"Back door schoolgirl" - читать интересную книгу автора (Trent Thomas)

CHAPTER TWO

Jack gave a start and looked around wildly. He spied the vice-principal for boys, Mr. Osborne, staring at him. He was acutely aware of his own cum-dripping cock.

"Ya'll clean yourselves up and come to my office." He turned and headed for his office in long, determined strides.

"Awwwww, fuck!" wailed Jack. "Goddamn that son of a bitch!"

"That bastard!" cried Jenny, at the same time. Her heart was racing. She trembled nervously as she got out some tissues with one hand while gingerly cupping Jack's cum in the other. Quickly, she dabbed up the sticky mess, while Jack wiped off his cock, then put it back into his pants.

Damn it, she had told Jack it was too risky to sit out in his car in the school parking lot. Finals began tomorrow, and they could be expelled. Fuck! Her body was shaken by tremors of fear as she thought of having to explain to her parents. She couldn't bear the thought of having to take the whole semester over again. It would be quite a setback, not to mention being a severe embarrassment.

Jack was babbling, "Let's deny it! We'll say we were just sitting here. We weren't doing anything! We're innocent!"

"Now come on, Jack. It's no use. Nobody'll believe us. Nobody in this whole fucking world'll take our word over his." She dejectedly pulled up her panties and straightened her dress.

"B-but, Jenny! We can't just go in there and admit the truth! We'll be kicked out of school. You know how that asshole gets his kicks. The more people he can expel from school, the better he likes it. We gotta deny it!" he pleaded. Jenny opened her door.

"No, Goddamn it. I told you. We'll just have to face up to it and hope they won't do anything to us." She swallowed hard and got out.

Jack whined the whole way to the office, trying to get her to change her mind. It was no use. Jenny was raised as a good girl. Her parents had always told her to tell the truth. It simply was not in her to lie, even if it would save her skin.

Larry Osborne, the boy's vice-principal, stood in the door to his office, waiting for them. He was a tall man, almost twice their ages. He had thick black hair, and eyes to match. When he walked, his big chest was usually thrust out. Sometimes, when his shirt was unbuttoned, you could see a bit of black hair poking out. He had one hell of a mean reputation around the school. Jack took one look at Osborne's stance and his knees turned to jelly.

"Come in, Jack," said Osborne. His face was an unreadable mask as he spoke, but his eyes were shining. Quaking, Jack slid past the man and into the well-furnished office.

Jenny watched Jack, contempt on her face. She turned blankly to Osborne, realizing that he was speaking to her. Her look turned defiant. She was determined to take whatever might come, and not to buckle under the pressure. She was ready to take full responsibility for her actions, no matter what.

Osborne's gaze roved up and down the girl's body. He very much liked what he saw. She was petite, slender and fine boned. She was a little over five feet tall, and around one hundred pounds. She was innocent and young, and could easily have passed for several years younger than she was.

Her hair was parted on the left. It was light brown and long, ending in soft, dainty curls. Her open blue eyes were cat-like, wide and narrow. Her eyebrows were dark, slim and perfectly shaped. Her nose was small and delicately chiseled. Her mouth was slightly downturned at the corners, and her lips looked soft and red. Her teeth were small and white. After lingering over her mouth, the man's gaze traveled farther down the girl's fine body.

Her perky tits were thrust up and out against the top of her thin dress. She wore no bra, and her nipples pointed through the material. The man stared hard at the smooth valley between them, wishing her dress were cut just a little lower. Her slim waist was clearly outlined by the narrow belt that pulled in her dress. The dress smoothly curved out again to follow the gentle flaring of her hips. The dress stopped just above her knees. From what Osborne could see of her legs, they were firm and velvet smooth. The flawless, creamy white flesh that he could see called out to him. As his cock started to rise, he wanted to fall to his knees and worship her body.

Instead, he said, "Mrs. Johnson's waiting for you. Go see her." Noticing the way the girl was looking at him, he added, "You're in trouble, honey."

Jenny turned haughtily and began walking down to the next office. Her head was held high. Osborne eyeballed the girl's firm ass as she shook it from side to side. No one noticed the fleeting grin that passed across his face as he stared hard, then went into his office.

Jenny went into Mrs. Johnson's office and found the vice-principal for girls sitting behind her desk, waiting for her. The woman looked up as Jenny entered and closed the door behind her. The girl gulped, losing some of her determination as she saw the lady staring it her.

Mary Johnson was at least ten years older than the girl, and maybe more. She was a little taller than Jenny. Her large, expressive brown eyes were complemented by her short, wavy auburn hair. She had a large, wide mouth with full lips. Her face was smooth and untroubled, yet there was something menacing about her that Jenny could feel. As the woman sat behind her desk, Jenny could see part of her tanned chest and a bit of pure white cleavage between her great tits. The woman sensed Jenny's fear and smiled with her lips, but not with her eyes. It only served to increase Jenny's discomfort.

"H-hello, Mrs. Johnson," Jenny said, almost whispering. "I guess you know why I'm here."

The woman looked her up and down before answering, taking in every feature of the young girl's fine body. "Yes. Yes, I do." She leaned back, her voice hardening as she said, "Now, explain yourself."

"Well it's-it's kind of embarrassing, Mrs. Johnson. You see, my boyfriend and I – we…" her voice trailed off. Beginning again, she said, "Well we were sitting in his car, and…" She stopped, at a lost for words.

Now she was realizing how incriminating her story would sound.

Mrs. Johnson stood up and came around the desk. She said, "I understand, Jenny. You pulled down your panties and let him play with your cunt." Jenny was shocked. "Then you pulled out his stiff prick. Or maybe it was the other way around." Her gaze slithered up and down Jenny's body again. "Hmmmmm, you do look like the kind of young bitch who would grab at a boy's cock, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

Jenny gasped. "Ma'am, since you already know what we were doing, can we please get this over with?"

"Quiet! I'm doing the talking here." When Jenny stood there open-mouthed, the woman continued. "As I was saying before you interrupted me. Regardless of what order things occurred in, you pulled out the boy's cock. You jacked him off until his cum spurted in your hand. What did you do with the cum after Mr. Osborne caught you? Did you lick it up and swallow it? Answer me!"

Red-faced, the girl began sobbing, "No, I didn't lick it up. Why are you doing this to me? Just punish me and get it over with please."

The woman sneered. "You little sluts are all alike." Then she patted down her dress. "All right, since you want to get it over with, we can. Let's see – I could expel you from school for this. Then all your work this semester would have been wasted." She looked hard at the girl. Receiving the appropriate amount of cringe, she continued. "Or you could submit to my own special brand of punishment and stay in school." She sniffed, nodding her head up and down. Her eyes bored holes in the girl the whole time.

"W-what is it? Oh, Mrs. Johnson, I do want to stay in school? Please, tell me what it is!"

The woman's gaze again darted up and down the girl's curvaceous body. She said, "All right, but before I do, there's one more thing I could do – suspension for five days. However, since finals are this week, it would be the same as expelling you." She looked at the girl as if waiting for a response.

Jenny couldn't keep the ray of hope from sounding in her voice. She eagerly cried, "Okay, okay. Punish me. I really don't have much choice, do I? Please, just don't kick me out of school, Mrs. Johnson. Anything but that!"

The woman nodded, knowing the girl was hers. "Okay, Jenny. We're gonna do it my way." She smiled. "I'm glad you're being sensible." After a moment's hesitation, she told the girl, "Now, what you need is a good spanking, and I'm gonna give it to you. Pull down your panties and lean across my desk."

Jenny stepped back, surprise registering on her pretty face. She needed another moment to think. In her mind, she replayed the alternatives. Trembling, she thought of exposing herself to the older woman. After arguing with herself for a split second, she knew there was only one thing she could do.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly said, "Okay, Mrs. Johnson. I'll do it." She began raising her dress.

Watching closely, the woman said, "One more thing, Jenny. From now on, you are to do exactly as I tell you. Do not speak again unless I ask you a question. Don't make any noise or protest. I won't hurt you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am," whispered Jenny, her voice so low that it could hardly be heard. Again, she began raising her dress to get at her panties.

Mrs. Johnson's glance flicked over the young girl's tits. Then her gaze roved down slowly, until she got to the girl's feet. Her gaze slithered over Jenny's smooth, creamy legs until she got to the slowly raising hemline of the dress. As the dress rose, her gaze rose with it.

Jenny uncomfortably noticed the woman's gaze and she trembled. She was getting lusty signals, and thought she must be wrong. It was impossible for the older woman to be sexually attracted to her. Why, the respected vice principal had been at the school for as long as she could remember. She shook her head to clear her mind, then hooked her fingers into her panties. She yanked them down to her ankles, bending over as she did so. There was nothing she could do about her wildly beating heart.

The woman said, "That's fine, honey. Now, lie across my desk and flip your dress up onto your back. I don't want it getting in the way."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jenny stammered. She bobbled a couple of steps to the big oak desk. With a grunt, she bent across it. Her face flushed, she slipped up the back of her dress.

Mary Johnson suppressed a sharp gasp. With her hind around her throat, she stared with rapidly glazing eyes at the young girl's upturned ass. The girl's satiny smooth asscheeks were firm and round. There was a deep crack between her beautiful asscheeks. The woman could not keep from staring up and down the young girl's legs and ass. Her breath came quicker. She knew she had never seen such a fine, firm ass. The girl's tender white flesh glowed with freshness and health, from her pretty feet and slender legs, all the way up to her flawless, creamy asscheeks.

Jenny lay there, silently waiting for the slap she knew would be coming. The cool air caressed her ass, and she felt tingles of sensation coming from the area. She was still hot and unsatisfied from her rudely interrupted session with Jack. With a start, she realized she was excited by the strange turn of events. She closed her eyes.

Chills raced up and down her spine as she felt the cool touch of the lady's hand on her ass. The hand lightly cupped her asscheeks and rubbed them up and down. Then she felt a light slapping, first on one cheek and then on the other. Reflexively, her asscheeks began tensing for the swats she knew to be forthcoming. She braced herself, and just in time. The older woman brought her hand far back, then swung.

With a resounding smack, flesh met flesh. Jenny's body jerked with the sudden jolt. A stinging pain rippled out from her ass. Before her asscheeks had stopped quivering, the next blow landed. This time, Jenny couldn't keep from grunting. She gripped the edge of the desk and willed herself not to cry out as the woman's hand met her ass for the third time. Her brain filling up with pain, she felt her asscheeks getting hotter as they swelled with blood and turned crimson. She began to moan.

Mrs. Johnson was enjoying herself. She had always known she had a dominant side, but it wasn't until she came to the school as vice principal that she had realized how much it turned her on to demonstrate her power. It was surprising to find out which of the girls enjoyed her treatment, and how many there were! Each time she found a new one, she became more excited than she had the last time.

This time was no different. As soon as she had seen Jenny, she had suspected that the girl had a deep submissive streak running through her very core. She had known right then that the girl would make an interesting subject. The girl didn't know herself well enough to realize her need to be dominated, but Mrs. Johnson would take care of that. She would take control of the girl, making sure Jenny quickly found out about herself and enjoyed every minute of it. Jenny would be broken in properly, like a good girl should. Mrs. Johnson kept swinging, thrilling with each sudden slap against the girl's soft asscheeks.

Jenny lay across the desk, her face twisted in a grimace of pain. The pain shooting out from her ass had steadily taken over her brain until it now overshadowed any other thoughts she might have had. The only thing she knew was pain as her soft asscheeks were repeatedly beaten. Biting her lip, she tried to stifle her moans.

Suddenly, the beating stopped. Jenny put her head on her arms and lay still. Her ass was on fire, quivering and tingling in shock. Her legs shook as she held onto the desk to keep from sliding off. Gradually, her breathing slowed. Even though her ass burned, she was grateful that it hadn't been worse. As the pain began to subside, she realized with a shock that her cunt was gushing. She could feel the hot juices dripping down her thighs in a steady, wet stream. For an instant, she forgot about the older woman, but then it came to her that the woman had a clear, unobstructed view between her legs. She tried to close them together as she began straightening up. A hand on her back held her down.

"Be still!" commanded Mrs. Johnson. "Don't get up 'til I tell you to, Jenny." She placed her other hand on the girl's ass, gently stroking. "Now, just relax. I'm going to massage your ass so it won't be bruised in the morning."

Jenny stiffened as she felt the woman's hand caressing her ass. As she lay helplessly pinned, a strange sensation began coming over her. She felt Mrs. Johnson gently rubbing up and down her warm asscheeks. The woman's soft hand glided up her ass, then slid down to cup her tender, sensitive assflesh. Pressing more firmly, Mrs. Johnson began massaging in a strong, circular motion. First one cheek, and then the other began tingling in a totally new manner. Jenny gradually relaxed and began to enjoy it. The hand began gliding back and forth from cheek to cheek, lightly dipping into the crack between them each time it crossed.

Mrs. Johnson knew she had Jenny hooked as soon as the girl's body relaxed under her touch. She stared hard in between Jenny's asscheeks as she rubbed them. Each time her hand switched to Jenny's other asscheek and dipped into the girl's asscrack, she applied enough pressure to open up the girl's ass and expose her asshole. Jenny's shitter looked so soft and tender. Seeing and smelling the young girl's cuntjuices running down between her thighs made the woman want to drop to her knees and lick it up. Filling with lust, she could hardly hold herself back. If she didn't eat Jenny's tender pussy this time, she would be sure to do so the next time, she vowed.

Jenny could feel the air caressing her asshole each time the older woman spread her shitter open. She was delightfully aware of her burning, itching cunt. The aroma of her own pussy was so overpowering that it completely filled her nostrils. She was ashamed of herself for being so turned on. Still, her pussy tingled with unfulfilled desire as the woman's hand fondled her reddened asscheeks. She had to admit that it felt good. Damn good. The massage continued, and Jenny found herself wishing for something more.

Mrs. Johnson knew that the girl was extremely aroused. She knew from experience how good an ass massage felt. She was delighted to hear a groan escape the girl's lips. It was time to make her move.

Jenny's whole body was tingling with life. She wanted to be rubbed, stroked, caressed. The fire of lust was inside her, and there was only one way to quench it. She had to go home and frig herself until she came. Before she could move, however, she felt the lady's hand sliding between her asscheeks. It was unexpected, but felt so good that she could not suppress a sigh of pleasure.

Fingers lightly traced their way into her asscrack, and then began sliding down toward her asshole. Jenny felt herself trembling in anticipation. Involuntarily, her asshole twitched as the woman's fingers neared it. As Mrs. Johnson reached her shitter, however, she began circling around her asshole instead of touching it. Her fingers delicately slid around the girl's puckered asshole in a gentle, but firm massage. Now Jenny desperately wanted the fingers to rub her asshole. But they didn't. After a few light trips around her brown slit hole, they resumed their downward journey.

The fingers neared Jenny's cunt. Jenny arched her back, waiting for the caress. Instead of touching her pussy, they went on down around her cuntlips to her wet inner thighs. Picking up the slick juices, Mrs. Johnson's fingers effortlessly slid up and down in a wonderful massage. After tickling both inner thighs, they began heading back up to the grits cunt.

This time they went straight tot Jenny's pussylips. Jenny was almost ready to beg for it, when the woman's hand began cupping her cunt. The swollen flesh sent signals of extreme lust to her brain's the woman's hand rubbed and massaged. Her reverie was interrupted by the sound of the woman's voice. "How do you feel, Jenny?" whispered Mrs. Johnson.

"Mmmmmm, oh, good," moaned the girl. She couldn't help herself. She was hotter than she had ever been before. She wanted to cum, and badly.

"Spread your legs," the woman said.

Jenny hardly hesitated to do as she was told. At first, she had been ashamed of herself, but not any longer. She was hot and horny, and her pussy needed attention. Mrs. Johnson was providing that attention, and that was all she asked. It felt wonderful. She spread her legs as far apart as she could.

The woman's wonderful fingers dove between her pussylips. They slid into her cuntslit and began flicking up and down, smearing her cream all over. They slid to her fuckhole and began circling the swollen rim, gradually swirling inside. First the tip of one finger slid inside her. It began thrusting in and out, sliding deeper with each thrust. With the aid of the girl's slippery cuntjuices, the woman's finger swiftly buried itself all the way in. Jenny grunted in happiness.

The finger pumped several times before pulling out and slowly rubbing down her cuntslit to her clit. It flicked over her cunt, and then began circling around it. The lone finger was soon joined by others, and together they began massaging the entire area around Jenny's cunt. Jenny gripped the edge of the desk harder. Her breathing came faster. Her brain was clouding over with a fever she had never known.

Knowing the girl was now completely in her power, Mrs. Johnson slid her foot under her desk. Feeling the small red button, she pressed it. Seconds later, a panel slid back in the wall separating her office from Osborne's.