“God. Yes.” He stroked harder now, faster.
“You want to fuck it, don’t you? You don’t even want my pussy. You want to fuck my ass. You’re so fucking sick you want to take my anal virginity while my pussy is still virginal. Aren’t you, Coach?”
My shorts were all the way down now, and all that was left on my ass was my tiny, tiny thong. I tugged and toyed with the straps, teasing and teasing. That really got him going. His thick arms flexing, his hairy face red as a beet. “Oh god, yeah! Yeah, please!”
“Stroke it for me, Coach. Show me how hard you can get it. Show me that you can deserve it.”
It was huge. And I had to admit I wanted it. But he wasn’t taking advantage. He was waiting for me to say okay. That wouldn’t do at all.
“Good...now...”
Just as it looked like I was going to pull my thong all the way down...I slipped up my shorts.
“Finish yourself off, loser.”
“Wh-what? Wait!”
I took off then, such a tease, leaving him stroking himself off. With a giggle, I left the door open. It was rather funny, hearing him groan in frustration and then slam the door behind me.
* * * * *
I had detention after school—given to me by my English teacher, Miss Batts. She was such an old cunt. I was just doing the things I got away with like crazy in the other classes—teasing boys, showing off my legs and my tits. The classes with male teachers had no problems with that. I guess my sphere of influence is only so limited.
Miss Batts really, really hated the fact that I was young and gorgeous and would be forever—so she gave me detention on some flimsy excuse like my wardrobe not being school appropriate. Like, whatever, right? She wouldn’t know school appropriate if it strode up and spanked her in the ass.
On my way to the detention all, though, a student aide came by and handed me a note.
“What’s this about?”
He shrugged, gesturing for me to read the note.
It said to meet Coach Harris in the locker room in twenty minutes.
Oh, God, I thought, rolling my eyes. He probably just wanted to look at my ass again.
Well, whatever. I had a few things to pick up from my locker anyway. And it wasn’t like I could blame him. I mean, my ass was completely perfect. I had a regular squat routine that I practiced to make sure that it was round and bubbly like a girl’s ass ought to be. One other advantage of being in gym class was being able to look at all the other girls and their bodies—and I knew that I was better than any of them.
I mean, I wanted to be better than them, I made it a goal of mine—but it wasn’t even a contest. I knew without a doubt that there was nothing in this school that could ever stand in my way of getting what I wanted, because at the top of the food chain was always a man...and it looked to me like all the men in power just wanted to jerk off to my body.
I slipped into the locker room, pulling out the books I had left there earlier. I had to give the nerds who did my homework for me something to study. How else were they going to be smart enough to work for me once I got to college?
“Candice,” came a voice.
It was Coach Harris.
“Candice, you’re late for detention.”
He had locked the locker room door behind him. Sensing something was terribly wrong, I rushed to the side door—and found Mr. Young there, locking that door as well.
“What’s going on?” I said with a laugh. “Why did you call me in here? Don’t you know I have shit to do?”
I had made them practically eat out of my hand before. I figured there was no reason I couldn’t make the same thing happen again.
“You’re going to have to delay it,” said Mr. Young. “There’s only one thing you’re going to do in here, Candice.”
My heart started beating fast. Mr. Young and Coach Harris were both closing in on me, one on each side. They had dark, gritty smiles on their faces.
“W-what are you talking about?”
Coach Harris smiled, his teeth white through the black bristle of his beard. “Mr. Young and I, we got together, and we started talking. You know what we talked about, Candice?”
I gulped, shaking my head slowly.
“We talked about you. We talked about what a tease you had been. We talked about how someone really, really ought to teach you a lesson.”
“N-no,” I said, trembling. “You can’t. You can’t...do this. Any of this.”
“Yes, we can. We’re doing it. And you’re going to give us everything we want. Aren’t you, Candice?”
There was only one way I could get everything I wanted. I had to resist. Otherwise it would all be fake.
“No!” I shouted, trying to run.
Coach Harris caught me though, holding me firm in his iron-hard arms, and Mr. Young slapped me.
For a moment, they both looked stunned at their actions. And I, unable to help myself, let out a hot little moan, my knees coming together as my pussy clenched in lust. It was really, really going to happen.
God, it felt so good to be slapped like that.
Coach Harris grabbed my hair, tugging it back hard. My silky tendrils melded to his hand.
“We’re not taking “no” for an answer from you,” he growled.
“No!” I cried.
Yes, yes, yes!
“We’re going to fuck you, Candice,” said Mr. Young. “We’re going to hold you down, and we’re not going to let you get away.”
Oh god, yes! Oh please!
“No! You let me go! You can’t do this! I’ll get you fired, I promise!”
Just as I hoped, Mr. Young slapped me again.
“You’ll do as you say, and you’ll be a good girl.”
I couldn’t help groaning in lust as he said those words. They could tell that I wanted it now—they could tell that they were doing the right thing, but it didn’t matter to me anymore. We were all the train now—right, wrong, these had flown out the window. They were going to fuck me the moment their rough man hands had gotten on my body.
Coach Harris’s grip on my arms was so strong. I couldn’t escape. He pushed me down to my knees. I watched as Mr. Young tugged his pants down. Behind me, Coach Harris did the same, his cock sliding up against my ass cheeks. Both of them started going at me, ripping my clothes down until they were in shreds, in a pile around me. I couldn’t run out of the locker room without being naked anymore.
Tugging at my hair again, Coach Harris tilted my head forward. Mr. Young’s cock was right in front of me. Enormous and bulky. I wasn’t sure it would fit.
“W-wait,” I pleased. “P-please...”
But nothing was happening on my terms anymore. It was all them, or nothing at all. Coach Harris shoved my mouth forward and I slowly enveloped Mr. Young’s dick through my pretty teen lips, and then down my throat.
I had practiced and practiced for this day, using dildos and cucumbers, getting rid of my gag reflex.
It was worth it, so that now, when his meaty throbbing mass dipped into my esophagus, I could suckle and swallow and close my tight warm inner-grip on him, and it could be just how he needed.
“Fuck,” said Mr. Young. “She’s a natural. I thought she was a virgin...”
“She is,” said Coach Harris. “She’s just made to fuck, that’s all.”
Strong as an ox, Coach Harris picked me up by my hips now, his cock hovering over my rear entrance. He wasn't wearing any protection. I trembled.
“You remember, girl?” he teased, pushing his bare cockhead into my asshole. “You remember what you thought I wanted?”
He shoved forward, not waiting for me to ask for it, not caring if it hurt me. He was taking what he wanted from me. He was doing everything I had always dreamed of.
“You were right,” he grunted, fucking into my ass more, each thrust pushing him further and further up my narrow tunnel. “You were so, so right about what I wanted.”
Every time he thrust forward, I was pushed more into Mr. Young’s c
ock. I tried as hard as I could to lick and adore his cock, but it was my first time, and the way I was being fucked in the ass, it ended up slobbery and messy...just like I had told him it would. I could feel how badly he wanted it, though, I could feel how hard he wanted to cum. His balls slapped in my face, his muscles were so tight and full of lust. All that lust getting unleashed on me as he fucked my face again and again.
The two of them reached a rhythm, grunting and thrusting above the sound of my increasingly troubled moans. I had to act like I didn’t want it, even though the way my pussy dripped to the ground and how I kept slobbering all over Mr. Young’s cock spoke otherwise. Indeed, I tightened my ass muscles as much as I could, hoping to provide a hot, warm tight space for Coach Harris’s huge cock in my body.
“I’m gonna cum...” Coach Harris reached forward, touching Mr. Young’s hands. They gripped hands together, nodding, sharing an intimate look.
They were going to cum, unprotected, right into my body! There would be no barriers between their sweet hot cum and my hot teen self. And I was gonna cum too. I could feel it building and building. There was too much cock fucking inside of me not to need to cum constantly.
“Oh god,” said Mr. Young. “Fuck...fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna cum right in her pretty fucking mouth. I’m gonna fucking show her what it means to tease a man...”
I moaned in need. I was desperate for the taste of him—and I was not disappointed. He shot load after load in my mouth, buckling and spasming into my face. So salty and delicious. At the same time, Coach Harris powered into my asshole with everything he had, delivering short, jackhammer-strength thrusts that resulted in an explosion of creamy hot white goo in my most sacred place, where I would never be a virgin again.
I came, of course. So much cum throbbing and melting inside of me—I throbbed too. I melted too. My whole body vibrated with the solemn need to let them know how badly I appreciated what they had done for me.
Just like that, I had been double-teamed by two real, actual studs.
We collapsed down to the floor of the locker room. Feeling obediently, I took care to wrap each of them around me, letting their hot man hands slide up and down my sexy body.
“You’ll be a good girl at school from now on, won’t you Candice?” asked Mr. Young.
“Sure,” I said. “But...”
“But what?” said Coach Harris, almost annoyed.
“Well, if you could pretend I wasn’t...then I could pretend too. Would you boys like that?”
They grinned. They’d love it.
It wouldn’t be as good as the real deal, of course...but pretending wouldn’t be so bad, I decided. And that way, I could have them slap me and take me whenever they wanted.
Anything to get more of their cock. That was what I had wanted all along.
It was a dream come true.
# # #
Working Girl Wendy
Wendy took a breath and stepped out of the bathroom.
Their dorm room was small—just a bathroom and a living space that included their two beds. They had a corner room with two windows, and two small desks underneath each window.
Her gorgeous young roommate, Silvia, was in the dorm room already, sitting down on her bed with her laptop place on her perfectly tanned legs. Their beds were adjacent to one another in the other corner, and at night, Wendy could hear Silvia's softly contented moans whenever she decided to pleasure herself.
Even working as a prostitute, Silvia just couldn't get enough orgasms. She was completely sex crazy. Wendy felt that rather worked to her own advantage, given what she had in mind.
“Hey babe,” said Silvia. “What's...”
Her voice drifted off, eyes widening as she saw what Wendy was wearing. Or more accurately, what Wendy wasn't wearing.
Covering Wendy's red-hot body was red-hot lingerie. Fishnet stockings on her legs. Toweringly high platform heels, sparkling and jeweled. A tiny red bra supporting her buoyant, amazing breasts. Tiny g-string panties stretching over her tight ass, her perfect snatch.
“That's um...” Silvia took a breath. “Wow. You have a date tonight?”
Wendy shrugged, sliding forward onto Silvia's bed. “Not yet. I'd like one, though.”
Silvia raised a flirtatious eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Anybody in mind?”
Without any subtlety, Wendy slipped her breasts onto Silvia's leg and slid slowly upward. Her perfect, 36D cleavage easily encapsulated the sexy blonde's perfectly slender calf.
“Oh...” Silvia moaned softly. “Oh my.”
“I really, really want to come and work with you tonight, Silvia. Won't you let me?”
For weeks now, Wendy had been dropping hints about how interesting she found Silvia's work. Silvia boasted regularly how she made enough to pay off her tuition and room and board in less than two nights of work when she started up her craft at the start of the semester. Everything else since then had just been gravy.
But even so, Silvia had obstinately refused to let Wendy join her.
“You don't want to get started up in this work,” she told her again and again. “It's just not for some girls.”
Wendy, of course, knew that she wasn't 'some girl.' She was the girl—and she could do anything she wanted. She was certainly hot enough.
Silvia had, in the past, dropped hints that she wouldn’t mind working with Wendy—but always behind these hints were vague warnings about the man she worked for, Tony. Wendy of course wasn’t scared of any man, not even a pimp—she knew that her beauty could charm anyone.
Now, with Wendy crawling up Silvia's body, rubbing and moaning, sliding her rich mass of hair along the tender blonde's belly—Silvia's will seemed to be crumbling.
“Hey...that's not...not f-faiiir...” Her voice became high and breathy. “God, you're so pretty, Wendy, b-but Tony says...”
Always with what Tony says. Wendy shook her head. She didn't care about Tony—no matter how many times Silvia said how much she loved him and only wanted to do what he said.
“Come on, Silvia. You know you want me to work with you.”
Wendy slid her hand up on her best friend’s leg, just above the knee. Her grip was light but insistent, fingertips slowly moving higher on the smooth surface of the dazzling blonde’s leg. Silvia—even as a professional—looked rather flustered.
“Wendy...” Silvia bit her lip, looking away. “I-it’s not that simple. Even if I wanted to let you work with me, we still have to clear it with Tony, and he’s n-not...n-not...”
“Not what? Not a guy I can reason with?” Wendy smiled and tossed back her lustrous brown hair. “Such a man doesn’t exist babe.”
The two young beauties were sequestered away in their large college dorm room, completely alone. It was the middle of the afternoon, and all of Wendy’s classes were over. Not that it mattered—she didn’t end up going to class that much. Why bother, when it was so easy to have nerds take notes and tests for her? Most of her days in college were spent shopping on other men’s dimes, or vainly admiring her reflection in one of the many mirrors in her dorm room, or plotting a seduction of yet another easily-conquered male.
Wendy loved to seduce others. It was simple for her—with her angel face, her smoldering dark eyes, her gorgeous mane of chestnut brown hair, and her perfectly proportioned hourglass body. She knew just how to twist words around, to manipulate space, to coo and moan to make others see that she was really right most of the time.
Take, for example, just the fact that Silvia was her roommate. When she had started in college, her roommate had been some cave-dweller; a hulking softball player who barely knew what conditioner was. That simply wouldn’t do for Wendy. She needed someone who understood class and elegance. She needed someone who understood society—who understood that girls really ruled things, so long as they were gorgeous and lovely and made men do anything they wanted with a smile and a suggestion.
When Wendy first met Silvia, it had been in a library. Wendy had been there, trying to track
down some nerd to take care of her advanced calculus take-home test for her.
Instead, Wendy caught the beautiful blond Silvia jerking off a young football stud in one of the small study cubicles. She almost hadn’t caught it—the way Silvia arranged herself, it was possible to see what she was doing only from one particular angle.
“That’s it, baby,” Silvia moaned into his ear. “You like that? Is that good?”
He seemed thoroughly in love, just staring helplessly at Silvia with admiration in his eyes. In short order, Wendy, spying from behind a pillar, watched him convulse and cum. Silvia licked her hand clean and strutted off.
Wendy caught her afterward—counting a stack of twenties.
“Oh my god,” she said, eyes wide. “Did you just paid to jerk him off?”
Silvia put a hand on her hip, clearly expecting Wendy to judge. “So what if I did?”
“That’s just, so completely totally great,” Wendy gushed.
They made quick friends, and within a week they had petitioned for their new dorm room—which they received, of course. The poor boarding counselor barely knew what to do with himself when the two mini-skirted beauties arrived in his office.
Now, two months later, Wendy had essentially used up all the avenues for cash that a gorgeous girl like her could find without whoring herself out.
And, honestly? It just wasn’t enough cash for her.
So, all that she saw left open was to join up with Silvia’s business.
Now, sliding over Silvia's body, trailing her face against the lovely blonde's neck and inhaling deeply, Wendy knew that she was winning. Silvia's body—tense and trembling—was practically bursting with lust from the sight of Wendy's hot lingerie clad body so very warm and so very close.
Wendy needed that money. She really, really needed to get away to Europe. She was a beautiful college girl! How would she operate without going off to Europe to have lots of fun with strange men and stranger circumstances? It just didn’t make any sense at all for her to be stuck in the states that whole time.
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