Pressed together

‘Saying hello properly’ turned out to mean pulling a beleaguered Stacy up onto her feet and proceeding to make out with her in the most writhing and invasive way possible. The girl with two loads of semen in her mouth suddenly found a tongue forced into that mix as well, swirling the cocktail of salty flavors around and passing them back and forth. The implication was very quickly established that the aim was not to end up swallowing any more than was necessary, but to sometimes open up and show off what an awful mess the two of them were fighting over like nesting chicks on a cliff-side. Stacy was bemused by the entire encounter, never quite expecting herself to end up snogging a naked cheerleader in front of two of their long term educators. Yet, there was genuine passion in that kiss. The girl had wrapped arms around her head and hips and was squeezing and grinding their two unhindered forms together.

Stacy could feel the changing intensity and sudden shudder as her tongue wrestling companion was invaded from behind, and so wasn’t much surprised when she felt her own rear follow suit. The two of them stood entwined with each other, snogging out the internal energies as each of their own aggressive man-handlers drove up into soaking depths. Above them the men seemed to be having an avid conversation, as if the tangled pair of schoolgirls they were fucking was simply the staff-room water-cooler.

“She came to me the usual way… looking to improve her grades through some extra ‘tricks’, because my class was the only one she was flunking. Apparently there’s some fancy college she wants to get into that she needed a better average for… Only, they never seem to realise that once you start a new way of ‘studying’ you have to keep going with it to maintain that average! You might even find that that particular line of studies suits you a lot better than any others!”

Stacy felt Lydia tremble as the man impaling her punctuated a few of his points here by slamming himself harder against her asscheeks. The girl’s furiously swirling tongue only increased in desperate enthusiasm at these though, which told her everything she needed to know about their similarities.

“So, the funny thing is… while she’s been getting near perfect grades off me since our little deal started… all her other subjects are sinking down the drain!” Mr Gregory laughed jovially again, not cruelly, but loudly and clearly enjoying the irony of his toy’s predicament. Mr Chambers in turn, it would seem, was hooked in to the story.

“So, is she going to make it to that college do you think?”

Now the large geography teacher’s voice turned conspiratorial, winking across at his spindly companion.

“Oh, no… No little Liddy’s interests have changed since then… She’s got a bright future ahead of her, don’t you worry. I have an… arrangement with certain interested parties outside of the school. They like to keep someone like me in as many institutions as they can… as a sort of ‘talent scout’ so to speak… They spread as wide a net as possible, so as only to find the ‘best of the best’ out of each new, sprightly generation… Miss Hartlebry here could one day be the personal ‘attendant’ to some high-flying foreign prince or diplomat… a genuine Cindarella story… they love having genuine, homegrown American pets...”

Mr Chambers eyes glinted at this glimpse into a shadowy world he hadn’t even imagined lay so close.

“And do you think these… friends... of yours might be interested in Miss Lee too?!”

Stacy could actually feel the excitement the old man seemed to have at the thought of selling her off to some mysterious group of strangers. Feel it tingling through her rectum as he drove himself into her depths. It was certainly not a prospect she would ever let happen, certainly not at the hands of this creepy fuck… yet the fact that he was so openly discussing it over her head, while still ploughing in and out of her… well that sent delectable shivers of self-debasement up and down her spine. She wasn’t sure she believed all Mr Gregory’s spiel about friends in high places and secret organisations. Wasn’t sure Lydia did either, as the other girl continued to push back and forth in their endless wrestle of tongues and entwined bodies. But she could sense the excitement such ideas awoke in both of them, the electric tingle that jumped across both sets of skin. Thus she was actually a little hurt when Mr Gregory laughed and broke away, slapping Lydia ass hard as he poured several streaks of cum out onto it.

“Interested in Stacy? No.” He shook his head apologetically. “No she’s not the kind of girl they are interested in at all.”