Stealing what was given

Stacy burst out of the stall with all the pent up, horny energy a teenage nymphomaniac could possibly muster. She was on Lydia and pushing her back against the sinks before the cheerleader could do much more than turn around and blink. Her arms tangled around the back of the other girl’s head and pulled their faces together. Her mouth found its opposite and latched on, pushing an exploratory tongue straight on inside. Lydia opened up to this as if on instinct, the submissive streak that had been honed within her by months of diligent training kicking in despite any amount of surprise. Her hands rose half-trembling to defend herself from this onslaught, but ended up just latching subconsciously onto the covered pair of breasts pressing against her. Unable to resist being pulled into the moment and that soft, churning lump of muscle exploring the inside of her cheeks. She almost let it go on for a full 30 seconds before her mind seemed to catch up… and what had been stolen from her dawned. With a heave, she pushed the phantom snogger back. Screaming from her breathless lungs.

“Stacy?! What the fuck?! You...”

Stacy backed off from her target with a wicked grin. Licking a certain, salty taste from her lips. She had been right… Mr Gregory had been playing that game again, with his servile little human project. Lydia reached a finger up to probe disbelieving between her own lips... before biting down on it in nervous horror.

“Y-you swallowed h-his… Do you know what you’ve done?!”

Stacy knew exactly what she’d done. She’d gained the upper hand in their little submissive rivalry as extra-extra obedient teacher’s pets. She knew very well just how far Lydia would go to avoid her master’s displeasure. Which opened up all sorts of fun opportunities.

“Mmmm… half-day-old cum… I bet he made you get here an hour early just so you could earn that…” The victim of so many prior acts of bullying teased, relishing the chance to be on the other side of such a power-balance.

Lydia slapped her, square across the face. Then followed it up with a barrage of much more pathetic blows, more venting distress and frustration than actually trying to do any damage. The source of her dismay had to grab her wrists and hold them, in order to stop the endless storm. Her cheek began to sting fiercely… but she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. The aim wasn’t just to torture this pretty human plaything.

“Calm down! What if I told you I could get you another mouthful of white stuff, right here and now? He’d never know the difference right?! Seems like a win-win for both of us…”

Lydia let her arms fall loose in this assailant’s grip, the ruse becoming obvious now. She seethed with fury over being caught out and tricked like this… but the cards were all in Stacy’s hand. There was no way she was going back to Mr Gregory empty-tongued. He had entrusted her with that precious load of his man-cream. She couldn’t bare to see the look of disappointment on his face if she had to tell him she’d lost it to some two-bit slut in a bathroom. Though the inevitable punishment barely fazed her at all.

“Fine.” She answered, flatly and coldly. “Who do I have to suck on?”

Stacy beamed. This had been even easier than she could possibly imagine. The idea of giving a little treat to her boys and putting this prissy, young cocksleeve in her place made her all kinds of wet around the panties. She was beginning to understand why their teachers loved messing with them so much.

Out toward their classrooms… the text went out: “Who wants to get a blowjob from a cheerleader?”