They All Just Want You To Cum....

You had a little more sympathy for Principal Foster. The last few years you had to stand by and witness your hotter school classmates get pretty much whatever they wanted simply because they looked good and acted slutty. To think that they were such ho's that they were getting out of being expelled while stealing husband's was infuriating.

Still....she was blackmailing you. She was abusing her position of authority. Worst of all, she was doing it to get **** on school board members who were doing the same thing. Thinking about it all made you so angry that you re-aggravated some symptoms of your concussion.

You took a painkiller Dr. Steadfast prescribed then laid down on the couch. The rest of the day was a **** induced blur. The only thing you mentally retained was how little June seemed to care for you. She didn't make you any food, she didn't check to see if you were comfortable, nothing. Even when you got the where-with-all to ask for a blowjob, she was unenthusiastic and gave little effort. Of course, being under the influence of a painkiller caused you to shoot your load within seconds regardless of the quality of the oral sex.

You eventually passed out on the couch. June woke you up uncomfortably early the following day. It didn't occur to you that, bring the principal, she had to get to school well before anyone else. You also didn't take into account that you had no clothes. June said that she texted your sister to bring some over later that day. June gave you some of her ex-husband's clothes to wear in the mean time. You sighed as you realized how shitty the day was likely to be.

Neither you or June said anything until her car made it to the school parking lot. As she open your door for you, she said "remember our deal. Check your phone every period today, always tell them that I need to be a part of the action too." You sighed and made your way to school where an amazing sight helped you forget the anxiety your situation had you feeling.

You were treated to a heroes welcome as you walked through the front doors. "Welcome back John!" could be heard across the hallways. Classmates came over to give you hugs; many of whom you'd never spoken with before. One took your book-bag off your shoulder and offered to carry it to your locker.

On the way there many women were practically begging you to use them to cum. You heard random classmates bragging with lines such as "My throat goes deep John, you'll love it", "I can suck you off and jerk your shaft at the same time. You'll cum in seconds!", expressions like that. It was a huge turn on to hear these women brag about what great fucks they were when, not a week before, they wouldn't have been caught dead speaking to you.

After about 30 minutes of recounting your harrowing beatdown to a large group that gathered in front of your locker, the first period bell rang. You made your way to Miss Waverly's history class. Taking your seat, June's promise (well now Principal Foster's promise) came back to the front of your mind. You didn't know what sick plans she had in store for you.

Sure enough, 5 minutes into class you got a text: "Cindy Ruiz, Anal." A few minutes later you heard the announcement over the PA system: "Will John Doe and Cindy Ruiz please report to the principal's office". You took a deep breath, grabbed your things, and made your way down the hall.