiming victory like some barbarian queen having just defeated the queen of another tribe. She grabbed Bobby by the cock and began stroking it with a strength that would hurt most men. "Do you want to cum, baby?"

To my utter shock and amazement Bobby shook his head. "No. I'm saving it."

"Saving it?" Lily looked angry and sad, like a little girl being denied a treat. "But why?"

"None of your fucking business," was all Bobby had to say. 

Lily looked angry, and despite what he said she began stroking him faster, but it wouldn't matter. Bobby wouldn't cum unless he wanted to. My daughter grumbled at let go. She then reached down and began violently pulling Erica up by her hair, causing the poor girl to squeal in pain. Lily stood her up in front of Bobby. Erica's legs were shaking. 

"She lost. That means she doesn't get to keep that swimsuit of her's."

Bobby smiled at my daughter's request and grabbed Erica by the front of her red one-piece, lifting her to the very tips of her toes as he slowly pulled her top apart. Then, in one swift, incredibly strong motion, he ripped the one-piece clean from her body, so quickly that the only part of her that moved was her hair. 

She stood before him naked and shivering with fear, even though it was almost 90 degrees out, her blue eyes wide with fear and lust. Then I noticed a trickling of light coming from between her legs, and landing in little dark spots on the sand. I almost laughed when I realized what it was.

Erica was pissing herself. 

My daughter laughed in disgust. She grabbed Erica by her hair and bent her head back. Her other hand came up in a fist, punching Erica in the stomach. Erica fell to her knees, landing in the piss-wet sand. Lily then put her foot on Erica's back again.

"Are you sure you don't want to finish her off now, stud?" she asked Bobby again. "You cock is . . . twitching. I've never seen it this hard before."

Bobby looked down at the prone slut beneath him, and then at his raging penis which was visible twitching for release. He looked divided, and he knew every inch of his divine being was screaming for RAPE!, but he resisted. "Yes. I can wait. Besides, if I fucked her right now I might kill her. I don't know what her limits are. Let's get back to the house. The sight of all these naked girls is hurting me."

"Yes, baby." Lily yanked Erica back up by the hair again. "C'mon bitch. Let's get your retarded ass home for some potty-training." Lily started to walk away with Bobby, pulling poor naked Erica every step of the way by her hair.

"Hey, hey," Eric whined, still clutching his bruised marbles. "Wait for me," and like a starving puppy he followed, begging for a leash. 

I kept my grip on Veronica until they were out of sight, rubbing the palm of my hand over her soaked cunt at a pace fast enough to keep her on the edge of bliss without actually tipping her over, but I started to slow down. She whined as the pleasure faded and the reality of what she had just watched set in, that she had sat there, getting finger-fucked, while her two children were stripped naked and humiliated. I didn't want her to cum, not yet. Bobby was saving himself. I'd save her.

"Domi," she cried, "what's going on with our kids? You're daughter . . . she . . . she . . ."

"Shhh," I hushed her by sticking my finger in her mouth, the one that I had just been diddling her cunt with. "Kids sure are violent these day, aren't they? I guess I'm use to it because I'm a high school teacher. You wouldn't know about it because you send your kids to boarding school, but I'm sure this is how they act all the time." I kissed her. "But just to be safe, we should hurry back home and check on them. Just to make sure everyone is . . . getting along."

CHAPTER 6

When we finally arrived back at the house the sun was setting, but it was still warm and comfortable, so there was no need to give Veronica any more clothing than the sex-soaked bikini she had. She was still dizzy as I lead in her into the house, but her head and cleared a lot during our walk, and I worried she might try to put a stop to whatever sexual shenanigans the kids might be up to.

We found them in the hot tub around back, the remnants of what little clothing they had worn was scattered around the ground. Bobby was sitting like Poseidon at one end, with both our daughters snuggled up against his wide, muscled chest. From the way their shoulders were moving I could tell they were both stroking his large cock beneath the bubbling water. There was a little bruise on Erica's cheek where Bobby's hard cock has slapped her earlier. 

Eric was there two, and from the looks of his pathetic shoulders I could tell he was jerking himself off, and wishing he was Bobby.

"Mind if we join you?" I asked, although I didn't give a fuck what they thought. Two flicks of my thumbs and my slingshot biking fell to the ground, and I stepped in right next to were Eric was shamefully diddling himself, and I knew he could smell how wet I was. The tub was hot and it felt amazing as the sheen of sticky sweat covering my body was washed away, causing me to moan erotically.

"Get in," I told Veronica. She was standing shyly by the hot tub, trying uselessly to cover her tits and pussy, but she was only pushing the jaguar print material further away from the parts it was supposed to be covering.

"Domi, maybe we should give the kids some space. I think-"

"I. Said. Get. In!"

Meekly she obeyed and stepped into the hot tub. I stood up too, hot water dripping off my large, firm breasts. I grabbed the two pieces of her bikini and ripped them away, making her peep with shock. 

"This isn't meant to get wet," I told her, tossing the thong to the ground. I sat back down and she practically dove under, trying to hide her nudity from her also naked children, but they were beyond caring. The water must have been too hot for her, because Veronica swooned next to me and nearly passed out, but I reached around her waist and took a big handful of her buyout tits to keep her steady. Erica was too busy playing with Bobby's pillar to notice that I was fondling her mother, but Eric looked furious, confused, and very aroused. I wasn't worried about him though. He was a little bitch, and the fact that I hadn't destroyed him yet was just because I didn't see him as a threat. 

I smiled at Bobby and he smiled back. "Tonight," I mouthed without actually saying anything. Tonight we destroy this family. 

CHAPTER 7

After about an hour in the hot tub Bobby announced he was ready for bed. When he stood up it was like a submarine was emerging from the water, his cock was so big. Water seemed to drip off of it longer than any other part of his body, and it shone like polished metal. Veronica almost cried when she saw it bobbing only a few feet away from her face.

As Bobby marched out of the hot tub all eyes were on him, including Eric's. Erica and Lily were about to follow him, obviously assuming that they'd be spending the night with him, but Veronica stopped them. Her senses had finally returned, and his was the worst possible moment for them to.

Shit.

Even though she was naked and dripping she led the kids to each of their rooms. Bobby and Eric would be sharing the T.V. room on the bottom floor. There were a couple couches and sleeping back for them. To my surprise Bobby didn't protest. He just turned on the television and sat down on the leather couch, completely naked, with his twelve inches of wood sticking straight up past his belly button. Eric was just as hard as he sat next to him, but his five inches didn't stick up very far.

"Goodnight kids," Veronica said as she closed the door, her eyes never really left Bobby. 

She then led Lily and Erica to their room, which was right next to ours. There was only one bed, and I licked my lips at the certainty at what was going to happen between them tonight. My daughter was horny, every inch of her naked body was saying so, and without Bobby to put her down she would be out of control. Erica was going to find out what it's like to be raped by a horny lesbian teenager. 

"You girls be nice to each other, okay. No more fighting," Veronica pleaded.

"Don't worry Mrs. Lovegood," My daughter said through a feline smile. "We'll kiss and make up."

Veronica left them alone, but as I closed the door I saw that my daughter was being literal. She roughly grabbed Erica by her blonde hair and pulled her in for an aggressive kiss that ended with Lily licking the defeated girl's bruised cheek. I wanted to watch as my daughter pulled Erica over to the bed, but I had my own bitch to break. Like mother, like daughter.

I followed Veronica into our room, the master bedroom. One entire wall was just windows that looked out over the ocean, and the bed was absolutely massive. I could have easily fit an entire orgy on that large bed.

Veronica signed and wiped her forehead in relief. "Well at least that's all sorted. I was worried that our kids were going to . . . going to—"

"Going to fuck?" I said, as I pushed my chest against hers. I kissed her, snaking my tongue into her willing mouth and wrestled her pink tongue into submission. I grabbed her by her large, juicy tits, and twisted. Milk shot out across my chest as she squealed into my mouth. I pushed her onto the bed and crawled on top, my body already radiating an insane amount of heat. She was dizzy again, and horny, and her legs were spread wide open as I began to lap at her enlarged clit. 

I brought her to edge of orgasm and then slowed down, only to bring her back to edge again, as I had been doing all day. Her body couldn't take it anymore. She was falling apart. She was actually crying now, tears leaking from her face just as her wet pussy was leaking. Any kind, considerate lover would have allowed her to cum by now, but I was neither kind nor considerate. I wanted to destroy this retarded cow. 

"I don't blame them," I said, sticking my thumb up her cunt. "For wanting to fuck. Your kids a fucking sexy . . . well, Erica is anyway."

Veronica just moaned, unable to form words.

"Wouldn't you want to have another one? Another sexy, brilliant little daughter, or a strong, smooth stud? I know you want one. Your husband has been failing to give you one hasn't he? HASN'T HE!?!?!" I asked as I cruelly twisted her clit between my nails.

"YES!!!" she screamed. Her back arched off of the bed and her pussy sent a mist of sex-nectar into my face.

"You husband is worthless, ISN'T HE!"

"YES!!! GOD YES!!!" she was crying.

"You want another baby don't you? You want a real man to do it though? You want to get fucked and filled by a giant cock, don't you?"

"YES!!! YES!!! FUCK ME, YES!!!"

I crawled on top of her, pushing her writhing body back onto the bed. "Someone like Bobby," I whispered.

She whimpered. "Yes."

"Good." I kissed her again, but then I got up and left her there on the bed. She was breathing heavily, as if she had just run a marathon, and she was still crying. But I could tell she was ready.

"Wait right there, sweetie. I'll be right back"

CHAPTER 8

I walked next door just to see how the girls were doing. Peeking in, I saw that their long, smooth legs were intertwined and their tight little cunts were rubbing against each other very quickly, making loud wet pops. My daughter was in a dominant position though, leaning up, while Erica could barely keep up. 

I left them to it and walked down the stair. It was colder now and my nipples became fully erect. I rubbed them eagerly. I needed to cum too.

I came to the door to the T.V. room that Bobby and Eric were supposed to be sleeping in, but I could hear the television through the door. It was obvious they were watching a porno. The sounds of sex and bimbos saying thing like "oh yeah, baby, fuck me harder daddy," came through the door.

Without knocking I opened the door and walked in. I expected the boys to be a little surprised by the sight of my naked form standing there, coming to visit them in the middle of the night, but I was the one who was surprised.




School Conquering Stud



Even in high heels I knew I could be a deadly martial artist. My mother trained me in a particular form of mixed martial arts that was perfect for women as it incorporated things like handbags, long nails, and especially high heeled shoes as weapons. 

I shot off a couple quick jabs at his face. He dodged one and blocked the other easily, laughing at me, but those jabs had only been meant to be feints. All my muscle was in my core and my legs, so I'd be using those to destroy this bitch. I launched out my knee, striking him in the upper leg. Her cursed a little and fell onto the knee of the leg I just hit. Using the extra height I now had, I brought my elbow down and stuck him hard on the temple. I was playing rough, normally a strike like that could kill a man, but Scagliotti was only stunned by it. I tied both of my hand together into one big fist and brought it down on the crown of his skull, and I knew that hurt him. 

I tried to punch him right in the nose, hoping to break it, but her caught my fist and crushed it in his mighty paw. I grunted in pain and knew that I was in for a world of hurt. He intentionally fell backwards, dragging me down with him, and his feet kicked into my stomach with a painful thud. As he completed his backward roll he sent my flying through the air, landing painfully on my back at the other end of the living room. 

I tried to get up first but he beat me to it. Before I could stand up all the way he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my feet, his other hand painfully gripping my ass. He then threw me again, this time into a wall so hard that my body almost went through it. I just stood there in the depression of the broken wall, too stunned to move, but when my senses returned I saw him standing in front of me, stroking the giant cock of his.

The retard must have thought he had beaten me already. I proved him wrong by bringing up my right knee and hitting him square in the balls. The look of pain on his face was the most satisfying thing I had ever seen. I fully extended the same leg to do a high kick, the sharp heel of my shoe striking him in the cheek.

His face was bleeding a little as he stumbled back, still clutching his bruised balls. Using the wall for support I let loose a flurry of fast kicks with the same leg, striking him as much as fifteen times in less than five seconds. He just stood there like a deer in the headlights as I pummeled him. When I finished he was bleeding from a dozen small cuts on his chest, abs, and face. 

I smirked at him, and then pivoted on the leg I had just been using. With all my strength (which was a considerable amount) I launched out my other foot in a powerful straight kick. I swear to God it was powerful enough to leave a dent in a steel safe, and it hit Scagliotti right in the middle of his chest.

He was launched through the air like a doll, landing painfully on the dirty table in the middle of his living room. The table broke beneath him, and shards of wood and broken glass flew all over the room. The crash of his landing was so loud I bet the whole neighborhood heard it. He just laid there, his muscular body beaten into submission, and I knew he was out cold.

I strutted over his body like a stripper on a catwalk, waving my hips like a slut. I was putting on the show for myself really. Power made me feel sexy, and defeating this much stronger young man made me feel incredibly powerful. 

I stood over his chest, each of my feet on either side of him, and looked down at my new bitch. I was so wet that drops of my honey were falling from my soaked panties and raining on his sexy pectorals. I had never felt so fucking horny in my entire life. It wasn't even touching myself but it still felt like my whole body was experiencing a long, subtle orgasm. I squatted down on his chest and sat on him, giggling like a little girl as I glided my wet mound over his hard chest. He was still breathing, but his face was blank. I leaned all the way down so that my tits were resting on his warm chest, and I licked the blood and sweat off his face. It was sweet. 

I whispered into his ear, "That was fun, but I don't even let my husband fuck me unless I'm the one in charge. Principal Cox in the only person alive who gets to rape me, but her time is coming, and soon I'll be the one on top." I kissed him lightly on the lips. "You got close to it though, you got real close to making me your slut, and I can't forgive you for that."

In one liquid motion I slithered off of him and got behind his head. The back of his head was resting right on my swollen, leaking pussy, and my strong legs were wrapped around his neck. I began to squeeze, both choking him and rubbing the back of his head against my very aroused cunt.

"I'm going to kill you," I said aloud, even though he couldn't hear me, "and I'm going to cum as I do it. Your death is going to serve as an example to all those little sluts and dicks at school that I am in charge. After this I'll be ready to rip Cox in half, and then I'll finally be Principal of that fucking school." 

As I squeezed my long legs together I felt his body trying to breathe, but I was cutting off all of his air supply. He began to struggle, which felt incredible against my swollen pussy. With every second I would squeeze harder, which made him struggle more, which got me closer and closer to what was sure to be my most explosive orgasm ever. I was trying to time it so he'd die about the same time I came. I couldn't afford to climax too soon because I knew that the orgasm I was about to have would be so powerful it would likely knock me out for a few hours. Although, I suppose that the orgasm would be powerful enough that I might simply snap his neck. That would be fun too.

His face started to turn blue and I knew he was close to his last breathe. I was close too, but for me it was the cusp of what was building up to be my most beautiful orgasm ever. I thought it was appropriate that the French call an orgasm 'La petite mort,' which means, 'little death.' I was sure my orgasm would be powerful enough to put me in a near coma, and I began to allow myself to reach that climax. Bobby Scagliotti was finished. I had won. 

I was so close to my little death that I didn't notice Scagliotti waking up, and I didn't notice when he started to lift me up, standing in the process. "The Fuck!" I yelled. Scagliotti was actually leaning up, trying to get to his feet, and he was lifting up my entire body with his neck as he did so. I held on for dear life, squeezing his neck with my powerful legs, hoping to crush his throat, but the muscles in his neck were like a bull's. "Holy shit! Why won't you die?" The fear is my voice was obvious now. My voice was breaking from the destructive mix of orgasmic pleasure of paralyzing fear. 

He was on his knees now, and I was perched up on his shoulders like a little girl riding on her daddy's back. The amount of strength he was exerting was superhuman. Any other man would have been dead by now, but I still had an advantageous position and I was going to use it.

The more he stood up, the more I leaned back, so that my legs were still wrapped around his neck but now I was adding my whole body weight to it. My silky black hair was sweeping the floor, my head was now at the same level as his tight sexy ass, but I was facing the wrong way to give it a lick. Too bad, eating his ass while he died would have been pretty hot. I could feel his large hands trying to pry my legs off of his neck, so I reached out with my hands and grabbed him by his wrists, pulling them back far enough that I could feel his joints straining in their sockets, threatening to pop out. I was amazed to see that he was still so strong despite the amount of time he had gone without air.

"Damn, you're strong," I complimented in as husky, tired voice. "I bet you could fuck a girl for hours and stay hard. I'm almost starting to regret not getting you in the sack before killing you, but I'd never let a student dominate me. I couldn't afford to. You understand, right? It's all about respect. If you fucked me then what's to stop the other boys from trying to get a piece of my amazing ass too? I'm sure I could beat down a few, but what if the rest of your team came at me all at once? They'd rape the shit out of me, and then what would separate me from those bitchy little sluts I have to tolerate every fucking day? No, I'm not going to end up like Mrs. Cummings the English teacher. I know how you boys use her like a box of tissues. She's been fucked so many times she can't even wash away the semen smell. I'm not your bitch. I'm no one's bitch."

My legs were sweating. I lost my grip for a split second and he took in a deep breath. I clamped back down though and starting choking him even harder. He continued to just stand there, probably too oxygen deprived to think of much else.

"Not so fast," I scolded. "You're going to die here, and I'm going to make sure everyone at school knows that you died under my cunt. I'm not just doing this for myself, you know? I have to think of my daughter too. I know how sexy she is, I can see her firm tits and perfect ass as clearly as anyone else. I see the way she sways her ripe little butt when she walks, and the way she licks her perfect pink lips. I also see the way shitheads like you look at her. You look at her and all you see is a cherry that needs to be popped, and each of you think you've got the cock worthy to do it. Well I'm not going to let you do it. My daughter will not be like every other worthless fuck-toy in that school, she will not be your cum-dumpster."

I was very insecure about my daughter attending school at Wet Valley high. There wasn't a girl in that entire school who didn't graduate without getting gang-banged, raped in the bathroom, or beaten up by the other girls at least once. My daughter had not suffered any of that so far, but only because I constantly watched over her like the guardian angel of cockblock. If I caught a boy talking to his friends about asking my daughter out so he could fuck her in his car, I'd call him over to my desk, I'd grab his nuts and put them in an open drawer, and then I'd slam it shut. If I overheard one my lesbian students saying she thought that she could turn my daughter, I'd ask her to come to the bathroom with me (because no cunt-licker could resist me), but then I'd beat the shit out of her and tie her to the toilet so that every boy in the school could take turns using her as a cum-dumpster.

Nobody was stupid enough to hit on my daughter anymore, but I knew if I ever lost my edge and became some stupid stud's milf-bitch then my daughter would probably end up the victim of gang-bang, and I wouldn't let that happen.

I was sure Scagliotti was about to die on his feet. "I want to thank you Scagliotti," I snickered. "I want to thank you because after you die I'm going to use your hot corpse to give myself the most incredible orgasm ever. It's going to be so wet and violent you'll feel it in hell. Now die!"

But Scagliottit didn't die. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his neck bulged out like his head was about to explode, and a single word escaped his bruised throat . . . "Bitch!"

And then he pushed, straining every bulging muscle in his body to the point of bursting. He ducked, throwing me upward. He was five feet and five inches, I was six feet tall, but the ceiling was only about seven feet tall. I saw it coming but I was moving too fast to react. My head hit the ceiling so hard that I broke through it, sending large paint flakes and chunks of dry wall raining down all around us.

I was so stunned that I must have loosened my legs and fallen off his back. I don't remember falling, all I remember is a few brief moments of blinding pain, but when my sense came to I was sitting on the ground. My ass hurt like hell, and I was choking on the paint flakes I had inhaled. I looked up, and through my watering eyes I could see Scagliotti standing above me. He looked pissed. He was rubbing his neck and breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like a powerful engine. But what frightened me most was his iron-hard cock. I knew some men would get powerful erections when deprived of oxygen (auto-erotic affixation or something like that, one of our loser students killed himself doing it recently), and Scagliotti was apparently one of these men. His cock was twitching, throbbing visibly with every heartbeat, and it was so red and purple I thought it was about to explode. It was almost a foot long. 

I looked into his smoldering, hungry, hateful eyes, and I knew what they were saying. His eyes said 'rape.'

I involuntarily whimpered, and through my quivering lips I made a single meek whisper, ". . . please no."

His fist came down like a meteor and struck me in the face. I was pushed even harder into the floor as the spit was literally knocked out of my mouth. I had no time to recover as he strongly grabbed me by the hair and lifted me to my knees. With his other hand he slapped me twice in the face. I was seeing stars and he leveled my drooling mouth to the bulbous head of his horse-sized cock. The musky smell of his sex-stained cock and unwashed balls filled my sense, momentarily making me forget the pain.

"Suck," he commanded.

He pushed his wooden muscle to my beaten lips, but I wouldn't accept him into my soft, wet mouth. His cock was too big, it seemed bigger than anything I had every even considered using for sex. He'd break my jaw if I let him in.

He was angry. He yanked on my hair and lifted me to my feet. I stood before him shivering in fear, too afraid to strike back. I think I may have pissed myself a little, but my pussy was already so wet there was no way to tell. His fist came up with enough force to shatter stone, and it landed right in my unprotected stomach. I did a lot a work on my abs, and if I flexed there would be a visible six pack, but the muscle did nothing to protect my organs as his hammer-fist disappeared to the wrist into my guts.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It hurt too much to exhale, but moments later a stream of spit and watery vomit poured from my mouth and stained the floor as my stomach was collapsed by his fist.

He withdrew his first from my midsection, and I fell back to my knees gasping desperately in indescribable pain. His fist had been the only thing holding me up. Once again he violently grabbed me by my long black hair and pushed my swollen lips to the large head of his angry cock.

"Suck," he ordered, and this time I obeyed. It wasn't easy though. The cock was so large that my mouth had to strain all the way to accommodate just the tip, and my whole body was shivering from pain. I wished I had just sucked him off the first time he told me to, the pain was going to make this impossible. My tongue flickered ineffectually around his apple-sized cock-head, and even in my beaten state I was amazed by how good it tasted. His urethra slit was so large that I could fit the whole tip of my tongue in it, so I wiggled into it trying to taste the residue of his urine and sperm. He moaned in pleasure, and that made me feel relieved. Maybe if I could keep him happy he wouldn't hurt me anymore.

"Get it wet, you bitch. Your spit is the only lubricant I plan to use before I fuck your ass." He was smiling like lion smiles at a wounded gazelle.

"My ass? This thing? But . . ." I was going to protest , the idea of this organ-breaker entering my tightest hole made me want to cry, but I knew denying him was impossible, and resisting would bring more pain.

"But? But what, whore? You don't have the right to refuse me. You don't have a choice. You're just a hole. Just a wet, empty hole needing to be filled. Now shut up and get this dick wet, before I decide to just kill you and leave your body out back for the junkies to use as a sex-pillow. You were going to kill me right? Well I'll kill you, unless you can make yourself useful, and there's only one use you're good for. Now suck."

My beaten face was wet with sweat and tears as I submitted to him. I tried my hardest to suck him, but I honestly couldn't get even three inches of this thick cock in my mouth without hurting my jaw. I brought my hands up to jerk him off, but I was quivering so much I couldn't get enough of a grip on him to do much. He was so thick that tips of my fingers couldn't even reach around to touch my thumb. I was terrified; I had never even used a dildo this large on myself before. 

Scagliotti sighed in disappointment. "Is that really the best you can do? Pathetic. You act like you're such a hardcore badass bitch, but you can't even such a cock. I've fucked girlscouts who suck cock better than you do (who were all older than 18)."

Scagliotti clapped both of his rough hands on either side of my head. My eyes bulged in fear, and I whimpered in anticipation of what was surely about to happen.

"Let me help you, you worthless, retarded bitch." He pushed my head down onto his cock so hard that when his head hit the back of my throat it sounded like he punched me again. Even then, a little less than half of his cock remained out of my mouth. He pulled me back, but not far enough to let the head out. He slammed back in, this time angling himself downward, bending my neck painfully as he did so. This time his cock went in another two inches. My throat stretched to accommodate the thick muscle raping its way to my gullet.

He pulled my head back again, the head of cock just touching the inside of my lips, and then he slammed in harder than he ever had before. He got all the way in this time. My nose hit his hard, muscled abs and my chin squished right into his greasy ballsack. It felt like something in my throat had broken, and I was sure my voice would never sound the same. The wide head of cock was almost to my stomach. I couldn't breathe, and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my skull. I was going to suffocate. This was how I was going to die.

I bit down, only a little, but it was enough to make him wince in pain.

He withdrew is cock in one fluid motion, but it still took almost two whole seconds to come out completely. Long trails of spit connected us, and even though I was trying to breathe I couldn't. I thought he must have broken something in me, but then, I finally inhaled. I started crying and a moment later I was vomiting again.

I looked up to see him, his image was blurry in my watery eyes, and I didn't see the back of his hand until it hit me in the face.

"You stupid, worthless, useless, slant-eyed slut. You bit me. You fucking bit me. Can you really not suck a dick? Are you really that inexperienced? Have you ever even pleased a man before? I actually feel bad for you."

I choked on the spit and vomit, coughing in pain. "Fuck you!" I screamed. "Fuck your mutant cock!"

"You will, bitch," he assured me. "You will fuck this dick. But fist, you need to suck it the right way." He grabbed me by my head again and shoved his cock in my mouth, but instead of the long, hard thrusts from before, this time he simple shook my head on his cock like he was jerking off with my mouth. He was shaking me so fast I couldn't see. I felt sick, like I was riding a broken rollercoaster, and the back of my throat was being beaten like a piece of tenderized meat.

I don't know how long he shook me like that but it felt like a disorientating eternity of pain. I was so focused on trying to breathe in the tiny moments his cock wasn't blocking my airway that I didn't even consider what would happen if he ejaculated into my throat.

But then my tongue tasted the unmistakable salty taste of a man's essence. It was only a little at first, but I knew what was coming. He was starting to orgasm, his cock grew even thicker in anticipation of his release, and judging from the ridiculous size of his balls I knew I was about to drown.




School Conquering Stud



He stopped shaking me for a moment, but my head kept spinning with dizziness. He roared like a lion and his hands began to crush my skull. He was cumming. He was cumming harder than I knew a man could cum. The fist jet of semen hit the back of my throat so hard my head would have popped off his dick, but he was still holding me down as he fucked my mouth. Another jet was released, coating my throat and choking me.

He started shaking my head again, using my mouth like a raped pussy. He kept roaring and laughing as his muscles twitched. His orgasm was so powerful that I actually think it was hurting him. He kept cumming too, spraying more and more semen into my mouth. I tried swallowing it, but there was just too much. My cheeks bulged with the thick seed, and it began to spill out of my mouth and onto my large breasts, which were already glistening and dripping with sweat.

He started pumping his sperm-hose in a little deeper, spraying his seed right into my tonsils. I coughed a little, and the suction from that caused semen to spray out my nose like milk. I couldn't breathe through my nose without creating a cloud of semen bubbles, causing me to choke even more as he continued to pump more and more of his milky liquid into me. He looked down at me and laughed. He must have loved the way my previously stoic face looked bruised and stained with tears and bubbling semen, my slutty lips puckered around his giant cock. 

Finally his flooding orgasm began to subside. He was laughing in triumph and relief, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Listen up, baby," he instructed me. "I'm going to pull my cock out, and you're going to slurp down on it to get as much of my spunk into your mouth as possible. Then you're going to keep it all in your mouth until I tell you to swallow. You've already wasted some, drooling my sperm all over you fucking tits. You better not waste anymore, not a single-fucking-drop. If you do, I swear to God you will regret it."

He began to withdraw his cock, moaning a little as he did so. Despite the flood he had just released he was still hard, hard enough to break a pussy with, and it stretched my jaw to the point of breaking. My mouth was so full of cock and cock-juice that there was no way I was going to be able to keep it all in. I moaned in fear as I felt a few drops fall from my lower lip, pattering my tits with milky rain. I didn't see Bobby react though, so he may have not noticed.

When he finally pulled his bulbous cock-head out it popped from my lips like a giant piece of candy. A long stream of white sex-milk continued to pour from the angry slit of his bull-cock, painting my chin and neck, and I worried that he would accuse me of wasting his precious seed, but he didn't seem blame me for that.

"Don't swallow yet," he ordered, and I obeyed even though my cheeks were so swollen they hurt, the bruises on my face made it even harder to keep the mouthful of thick cum in my raped mouth. He stayed standing there for almost a minute, just looking down at me as if her were trying to decide what I was. He was breathing heavily, and he was sweating so much that it looked like he had just gotten out of the shower. Large droplets of his musky sweat fell from his brow, chin, muscled arms, and rigid cock. Some of these drops fell on my face and tits, mixing with my own sweat and being reabsorbed into my skin.

"You may swallow," he allowed me. His voice was almost compassionate. I tried to swallow the ample amount of semen straining my mouth, but there was so much that swallowing was hard to do. I was afraid that if I opened my throat the semen would rush down the wrong hole and fill my lungs, but I was also afraid that if I tried to take it down it little gulps than I'd lose some, and then he'd beat me for wasting his essence.

I tried to swallow a little bit, and then allow the rest to just slide down my throat. The first swallow was bigger than I wanted it to be, and my throat made a loud gulping noise as I allowed the spunk to go down, but then something went wrong. A small amount started to go down the wrong hole, and despite every ounce of my broken will, I started to cough.

At first the coughing came in little bursts, little explosions of semen escaped from my lips and onto my face and tits. I tried to control it, but instead the coughing got worse, and then in one big heave, I puked up all of the remaining semen onto the floor. My gag reflex kicked in and I began to vomit up all of the semen I had managed to swallow, forming a large pool of my failure. I looked down at the pool of semen on the floor below me. There was so much. It looked like a fucking gallon or more. I was still crying and my tears fell from my face into the milky pool. 

My dominator said nothing, and even without looking at his face I knew he was disappointed in me. He wasn't done with me though, and his threat of punishment was very real. He put his foot on the back of my head and pushed down. My face slowly descended into the pool on the dirty floor. My lips touched down first, soaking up the curdled cock-milk, but he kept pushing down until the whole side of my face was, my perfect black hair, was mopping up the pool of semen and tears. He didn't say anything, but I knew what he wanted. I stuck out my tongue and began licking at the pool, slowly slurping it up and back into my wounded stomach.

Bobby kept his foot on my head, but he reached back with his hand and grabbed my thong-clad pussy, rubbing it only slightly. I had forgotten how swollen and aroused my hot snatch had been, but instantly it all came back. This whole time I had been on the verge of a mind-destroying orgasm, and it seemed he wanted to push me off the ledge.

He grabbed my soaking thong at ribbed it off my body in one vicious pull. The material snapped just above my clitoris and I thought I was going to climax in that one painful moment, but I came down after a brief moment of sharp pleasure. He reached down with my panties and began mopping up the pool of semen. With his other hand he opened my battered mouth and shoved the soiled panties in, gagging me but also giving me something to feed off of.

He grabbed me by the hair and brought me to my feet. I was so use to the pain now it no longer bothered me. He threw my limp, submissive body over the edge of his filthy couch. He got behind me and I felt the rock-hard head of cock against my swollen, overripe pussy lips. He teased me with it at first, tapping my juicy cunt, prodding and poking it, making me squeal in desperate anticipation, but never enough for me to finally cum. I could feel myself dripping all over the arm of his couch, making it wet with my arousal, and I greedily sucked on the semen-soaked panties in my mouth.

Finally, he planted his hands on my hips, and then drove his massive cock into me in one brutal, painful thrust. The feeling that followed was something I had never felt before, and I can't really describe. It was like an orgasm, but it was slow and cold and painful, but it was also fast and hot and wonderful. I was climaxing, but it wasn't a moment, it was a long, drawn out feeling. I realized that my pussy had been like a metal spring being compressed to its smallest possible size, only to be released instantly, and now I was feeling the effect.

I was screaming, muffled only by the panties in my mouth. Bobby was killing my pussy, he was hitting it harder than it's ever been hit before, and I was screaming my fucking head off. His speed never changed, he just kept a rhythm that was perfect and constant, pulling all the way out so that his head pulled my pussy lips out, then pushing back in so that his balls slapped against my clit. It was the most perfect technique I can imagine a man being capable of.

But then he changed things. He started changing his speed, and he kept moving his hips so he was hitting me from different angles. His cock was so big that my overstuffed pussy felt it even when he only moved his hips a little, so when he started going in circles I felt like I was getting fucked from five different directions at once.

This continued for a while I think, but when you are in hell/heaven you lose track of time. Finally I felt that he wanted to end it, he wanted to push me off the edge, and I was so desperate for it that I would have let him even if I knew the orgasm would cause my heart to explode. He grabbed me by the hair again, I was learning to like it now, and he pulled hard so that my back was arched radically upward. If it hadn't been for my advanced yoga classes I am sure he would have broken my spine in half, but as it was I found the pain and physical manipulation overwhelmingly erotic. He pulled is cock almost all of the way out, so that only the very tip of his massive hammer-head was kissing my swollen lips. He pulled my head back so far that I could look up at him, and he spit in my face. Right then he slammed his destroyer into the deepest part of my body, grazing the clit the whole way, and indenting my stomach because of how bent backwards I was.

Hid cock went deeper into me than anything ever had before, and I felt something inside me brake, not just in my body but also in my mind. Something like a water-balloon inside me exploded and released a flood of clear, hot liquid from my pussy, soaking my sexual champion in the process. That wasn't the end though, as my body began to fall apart into a violent earthquake of orgasmic destruction. My arms shook, my legs shook, my ass shook, and my tits began slapping against each other. The only think keeping me in one place was Bobby's strong grip on my hair and his iron fuck-pole impaled in my defeated body.

Colors and stars and light exploded across my vision, every nerve ending in my body started shooting sparks, and my every pore opened and sweat dripped from my body in a shower, turning the dirty couch into a damp swamp of sexual release. My thong feel out of my mouth as my tongue wagged like a drunk dog and my eyes rolled so far back into my skull only the whites of my eyes would have been visible. I was screaming, I think, but all I could hear was the music of my orgasm, but I am sure that I was screaming so loud the walls shook.

I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, but it felt like years. I didn't come down all at once, but slowly. I knew that I was still shaking, my tongue was licking off my sex-stains on the couch, and if someone had asked me my name I wouldn't have been able to answer. I felt Bobby withdraw his iron-hammer from my destroyed cunt. His cock felt like it was a mile long, and the mere sensation of it gliding wetly past my conquered clitoris caused my body to quiver as I had another mini-orgasm. I whimpered, but was otherwise incapable of speaking.

"Now," Bobby chuckled, "I think that's more than enough lubricant for my cock."

"Lu-lu-lubricant?" I stammered like a retard. "Wha-what for?"

"Stupid bitch," he slapped me hard on the ass, sending a jiggle through my broken, wet body. "Like I said earlier when you were trying and failing to suck my cock. I'm going to fuck your ass. Everything up till now has just been foreplay." He laughed evilly as he lined up his wet, dripping cock to my defenseless backdoor. Despite the absolute surrender of my body, my asshole was still tight as hell, and his monster appendage was bigger than ever.

"N-n-n-no! Pl-please. You'll kill me!" I screamed, I cried, and I desperately tried to move, but my limbs wouldn't budge.

He laughed. He laughed knowing that I was completely at his mercy, that I was his bitch, and that he could do anything to me with that monster cock of his that he wanted to. He rubbed his hands on my wet ass and then grabbed my hips roughly. He pushed in, and even over my devastating orgasm I could feel the pain. He pushed in, all at once, all the miles of his fat cock ripping deep into my hole, breaking the very last piece of my mind.

I screamed, and something in my brain snapped.

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My dreams were filled with pain, giant ogres and long, muscled pythons wrapping around my long body and crushing me, raping me. The monsters were insatiable, and even after they broke me in every possible way a woman can be broken they continued to break me still, just to see what degenerate, pitiful thing would become. The dream was not a complete nightmare though, and after a while I began to enjoy it. As the pain became a warm sea, smothering me in its wet embrace, something in my mind and body changed. I became acclimated to the flood, and instead of drowning I learned to swim. When the monsters came for me again I didn't shrink away, I spread my legs and invited them in. 

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I woke up slowly, the thick fog of my sleep and sex took a few minutes to lift from my mind. I was hot and wet. The temperature of the room must have been close to a hundred degrees. I was naked though, and the only think covering my was a very thin cotton sheet that smelled like a hundred different girls has been fucked on it without ever being washed. The bed was damp, and my skin was sticky with sweat and dried sexual fluids. 

It was disgusting, but for some reason I had never felt so comfortable.

The room was dark but enough ambient light was coming through the window that I could tell I was in Bobby's bedroom, his fuck-cave, which meant I was in his bed. I tried to lean up, but my whole body resisted any movement at all. My body felt like I been hitting it at the gym for a week, every muscle was sore, but in a wonderful way. I felt amazing, the best workout of my whole life.

I reached between my legs to examine the damage to my womanhood. My Pussy was swollen and sensitive to even the slightest touch, but it didn't hurt as much as I had expected it to. My ass was another story. It was still stretched out so much I could probably have fit my whole hand into it with little effort, and there was still a large amount of semen leaking from it. Bobby had apparently used my ass even after I had passed out. From the feel of it I could tell that he had fucked my unconscious body for hours, using me as nothing more than a sex toy, but I didn't blame him for it. He needed to get off, and I was the wettest hole around. Of course he'd use me. 

I finally got onto my elbows and surveyed the room. It was an even bigger mess than it had been before. A clock nearby said the time was 1am, which meant I has been out for at least eight hours.

Bobby was lying next to me, sleeping on his back, his only blanket was kicked down to his knees. He was fucking gorgeous. His chest rose and fell slowly as he took long, deep breathes in his perfect sleep. His every godlike muscle shone in the soft light, glistening under a sheen of sweat. His cock was soft, but it was still bigger than most, and it twitched as he slept. I giggled, knowing he must have been having a sexy little dream. I hoped it was about me. 

I crawled over his rock hard body, pushing my tired body to get on top of him. My large, firm tits pressed against his iron chest, my supple stomach rested on his perfect abs, and my crushed pussy kissed his impressive cock. I kissed his lips gently, but he did not wake up. That was alright, I wanted to play with my conqueror.

Several hours ago I had hated this man so much I was ready to kill him by crushing his strong neck between my long legs, but now I honestly began to wonder if I was in love with him. The way to a woman's heart is through her pussy, they say, and he had gone so deep into my pussy that he had fucked my heart, and he had made it his bitch.

I moved downward, kissing his chest as I went, licking at the pools of sweat that formed in the crevices of his muscled chest. He was so delicious. Finally I got between his legs, and I marveled at the massive tool hanging there. I took it in my hands, even soft it required me to use both. I stroked it slightly and I was amazed at how quickly it grew and became hard. Within seconds its large, fat head was looking me right in the face. I was more than a little intimidated by it. This cock had already beaten me, the only thing I could do now was worship it and give it thanks.

I kissed the head with my sore, pouting lips, rolling my wet tongue over the tip, polishing it like a good little girl should. I giggled. Even though I was five inches taller and more than twice Bobby's age he made me feel like an innocent little girl again. I felt like I was sucking a cock for the first time, and I was so eager to have him on top of me that my hips twitched when I thought of it. I wanted to be his bitch, it didn't matter if he treated me like shit and raped me. I wanted to be his.

I eventually got my bravery up enough to try sucking his mammoth cock again, wanting to redeem myself for my prior failure. I needed this cock to know that I loved it, and that I could please it. I needed to prove I could be better than any of its other girls. I was better than those girls. They were like condoms, good for one use but then thrown away, filled with semen. I wanted to be his favorite little cum-rag, and be worth keeping around for multiple uses. 

I felt a large, strong hand settle on the back of my head, pushing me down and encouraging me to take more down my willing throat. "There's nothing better than waking up to a loyal slut giving you a blowjob." Bobby looked down at me and smiled his wicked, dominant smile. "Hungry?"

Even with his cock stuffing my mouth I know he could tell I was smiling. I giggled and eagerly began bobbing my head up and down on his now totally erect cock. I moaned, sometimes in difficulty, as I moved further down his wonderful staff. I was doing it. I was so proud of myself as I reached the halfway point that I almost had an orgasm, even without any physical stimulation. A few more seconds later my nose was touching the base of his cock, and my chin rested on his generous testicles.

"Oh, baby," Bobby moaned in his sexy, manly voice. "I'm impressed. I've fucked more girls than you can possible guess, but only a small handful of women have been able to swallow my whole cock without my jamming it down their throats. Next to Principal Cox you're the only one at the school who can do this."

At the mention of my rival I became incredibly jealous. I could feel my face heating up in anger. I needed to prove to my master that I was a better slut than that loose, old cow could ever be. I pulled back, sliding my tongue on the underside of his cock as I went, until just his massive head was left. Then I slammed my own head back down, getting all the way to the base. I continued doing this, deepthroating him like a master pornstar, even though I was pushing the limits of what I was physically capable of. 

I could tell that it was working though, as he was moaning and laughing in satisfaction. 'That's right baby,' I thought, 'no one is going to worship you cock like I will.' My head became a blur as I went up and down, but after a minute of this I felt like my neck was going to break, so I switched up my strategy. I made my throat-strokes a lots slower, but when I reached the top I was lick his head and run my tongue along his cock-slit, and when I reached the base I'd massage his balls which my hands. It was working obviously, as his breathing became more rapid and his muscles began to twitch in anticipation of a quick orgasm. He was close to the edge, but he was holding himself up, trying to make my submissive blowjob last as long as possible. I respected that, but I also wanted sperm to feed my hungry stomach. I ran my long middle finger up and down the shaft of his cock, getting it wet with my spit and what pussy-juice that remained. I pressed the finger to the tip of his anus, he gasped knowing what I was about to do, and then I plunged in and started finger-fucking his ass, curling it around and hitting his prostate.

"Holy shit!" my master yelled. "You perfect slut, yes!" and then began to cum. His orgasm was just as powerful as it had been the first time he fucked my mouth, and this time I lost control of his cock after the first massive spurt. His second and third spurt was equally powerful, the second flying directly upward several feet and then raining down on both of us, the third coating my face in a thick mask of semen. Three more spurts followed as I jacked his cock off, directing it all onto my already semen-coated breasts, and even then his orgasm continued. He was so beautiful as he came.




School Conquering Stud



Once his powerful orgasm finally subsided he just laughed as laid back down, and I went straight to cleaning up his warm, milky mess with my tongue. I started by sucking his cock clean, and he grunted his approval, then I just jerked him off with my right hand as I used my left to scoop up the cum that coated our bodies into my hungry mouth, slurping and swallowing every drop.

"Holy fuck," he gasped. "You're a freak. A cock-sucking, sperm-guzzling, nasty fuck freak. I can't believe you've been such a frigid bitch this whole time. I didn't think you fucked anyone. Why haven't I heard about this?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," I apologized to the young man who was less than half my age, my lips smacking with his semen. "I didn't even realize how much I needed a good fuck to straighten me out. I was worried that if you dominated me it would ruin me, and I am worried about my daughter."

"Yeah, no shit," he said. "Your daughter Lily has to be one of the finest girls in that school. She's definitely on every boy's top ten list. But you, you are so much more. I use to jerk off to you in the middle of your lectures, did you know that? Eventually I'd get one of the girl's to give me a handjob under the table, or they'd even get down there and suck it, but I was always staring at your perfect ass in those tight designer skirts you wear. I never thought I'd actually get to fuck you, no one at school did. We all thought you were frigid, but here you are eating my nut like it's your favorite food. How can someone who loves cock as much as you not be a bigger slut?"

"I don't love cock, just yours," I said in a little girl voice as I kissed his head. "This is the most amazing thing I have ever held. I wish you had raped me earlier, I really could have used it."

"Oh yeah? Is your husband not doing his job in the bedroom? I bet the faggot can't even satisfy you. It'd take a real man to satisfy a such a sex-hungry freak.

My eyes filled with tears as he ridiculed my marriage, but he was right. My husband was a faggot, and he had never given me an orgasm that was even a fraction of what Bobby had done to me. "Yes," I admitted. "He's such a little bitch. I married him because he had a cute face and I high paying job. I wanted attractive children and stability."

"But that would never be enough for a whore like you," Bobby stroked the back of my head as I rested it against his crotch. "You need a cock to keep you happy. Admit it. A big house and expensive clothes don't make you feel alive when you're getting rubbed up by a little prick every night. You're happier here, sleeping in a dirty bed that's soaked with the sex of other women, and just because you have my cock to suck on. Admit it."

I hugged his thighs and kissed his stomach, licking up one more drop of semen. "I love this. I need this. I don't want to live anymore without your cock, but I'm not going to leave my husband or abandon my daughter."

"No one's asking you to. Stay married to your bitch-husband, and good luck keeping that daughter of yours from becoming an even nastier slut than you are, but from now on things are different between you and me. First off are the matter of my grades."

"A+, all the way. You were right, I will grade you on sex."

"Good girl. It's not like Chemistry matters anyway, not when you can do to women what I can. And now I'll have a 4.0 GPA again. We also need to do something about Principal Cox." Bobby's tone changed when he mentioned my boss and his other lover. He was very serious, and his eyes were like two burning steel disks. "I think it's time we broke her."

"Really," I was stunned. "But I thought you two were together. Aren't you fucking each other?"

"After you there isn't a pair of legs on campus that I haven't been between, other than the ugly ones. She's a amazing fuck, but I've never been able to break her. To her I am just a favorite boy toy, but other than that I can't get her to do shit for me. I like the sex, but what's the point of boning the Principal if I can't exploit it for persk. So far I haven't made a move to topple her because I am not sure who the School Board will replace her with, but now I have a plan."

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" I was salivating, my pussy was drooling I was so excited. This is what I had been dreaming of for years: a chance to destroy that old, dominating bitch. Now I had an amazing lover who wanted the same thing.

"Breaking her will be hard, and I won't be able to do it alone. Cox is quite possibly the most sexually powerful woman I've ever met, but I think the two of us can defeat her. After that we'll both rape her, then I'll have the rest of my team rape her, and then I'll just leave her tied up in the bathroom to be used as a toilet and a cum-dumpster for the rest of the school. After that the School Board will have no choice but to force her resignation and replace her with someone else. I want that person to be you.

I grabbed Bobby by the head and kissed him hard on the mouth, my tongue aggressively wrestling his. He actually seemed a little surprised, and didn't mind that he tasted his own semen in my mouth. "I love you. I fucking love you Bobby Scagliotti. I have a husband, but you own me." I grabbed his hand and put it on my heaving breasts. "This body is yours. Use me however you want, and please let me help you destroy that whore, Tatiana Cox."

He laughed. "Slow down, babe, slow down. I know that I own you. I've owned every woman I've ever fucked, I just throw most of them back. Cox is the only exception, and that is why we have to destroy her. But we need to deal with the School Board first to guarantee that you'll be her replacement."

"Tell me how." I was so anxious and aroused my pussy was dripping on his leg.

"The decision to appoint Cox's replacement will fall to three people. The chairman of the PTA, Veronica Lovegood, the mayor, Nathanial Burgundy, and the cheerleading coach, Jovanna Flores."

"We need to get to them first then," I smiled imaging what he had in store. I licked the side of his face, quickly becoming aroused again.

"I've already got a plan for the first two. Rumor has it that Veronica Lovegood is desperate to have another baby, but her husband has been shooting blanks. I'm going to fuck her brains out and break her like I broke you, and if that isn't enough I'll bribe her with my seed."

I was stunned, and jealous. "You'd actually impregnate a woman just for this."

"Of course. I'd knock up a milf as hot as her just for the fuck of it. It's not like I haven't knocked up plenty of other lonely housewives in this town." He snickered as he told me of his bastard children, and I wasn't sure if I was jealous because I wanted one too. "The second vote comes from Mayor Burgundy. According to some whores I fucked a while back he's into some real kinky shit."

"Who isn't? Our school is basically one big orgy."

"True, but Mayor Burgundy is a real fucking weirdo. Apparently he hires whores to dress up in his daughter's clothes before he stripes them and plays out a rape fantasy. I want you to take care of him."

"Me? How?"

"His daughter is adopted. She's Asian, and a she's a tight little cutie too. As soon as that piece of jailbait turns 18 I'm going to have some fun breaking her open." His cock got hard as he talked of his future conquest. "You're partly Asian, right? I'll plant you as a whore and we'll make sure that he picks you up, after that you'll have to figure out some way to blackmail him for his vote. I trust you'll be able to do that."

I kissed him on the lips. "For you, anything. Now what about Coach Flores. I know her, my daughter and her daughter are best friends."

"Yeah, I know. I am not sure what to do about Flores. As far as I can tell she's a total dyke for Principal Cox, and she uses the cheerleading squad as her enforcers in the school. I've fucked each and every one of those stuck up sluts, but I k they are loyal to Flores, and Flores is loyal to Cox. If it comes down to a fight I may need to smack the shit out of a few cheerleaders."

"My daughter is trying out for the cheerleading squad right now, there may be an opportunity there."

"Maybe," he said and then didn't speak for a few moments. "We'll get started Monday. I'll take care of Lovegood, you take care of Burgundy. Then we'll regroup to take out Flores together. But until then," he got up and laid me on my back, pushing his cock next to my sore pussy, "I'm going to spend the rest of the night fucking you. We've got a lot of missed time to make up for."

I squealed in delight as he took me. We fucked on his damp bed for an hour, every five minutes he'd bend me in some knew way and give me hell with his perpetually erect penis. After that he took me into the living room and fucked me on the floor like a dog. I yelped each time his powerful hips slapped against my raw ass. He then dragged me into the bathroom (which was surprisingly clean) and he bent me over the sink and took me in the ass again. I must have passed out for a second, because I don't remember how I ended up in the shower with him. I ripped apart the shower curtain during one of my orgasms, and I got the whole bathroom wet and steamy as the shower flooded the floor, but he didn't care. He fucked me so hard and for so long that I don't even remember when we finished, but at some point I must have just passed out from the sheer bliss.

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"So what are you going to tell your husband?" Bobby asked me as over the noise of the shower. "Isn't he going to wonder why his wife didn't come home last night?" 

I was washing off, trying somewhat vainly to get rid of the sex smells from my hair, but Bobby didn't have any good shampoo. The only hygiene products he had were all for men. Not that I didn't love the smell of his body-spray, but it wasn't very feminine. While I scrubbed every inch of my hard, well-used body, I tried to not get too aroused or otherwise I'd have to fuck him again, and then I'd need another shower. Meanwhile, Bobby was in the bathroom draining his bladder like a race-horse. Normally it would disgust me to be anywhere near someone while they were urinating, but just the sound of Bobby peeing made me wet for some reason.

"My bitch knows his place," I responded confidently. "You're not the first man I've cheated on my husband with, just my first student. He may want some details, and I'll give him some so he has something to imagine while masturbating, but for now you're my little secret."

"There's nothing 'little' about me, baby. What about your daughter? What are you going to tell that little miss goody-goody valedictorian you've been raising."

"She knows that mommy gets cock," I launched back, but I was uncomfortable when Bobby talked about my budding daughter. "I've explained that I need to fuck other men sometimes, and that daddy accepts that. She tried to judge me once, but I spanked her so hard she couldn't sit down for a week, so I don't get lip from her anymore."

"Isn't that a little fucked up? You know . . . hypocritical?" Bobby was no longer peeing, but I could hear him stroking his meat. He was jerking off. "Mommy is out spreading her legs and eating dick, but your little girl can't even get popped?" 

I pulled back the new shower curtain and stepped out. He was sitting on the toilet jacking off with both hands. I stood before him, dripping from head to toe, and looking as sexy as any woman ever could, my long, wet black hair pouring over my firm ass. I put my freshly scrubbed pussy right in front of his face and glared down at him, trying to seem dominant.

"Let's get this straight Bobby, I love you. You own me, and I accept the fact that you've made me your sexual property. I know I'll never be able to please myself as well as you can with that cock of yours, but my daughter is off limits. I don't want her to end up like every other girl in this town, as just another hole to be filled by some cock. I also don't want her to end up like me and married to some faggot just for his pocketbook. So . . . don't touch Lily. Ever."

"Are you really that afraid of what I could do to her?" His cock was fully erect now. I thought standing above him made me seem dominant, but in this position he was still in charge. My body wanted nothing more than to sit down right on his fat cock, but I managed to resist. He could see my wetness though, so he knew I was hot. 

"You broke me didn't you? I don't want you to break her. You'd be her first, and I honestly think having you as a first experience would destroy a girl. She'd never want to study again, she'd never work hard again, and she'd probably forget all about college. The only thing she'd want would be to get on your cock again."

"Is that what you're like now," he smirked.

I smirked back. "Yes."

But I resisted for that moment at least. I left him in the bathroom and walked naked and wet into his living room. It looked like a warzone. Not only was the floor still littered with condom wrappers and the numerous pieces of discarded clothing left by his other girlfriends, but now it was also filled with shards of broken wood and pieces of his ceiling from when he punched my head through the roof. I had nothing to wear, not since he ripped all of my expensive designer clothes right off my body during the rape, but it seemed that some of these slutty garments might fit me. 

"Hey," I called back, "can I borrow some of these clothes for my drive back?"

"Sure, help yourself." He called back from the bathroom. "Careful though, I've used some of them as cum-rags."

I saw what he meant when I picked up a tiny pink t-shirt with the word 'Cherry Girl' written on it. The whole shirt was crispy and it reeked of week-old semen. I looked around a little harder and found a tight leather vest that had a zipper in the front. The back of the vest has a biker logo of a nude female angel with a banner that read 'Heaven's Whores.'

"Hey Bobby. Did you fuck a biker bitch?"

"Yeah. A real cute one too. Her boyfriend challenged me to a race. I won, so I took her as my prize."

"Where is she now?"

"Not here." Bobby was clearly feeling less talkative as he continued to jerk off in the bathroom.

I tried on the vest and zipped it up, but my tits were way too big for it so it only zipped up about part way. I still liked it though, especially the way it pushed my tits all the way up. Next I found my shoes, which was a relief, as they were the most expensive part of my ensemble. I slipped on the black stilettos and eased back into the sexy feeling of being on my tippy toes. I was having trouble finding something to wear over my ass though, so I paced through the apartment in nothing but the tight biker vest and the stilettos. Finally I found a tight red miniskirt made of some cheap elastic material. It wasn't designer, it wasn't even brand name. Whoever wore this must have been a real cheap slut. I slipped it on. It was so short that I couldn't cover all of my ass and pussy with it. Either the bottom of my pussy showed, or the crack of my ass peeked out the top. 

Bobby came out of the bathroom sporting a massive, unsatisfied cock. He took one look at me and I could see his cock twitch. "I want to fuck you," he said. "I want to rip off your clothes again and rape the shit out of you."

"So you approve." I laughed haughtily and posed in my new slutty getup. "I'd love to get fucked again, but I really need to get home and take a real long bath to wash all this sex off." I leaned over to give him a good view of my cleavage. "But remember this for next time, ok stud."

He started jacking off again while looking me over. He was going quite rapidly, and he was sweating. I was worried that he was going to just spray me down with his firehose-cock, but at the last moment he grabbed the little pink t-shit that had 'Cherry Girl' written on it and used it as a cum-rag . . . again.

He grunted with painful satisfaction as the slutty pink shirt turned dark with his semen. I unzipped the vest to give him another view of my tits, which seemed to make him cum even harder. When he was done he tossed the used shirt to the floor, and then he picked up a tiny blue thong with a white star on the front.

"Here," he said as he handed me the tiny blue thong. "I want you to wear these."

"You want me to wear some random slut's panties, gross. The rest of these clothes are one thing but I'm not putting that on my pussy."

His hand stuck my face like a thunderbolt, the slap echoed in his small apartment. "Wear them," he ordered. "I want you to be wearing these the next time we fuck too, so don't you dare lose them. Do you understand me, whore."

"Y-yes." Things had been so good between me and Bobby since he raped me that I had forgotten he was still my master. "I'm sorry. Thank you for correcting me daddy." I took the tiny blue thong and stepped into it. I peeled it up my legs until it was tightly wedged into my pussy and ass. The thong clearly belonged to a much smaller girl, and no matter how I adjusted them the panties would rub against my clit. Worse, although they weren't wet, they had certainly been worn when the little slut who owned them had a very wet orgasm. "These are so small."

"No, your ass is so fat. Those panties are special. They belonged to a girl I broke in just the other day. I want you to wear them home, get use to them, and wear them the next time you come over here. Got it, bitch?"

"Yes, daddy. But who was this girl, what makes hers so special?"

"None of your fucking business. Now get the fuck out of here before I decide to rape you again."

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"Sweetie," my husband gaped. "What are you wearing?" The moment he had seen me coming up the driveway in my tight leather vest, stiletto heels, and tight red miniskirt with the blue thong peeking above the top, there was an obvious erection in his pants. It wasn't and impressive erection, being at most six inches long, and compared to Bobby it was laughable. "What happened to you last night? Did someone punch you?" He must have been referring to the bruises Bobby left on me during our fight.

"You don't like my new clothes Mark? Well that's fine, they're not for you. And as for last night I was out having a good time." As I said this I stuck my tongue into the side of my cheek and held up my fist in front of my mouth, pantomiming that I had been sucking a bigger cock than his. "Now I need to take a fucking bath. Don't bother me, ok sweetie?"

I marched into the house, leaving my bitch husband to take care of his little dick himself, and I marched upstairs to take a long, steamy, bubble-bath with a few of my favorite sex-toys to keep my company. 

As I got out of the bath over an hour later I felt amazing. Nothing like a long soak and few orgasms to make a girl feel as good as new. I stood in front of a steamy full body mirror and admirred myself. I was amazing, a walking sex bomb. I had always appreciated my beauty, who wouldn't, but after Bobby I felt even more amazing. My tits seemed perkier, my ass my smoother and juicier, and my abs were inhumanly sexy. The only think that wasn't perfect was my face, which was marred by a black eye and some small cuts, but even they were sexy in a way.

I rubbed my body down with lotion and skin care products, returning my skin to its flawless shine. But after that I grabbed the soiled blue thong that Bobby had given me, the ones with the little white star in the front. What were so special about theses? Why did I have to wear some slut's pussy-soaked little ass-string? I hated them, I wanted to flush them down the toilet, but I didn't want to disobey Bobby. 

Feeling curious, I decided to put them on again. They were as tight and uncomfortable as ever, cutting deep into my pussy and ass. The front was so small that my cunt-lips showed on either side, and the back couldn't even come all the way up my crack. They were fucking awful, but they reminded me of Bobby, and that made me wet.




School Conquering Stud



The door to the bathroom opened and my daughter walked in. There were no secrets between us and we were use to being naked in front of each other. I had once walked in on her masturbating and although she had tried to cover it up I had just told her to finish up. I bought her a dildo later that day, hoping she'd continue to pleasure herself instead of falling in which any of the rapists at school.

My daughter was the spitting image of me, although she was an average height and her hair only fell to her shoulders. She came in wearing a tight little tank top, her nipples clearly poking through, and a loose pair of pajama pants. 

"Hey sweetie," I welcomed her in. "Feeling any better? You look good." The day I had been fucking Bobby she had been home sick from school, but she looked perky and healthy to me.

"Oh, yeah . . . cough, cough. Thanks mom, I'm feeling loads better." She came over to me and peeled off her shirt, freeing her perky young breasts. Her nipples were much a much lighter shade of pink than mine were, but mine stuck out more. She grabbed one of the dildos I had on the counter and examined it. "I was just thinking I'd take a bath now that you're out. Did you use this one?" she indicated the dildo.

"No sweetie, go ahead and use it if you want." I could tell she was lying about being sick, but I was in such a good mood from all the mind-blowing sex that I decided to not bust her ass. 

"Thanks," she smiled and began licking the head of the dildo. I never understood why she liked to do that. In my mind a dildo was just a tool, nothing special, but she treated them like they were her boyfriends. She even gave them names. "So where were you last night? Dad was out of his mind with worry."

"I was getting fucked, sweetie. I'm and adult, and adults have needs. Your father can't satisfy those needs, so I satisfy them elsewhere. Don't give me shit about it, not unless you want to be put over my knee again."

She winced. "I'm not giving you shit, mom. I just . . . I have needs too." She was rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her pajama pants. She was horny and frustrated.

I put my hand over hers and helped her rub her mound. "I know sweetie, I know. You inherited my libido, unfortunately. I just don't want you to waste your youth on your knees like I did, being some worthless jerk's sex toy. I want you to get a good education, get into a good school, and then get a good high paying job. Boys will only distract you."

"I know, mom, I know." She stood up and pulled down her pants. Her pussy was wet and swollen. It also looked like it was a little bruised. 

"Sweetie, were you masturbating a lot yesterday? Your pussy looks like it got hit by a boxer."

"Oh, um . . . yeah. Yesterday was a crazy porn day for me. I must have gotten a little carried away." She stood next to me and looked down. "Hey, is that my thong you're wearing?"

"What?!" Her thong? Is that what she asked? No, how could it be? "I don't think this is your thong sweetie."

"No, it totally is my thong. See the little white star on the front? Those are definitely my panties. It's ok if you want to wear my underwear mom, I just don't think they'll fit you very well. You are way more curvy than I am. It's weird, I thought I lost those yesterday at . . . um . . . never mind."

Suddenly I put two and two together. My heart nearly exploded in my chest. These were my daughter's panties. She hadn't been ditching school yesterday so she could stay home and masturbate, she was getting her fuck on with Bobby and Dixie all day. These were her panties, and Bobby had already broken my sweat little girl. Her pussy was jacked up because he had broken my sweet little girl, and here she was lying to my face about it.

"Hey," my daughter didn't notice my heartbroken shock. "I'm going to go get my MP3 player so I can listen to music in the bath. Thanks for talking mom." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips before bounding out the room like the satisfied little slut she was.

Bobby had fucked her. Bobby had broken her. And then he raped me into a coma right after her. I slept in the bed my daughter probably lost her virginity in. I slept in her sweat, I was fucked by the same cock, and now I was wearing the panties that our mutual lover had taken as a trophy.

I looked down at my daughter's thong. It was growing darker and darker as a wet spot grew on the front. I was leaking. I was horny leaking from my pussy like a horny slut, but I didn't feel horny. I felt hurt and betrayed and used and stupid. Bobby had played me, and the worst part was I knew there was nothing I could do about it. He owned me now, as he likely owned my daughter. It was too late to fight back, I didn't want to fight back, but I didn't want this either.

Suddenly I realized that I was having an orgasm. I don't know why, but the knowledge that Bobby had not only dominated me, but also my daughter, and that he now owned us both, triggered something dark and erotic within me. I was cumming, and it was an orgasm as powerful as the one Bobby had given me with his cock.

I feel down onto the floor. I could see myself twitching in the mirror, my pussy was sending jets of clear sex-water inches into the air, even through the material of my daughter's spoiled thong. I was crying, because I realized that I had lost complete control of my life. I was someone's slut now, my daughter was the same man's slut, and we were both going to be used as his puppets for taking over the school.

I squealed as my pussy finished its explosion. I fell back onto the floor, writhing in the painful pleasure. "Damn you, Bobby! Damn you, Bobby Fucking Scagliotti." I was on the verge of passing out, but before I did so I noticed that my daughter was standing above me. She was smiling evilly, her wet pussy was dripping onto my face, and she was holding her cell phone.

"I just got a very interesting text from my new boyfriend," she said. "Apparently he spent all last night fucking the dirtiest whore he has ever met. I guess you were right mom, I wouldn't want to end up like this piece of sex-trash." She put the cell phone in my face and started flipping though pictures. They were all of me, naked, and covered in semen. I hadn't even noticed Bobby taking picture of me while we fucked, but I guess I had been pretty focused on his cock the whole time.

"You're such a selfish bitch," my daughter continued. She crouched down and sat on my chest, her wet pussy using my breasts as a pillow. "You won't even let me go on a date, meanwhile you've been whoring yourself to your own students. What a slut you are. You just want to keep all of Bobby's semen to yourself don't you. Well here, I have some more for you."

She crouched over my face and starting moaning as the muscles in her stomach tensed up. "Not sure if there is any left," but then drops of semen started escaping from her cunt and slipping into my open mouth. "There we go," she signed. "Drink up, mommy. I know you love it."

She laughed at me as I helplessly licked at her broken pussy, slowly pushing her to her own orgasm as I was still being destroyed by my own. She laughed, and I passed out.