Andrea Bailey and Kathryn Thomas

Andrea Bailey had just finished her student council meeting about the rampant littering of condoms around the school. It was a topic nobody wanted to address, and thus it fell to her as the student council president to talk about the problem. Frankly, she didn’t much care for the subject, similar to the students she was supposed to represent, but she had an image to keep. She was certain the increase in littering of contraceptives was linked to the new SECCA program, which peeved her. Being a top student, she didn’t need the crutch of a plan, and it felt like an insult to her. It was a slap to the face of a hard-working student like her. She worked hard to get to the position of president and when people like the vice president just appeared out of nowhere to climb the ranks, just because she was down on her knees for a certain group of teachers, it frustrated Andrea.

The members of the student council took their leave, making the club room silent. Andrea stayed behind to ponder on her appeal to the teachers about the problem. She was slightly annoyed that Kathryn Thomas, the vice president, had elected to stay behind as well. After sitting about and jotting down notes, Andrea noticed Kathryn’s troubled face. The girl was listlessly flipping through her files lost in thought.

“Kathryn, are you looking at the new clubs petitions?” Andrea asked.

“Yeah, it’s such a chore though. Most of these clubs are ridiculous, and others overlap with existing ones. Like ever heard of the Friends Club, it says that it’ll be a club for people without friends, how funny! If you want to make friends, join a club of your interest, like this’ll just highlight them as a group of outsiders. Plus all of them are begging for cash which gives me headaches. I’m just going to approve of all of them,” Kathryn said with enthusiasm as if waiting for Andrea to talk to her.

“You know you can’t do that, that’ll just push work on the treasurer and secretary. Come on, hand it over, I'll help,” Andrea said sternly, her working side taking over.

“Yay! Thanks Andrea! They really do pick the best to be president!”

Together they both worked to complete the work, but a short while after they were interrupted by the door to the club room opening. In sauntered the sleazy greasy history teacher Mr. Dinger and an aura of wickedness.

“Girls I’m not interrupting anything am I?” he asked, playing with a golden ring in hand before slipping it on.

It was strange, Mr. Dinger wasn’t the student council’s teacher supervisor, what was he doing here Andrea thought.

Andrea responded politely with slight distaste, “Hello Mr. Dinger what brings you here? We’re just finishing up club applications.”

“Yeah, you never visit even during student, teacher, staff meetings,” Kathryn added. Andrea gave the girl a glare, hoping the teacher didn’t take offense. Who knows how an undesirable person like Mr. Dinger would react when angry.

“So it seems I am interrupting your, make-out session is it?” The man coyly asked.

“Yes, like can’t you see, fat man?” Kathryn, who was straddling Andrea’s waist leaned forward, sexually kissed her on the lips while groping her clothed breasts.

This girl, Andrea thought, they were caught kissing by a teacher and she was still smooching without care. Not only did she SECCA her way to the student vice president position, but she also seduced Andrea with her hot irresistible body and gorgeous face. Now Kathryn was going to get them both in deeper trouble.

Andrea broke off the kiss, “I apologize for Kaitlyn’s rudeness Mr. Dinger. We are making out but please let us off this time.”

“Oh I’m afraid I can do that,” Mr. Dinger sat in the head seat observing the two girls who were on the large meeting table, “First foreplay, student with student, is not under SECCA policy. Second, blondy here called me, fat man, very rude. So I think a punishment is in order, detention for the both of you for one week.”

“That’s totally unfair. Like one whole week? We were just playing around, unlike the cheerleaders who are doing it with each other. How come they can have full-blown sex and not get punished, while we get a whole week of detention? Plus we all know you’re overweight, sir,” Kaitlyn complained condescendingly to the stinky man.

Oh shit, Andrea couldn’t believe this slut, this fuck hot dumb bitch. Under the SECCA rules they could just masturbate and be out of detention in no time flat, but what she just did got them both in deeper shit.

“Uh, Mr. Dinger, what she meant was,” Andrea tried to keep her composure,” the rules aren’t equal for all students. She meant no offense, and she’s worried about your health.”

Mr. Dinger didn’t seem like he bought her bullshit, “Ms. Andrea Bailey, I expected better of the students in the council, how disappointing. Both of you will obey me without question for punishment, is that true?”

“Yes, Mr. Dinger,” Andrea knew that a good student council leader should accept ramifications if they did wrong.

“Okay,” Kaitlyn reluctantly said, following Andrea’s lead.

Mr. Dinger grinned, his stern face melting off in a flash, “Good, detention one week, both of you. Setting that aside, let's start with your immediate punishment. Kaitlyn top and Andrea bottom, 69 each other, and don’t mind me.”

Andrea had never heard of punishment like this before, perhaps an influence from SECA? Anyway, she did as she was told, pulling down her feminine slacks and undies, before laying face up on the large table. Kaitlyn enthusiastically did the same with her short skirt and panties, eagerly positioning herself atop Andrea. The vice president then nuzzled and licked the president’s pussy, kissing deeply like she was continuing the make-out session that was interrupted. Andrea stopped focusing on the goodness that was happening between her legs to view Kaitlyn’s wet muff and large ass above her. Kaitlyn was a corrupt student politician, but who could say no to her sinful treats? Not Andrea, the reserved student president let go of her inhibitions and buried her face into Kaitlyn’s lower lips.

For the next few minutes, Mr. Dinger practiced his voyeurism skills on the two vagina-eating girls. They were into it, so deep into it that it seemed that they had forgotten that he was here. It was perversely enjoyable to view two attractive partially clothed young women have sex like lustful lovers. What made it more fun was that Kaitlyn was the sexually dominant partner, shoving her groin down whenever she felt like it while going wild on her president’s box. Andrea had an indignant spark in her eyes but still took it like a good sub. Together their moans and slobbering wet sounds grew louder and louder until they were on the edge of orgasm.

“Stop. Do not cum.”

Both of the girls were like a loaded gun ready to fire, their minds and bodies begged them to continue, yet they stopped their sexual ministrations. Together they pleadingly looked at the commanding teacher, wishing he had let them release their burning lust.

Mr.Dinger gazed upon their **** faces with utter glee, “What? This is punishment after all. Until the end of your detention, I want both of you to keep each other hot, horny, and wet. Of course, the caveat is that you both can’t cum and can’t allow anyone to know that you’re in an uncivil relationship. I’ll be back once your detention period is over, so until I give you permission, do not climax. Feel free to feel each other up though.”

Confusion and dread appeared in Adrea’s eyes while Kaitlyn’s face twisted in fury. The turmoil of emotions was like milk for a baby, and Mr. Dinger couldn’t be happier feasting on such despair. The two girls had opened their mouths to protest his outrageous declaration, but Mr. Dinger ordered them to continue their soul-crushing sex without release until they felt the need to return home.

Leaving the student council club room with a grin and a boner, Mr. Dinger could almost giggle to himself as he ate up one last scene of the two student politicians moaning and lamenting in their hell of sinful pleasure. This ring, this power, it must have gone to his head, and yet he didn’t mind, no, he didn’t mind at all.