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I changed into my schoolgirl outfit in the boys’ locker room at school. I had been doing this for years, so I knew there was nobody in the building. I knew I’d have plenty of free time to indulge myself — I had started slowly, just panties under my pants, since I had been a sophomore; but now I was a senior and really knew the school and its rhythms well. As I pulled my wig on and prepared to roam the halls, I looked forward to hearing the clicking of my heels on the clean tile floors. Suddenly I heard the door open!I all but froze in terror. There’s not supposed to be anybody here! I checked every room! I stood there speechless as the Quarterback from our football team — a star senior with good college prospects — rounded the corner of the lockers. When he saw me, his first reaction was to say, “excuse me” and turn away. He stopped, though, and then turned on me. “What are you doing in here?” he demanded. “This is the boys’ locker room.”I put on my best femme voice. “I’m… I… I’m kind of lost. You see, I’m new here and…””Bullshit! Whose shit have you got there? You going through the lockers looking for something?” he said as he pointed behind me.I quickly glanced backward and saw my drab clothes all over one of the benches next to my open gym bag. I hadn’t put anything away because there wasn’t supposed to be anybody here! Oh shit! Now I’m done for!”Really, I… uh,” I stammered. He grabbed me by both arms and pushed me backward until I was past the bench with my drab clothes on it. I had trouble walking backward that fast in my heels and when I stumbled he lifted me effortlessly and continued on his way.”Stay right here and don’t move,” he said. He kept one eye on me as he reached down and picked up my pants. “Let’s see whose stuff this is,” he said as he pulled my wallet from the back pocket. Now I’m truly mortified.”Well, well, Martin DeBeers’ stuff,” he said, reading my name off of my driver’s license. “You’re in deep shit now, sister. Martin is my next-door neighbor. A bit of a scrawny geek but still a good guy. I’m going to have to report this to the office tomorrow morning. Give me your student ID number.””They… uh… I don’t have one yet,” I said, my voice quavering.”Then give me your name,” he said brusquely. “C’mon, out with it!””Stacey,” I said, my voice breathless and barely above a whisper now. “Stacey Wilson. Do we really have to tell the office? I’ll be in such trouble at home. Isn’t there any way we can avoid this? I didn’t take anything, honest.”A sly grin spread slowly across his face. He stepped back from me with his hands on his hips and looked me up and down, studying me hard. He had a reputation for being the first one in school to score with the new girls — those he wanted anyway.”You’re kind of plain in the face, but you have nice legs and a great body. Your lips look especially nice. I love the way that color looks on you,” he said.”Thank you,” I said demurely. My mind was racing. Was he really hitting on me? He liked my body? Well, duh, I can make it look as sexy as I want with the right ‘equipment.’ Could I really weasel my way out of this? Maybe a little flirting might be in order. I didn’t know a whole lot about being a girl, but I did know what boys liked. “I never thanked you for catching me when I stumbled back there. You’re quite strong.”His grin widened. “I can only think of one thing that could improve the way your lips look,” he said, completely ignoring my comments.”Huh?” was all I managed.”Your lips would look a lot better wrapped around my cock,” he said.I gaped at him. “What?” I said.”Quid pro quo,” he said with a smug smile on his face. When the hell did this dumb jock learn Latin I thought? He continued. “You suck my dick and I’ll forget about reporting this little incident to the office. Simple as that.”I gaped some more. While I enjoyed dressing in girls’ clothes I had never thought about doing what girls did with boys. I gulped and stammered something unintelligible.”I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He started to unbutton his Levi’s. My eyes widened. “It’s the only way out now, sweetheart,” he said. More buttons. “Once Little Hank here,” he patted the swelling front of his jeans, “gets it in his mind that he’s about to poke a pretty young mouth, he just won’t take no for an answer.”He pulled his unbuttoned jeans down to his ankles, and as he stood I could clearly see the outline of his swelling cock in his sexy bikini underwear. Sexy, I thought? Did I just look at a guy’s underwear and think sexy? My mind was reeling as the sound of his voice broke the silence.”Touch it. Go on. You know you want to.” He stepped closer to me, pushing his pelvis out and bringing the growing bulge in his underwear even closer to me. “C’mon, just give it a little squeeze. Here, like this.”He reached out and took my right hand by the wrist. My arms hung limply at my side. He edged closer and closer until he finally pulled my hand onto his throbbing tool. He wrapped my fingers around his prick and squeezed, making my hand squeeze his prick as well. He groaned.”Oooohhhhh. Yeah, now stroke it a little for me, baby,” he said. He started stroking his member with my hand, but after the second stroke he pulled his hand away and my hand continued to stroke him in his underwear. I watched as if it was someone Şerifali Escort else’s hand and not my own, that was stroking our Quarterback’s rigid tool.”Your hand feels good, Stacey,” he said between moans. “But Little Hank’s not going to settle for a hand job. Why don’t you drop my Jockeys and see how good it feels in the flesh? Go ahead, Stacey, Little Hank won’t bite.”The more I stroked his cock, the harder it got. It felt warm and throbbed when I squeezed it. I started to feel a little dizzy from all the excitement. “I have to sit down,” I said. He turned with me and allowed me to find the bench on my own. My grip on his cock didn’t loosen for one instant.When I looked up I saw the back of my hand and realized that I had unwittingly placed myself at eye level with his crotch. “Well, c’mon, Stacey,” he said. “Let’s get this material out of your hand’s way so you can feel a real piece of hot meat.”It was like I was in a trance. I watched my hands (were those really MY hands?) grab the waistband of his sexy underwear (sexy again?) and take them down his muscular legs to his knees. His cock bobbed free bouncing invitingly mere inches from my mouth. It was quite obvious that despite how long and thick it looked, it was not done growing.I watched my disembodied hands caress their way back up his thighs. As they drew near his manhood my right hand wrapped its fingers back around the fleshy staff while my left one cupped his balls.He groaned really loud as I stroked his bare prick and massaged his balls. It continued to grow under my attention, and soon I was holding the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life.”You like it?” he asked.”Mmmm hmmm,” I heard my ‘other’ self say out loud. Where was that sound coming from? My throat?”Kiss Little Hank hello, Stacey. He looks very happy to see you.” I continued stroking and squeezing with my right hand. “Let’s go, Stacey, get it in your mouth,” he said impatiently. Still, I stroked his tool. “Stacey,” he snapped, “get my dick in your orifice or we go to the office!”As I stroked it once more, a large drop of pre-cum surged out and started to run down the shaft. Instinctively I opened my mouth and licked the underside of his pole, catching it on my tongue. After licking the underside I slipped the head between my lips and closed my mouth over it. His moan must have been heard halfway across campus.The feel of the soft, spongy head between my lips was like an electric shock to my system. Somewhere inside of me, a dam burst and I began sucking his cock like a woman possessed. I couldn’t remember who I was or why I was there, but there was a cock in front of me and I wanted to suck it.Our school’s big, studly quarterback was really into getting blown. He had tensed up the instant my tongue touched his cock, but now he relaxed his stance and inched a little closer to me. At first, he rested his hands lightly on the top of my head as my mouth bobbed up and down on his shaft. Then, I felt his hands slide down to cup my breasts.I paused in mid-bob, keeping his delicious meat in my mouth as I angled my eyes up to look at his face and see his reaction. He looked at me with a questioning glance while his hands continued to feel me up through my blouse and bra. I smiled and went back to work on his pole. My breast forms had passed the ‘touch test’ with flying colors. I was so glad I had scrimped and saved the extra money for the good ones.When I felt him fumbling with the top button on my blouse, I nearly panicked. What am I going to do if he gets his hand inside my blouse? And then inside my bra? I had to do something to get his hands away from my tits. Think, Stacey, think!His cock was pretty long, maybe eight or nine inches. Certainly longer than anything I’d ever had in my virgin mouth at any rate. I took a deep breath and pushed as much of his cock as I could take into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat my gag reflex kicked in and I retched like I was going to throw up.”Oh, God yes,” he said as I came back up. I went down on him again, and gagged again, and then down on him once more before my gag reflex even subsided. As I felt the head of his cock slip into my throat his hands flew to the back of my head, pushing insistently. I struggled to come up for air and finally succeeded. At least his hands were off of my tits!”You’re sure a fine cocksucker,” he said. “I thought you were going to deep-throat me there for a minute. None of the prissy girls in this school ever had the guts to try. Hell, most of them won’t even swallow.”I looked up at him again. “I want to feel you in my throat,” I said. “I want to swallow all of your cock and feel the hair on your balls tickling my chin.””Oh my God, Stacey, you must be a real suck slut.” I took his rod back into my mouth as he spoke. My answer came with my mouth full of cock.”Fuck my face,” I said. “Fuck my face and dump your cum down my throat.” He grabbed the back of my head and all but pulled me onto his cock. I knew that if his head had made it past my gag reflex then the rest would be easy. I just had to concentrate.My first two attempts met my gag reflex head-on, and I had to withdraw. I took a deep breath, tried to relax, and plunged face-first onto his meaty pole. He cried aloud as every inch of his manhood disappeared Şerifali Escort Bayan into my mouth and his balls met my chin for the first time.Bam The locker room door slammed open. “What the hell is going on in here?” a loud voice demanded. A female’s head appeared around the corner of the lockers. Mr. jock-stud was still humping my face but had turned his head to face her. Ms. Callahan — the Terminator. We were in deep shit now, I knew, but my lover’s thrusts kept my head facing him. I tried to watch from the corner of my eye.”What’s this all about, Henry?” she asked the Quarterback.”Well, Ms. Callahan…,” he began. I could feel his cock softening rapidly and he had stopped thrusting in and out of my mouth. I noticed that he didn’t move to pull out of my mouth either, so I stayed where I was.”Shut up,” she growled. “Who’s your little slot tonight?””Some new girl. I was just…,” Ms. Callahan interrupted him.”You were just getting your jollies poking her mouth. I wasn’t told about any new girl,” she stated matter-of-factly. “What’s your name, dear?” she asked me, almost sweetly.”Stacey,” I mumbled.”It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, dear,” she said almost demurely. This miss-nice was not her style. I knew all too well how nasty she could be. Henry pulled his limp dick from my mouth.”Stacey,” I said again, louder this time. “Stacey Wilson.””How is it that nobody told me you were going to be coming here, Stacey?” she asked. “I usually get a roster with all the new girls on it so I can place them in the right PE classes. Can you explain that to me, you little tramp?” There was now a menacing tone in her voice. I knew the sweetness was all an act.”I’m sorry, Miss… Uh… Miss,” I stammered while my mind raced, trying to think of a plausible explanation.”That’s Ms. Callahan, you little slut,” she barked. “Stand up! Turn around and face me.” I stood meekly and turned around. “Fix your lipstick. You look like a whore.”I reached into my small clutch purse and pulled my tube of lipstick out. I applied it with shaky hands, but still managed to clean myself up a bit.”Now just what am I going to do with you horny little shits?” she asked. I looked at Henry and he looked back at me. We both knew she wasn’t waiting for us to answer, so we remained silent. “Both of you sit down right there and don’t either of you move a muscle.” She pointed to the bench closest to her.I immediately clicked my way over to the bench and sat down, crossing my legs. I felt my skirt ride up slightly and I guessed that she could see my stocking tops, but her glare never wavered from Henry. He stood there a moment and then bent over to pull up his underwear and jeans.”Just what do you think you’re doing?” she snapped. “I didn’t tell you to get dressed. Now get your ass over here and SIT DOWN.” Henry waddled as best as his pants would allow and sat down next to me.”I want you two to think about a suitable punishment while I go to my office and think about what to do with the pair of you.” She stalked out of the locker room like a mad killer on the loose. “And don’t either of you move from that spot!” she shouted from the hallway.I glanced over at Henry and played dumb. “Oh, so you’re Henry? The Quarterback?” I said.”In the flesh,” he said, spreading his arms and taking a mock bow. Both of us softly laughed at his joke. It was nervous laughter.”What do you think she’s going to do to us?” I asked innocently. I knew full well how terrible the wrath of the Terminator could be.”Well, I think you’re pretty safe with me,” he said confidently as he crossed his arms over his chest. “She might be a bitter old maid but she’s a real sports nut and is 100% behind our school’s programs. She won’t want to see me sidelined at this point in a winning season.” Henry grinned.I felt somewhat better about things, but I needed to sell Henry on who I was supposed to be. “Maybe if this all works out, I can find some way to thank you. Don’t you think?” I traced a finger from his right knee up to where his flaccid prick was drooping between his legs. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a few pulls. “Kind of a shame to see such a fine, proud specimen of a cock all shriveled up like that.” I felt it jump in my hand.”You’d better not,” he said suddenly, trying to push my hand away. “If you get me hard again and she comes back and sees it…,” he left his warning unfinished as I lowered my face into his lap.I slurped his limp member into my mouth and sucked on it. I felt a strange sense of enjoyment as I felt it come back to life. He grew to full size quickly, and I kissed the head of his beautiful cock (did I really just think that?) before I began bobbing up and down on his tool once more.Henry moaned softly while I blew him, not wanting to attract the Terminator too soon. He put one arm around me and started rubbing my ass through my skirt while his other hand cupped as much of my breast as it could. His hand stroking and squeezing my ass felt so good sliding the wool back and forth across my sheer-back panties. He paused when he found the garter straps and he followed one down to my stocking tops. “Hmmmmmmmm,” was all he said.I scarcely believed it when I felt the familiar stirring of my clittie in my panties. I had it tucked neatly away between Escort Şerifali my legs but I knew I was going to be in trouble soon if this kept up. He didn’t have far to go to lift the hem of my short skirt and he was now stroking my pantied ass directly. The feel of my ass in the sheer panties must have done something to him because pretty soon he was bucking his hips and I just knew he was going to blow his load. I pulled off of him and he gave me a questioning look.”I want you to be buried deep in my throat when I take your first creamy load,” I explained. “I want to feel your pulsing balls pressed against my chin while you dump your seed in my stomach.” I smoothed my blouse and straightened my skirt. I crossed my legs once more and this time his eyes followed the movement. The light in his eyes told me that he was enjoying the view of my stocking tops and garters.”You’re one hot chick, Stacey. We really need to keep in touch after tonight. I’d like to get to know you a lot better.” The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. He wanted to fuck me.”I… I’m still, uh…,” I stammered. “I can’t, uh… sleep with you, Henry. I just couldn’t.”Before we could finish our conversation the door to the locker room opened once more and Ms. Callahan came around to our bench. “Well,” she said, “have either of you thought up a suitable punishment?” She was cool and collected now, not in a rage like she had been before. I knew from experience that her calm was even worse than her rage. Now I really was scared.She looked at each of us individually, searching for an answer to her question in our faces. There was nothing there. “I see,” she said curtly. “Very well. I see you two couldn’t even behave yourselves for the few minutes I was in my office.” Henry and I looked at each other and then up at her. “Don’t try that bullshit ‘who-me?’ look on me,” she pointed at me first. “You, you little slut. Your lipstick’s all smeared again.”She pointed at Henry next. “Spread your legs and show me your dick,” she snapped. Glumly, he complied. “That’s what I thought. “Just how do you suppose all that fresh lipstick got all over your cock.””Well, since neither of you could come up with something, then I guess we’ll just have to do things my way.” Both Henry and I groaned. “Okay,” she said. “Then we can all go to the office right now so I can call your parents to come and get you and we can all see Mr. Rohrer tomorrow.””No!” Henry and I said in unison. I wasn’t so sure about Henry, but I knew I didn’t want MY parents called! And I was also sure that getting Mr. Rohrer, the Principal, involved was a bad idea.She reached around beside the lockers and hefted a large wooden paddle. Her skill with the paddle was legendary. She’d made the biggest and toughest of them cry like babies after just one session with her. She had designed the paddle herself, it was said. She gave detailed drawings to the shop teacher and he crafted it. It was a solid oak plank that, once it had been shaped, had been crisscrossed with a router, making a fiendish waffle-looking surface. At each cross, there was a neatly drilled hole so there would be little air trapped between the board and the offender. It was varnished to a high sheen and it seemed to glow with its own evil light.”Ordinarily I allow students a little leeway by having their pants between their asses and my paddle. You two won’t have that luxury tonight. Bend over and hold on to the end of the bench, Henry,” she said. Henry moved as if his limbs had been made of wood. I knew he had tasted her paddle many times over our four years at this school.”Stacey,” she said, “go and bend over the end of this other bench.” She pointed and I complied wordlessly. I had never been paddled by any teacher and had learned quickly as a youngster to avoid getting in the kind of trouble that made my parents spank. I was really scared and I’m sure the fear showed on my painted face. Of more concern to me, however, was what would happen when she made me pull my panties down and my clittie bobbed free. She’d said we’d have no mercy tonight.She stood between us and took a few practice swings of the paddle. The benches were close enough together that she was positioned where she could paddle us both without having to move. She stepped up behind me first. “Pull up your skirt, Stacey,” she said, “and drop your panties. I want to see them between your ankles.” I pulled my skirt up above my waist, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, and paused momentarily. She filled the pause.”A garter belt and stockings, Stacey? And look at those flimsy sheer panties. You’ve put them on OVER your garter belt? Expecting to need them off in a hurry my dear? You look like such a cheap slut.” Henry’s head turned to ogle me. “Face front!” she snapped. As his head whipped back around she gave him a half-hearted smack with the paddle. “Keep your panties on, Stacey. That sheer fabric will be no protection for your tender white ass.””Hey!” Henry protested. “How come she gets to wear panties and I get it bare-bottomed?””Did I ask you to speak?” she said menacingly.”No Ma’am,” he said quickly. “It’s just that you said…””You’re absolutely right, Henry. Things should be equal,” she said.”Thank you, Ms. Callahan,” he said and he started to reach for his Jockey’s.”Ah-ah-ah,” she cautioned him. “I didn’t tell you to pull up your underwear.” He turned his head to look at her.”But you said…””I said you’d be EQUAL,” she intoned. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. She tossed them on the floor near his feet. “Here, put those on.”
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