Easy Amy 2

"One… Two… Three…"

Amy Haynes was doing pushups in her room. Repeat sets of 10 in her gray-pink sports bra. It did little to support her breasts and in fact made her task more of a challenge, threatening to spill her all-natural D cup tits over the carpet.

She kept her legs straight like she'd learned in Cheer Squad, her pale pink toes scrunched into the carpet.

The ex-cheerleader finished her third set, her focus still sharp when Greg Larkin barged into her room.

"You ready to go?"

He made himself at home, throwing his jacket and backpack onto her bed.

"I'm almost done. I just need to shower after this."

Amy continued her reps, but she quickly noticed something was off about him. His short brown hair spiked in several directions and he was wearing the same shirt she'd seen him wear the day before and the one before that.

Normally, Greg worked hard to maintain a decent appearance, but lately he seemed disinterested in such things. His obsession was eating him up.

The unkempt nerd dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and sat on her bed while Amy continued her set. She was his cumrag, but her workout would not be interrupted.

"Nine… Ten…" Amy said as she finished her 40th pushup.

She put her knees to the floor and was ready to stand when Greg stopped her.

"Don't move." He said with a grin in his voice. "Get back in that position."

Amy sighed, shaking her hands and planting them back on the floor. She straightened her legs out, giving Greg the jiggling view of her ass he was hoping for.

"Planking is next anyways."

Greg's cock twitched. He loved it when she lied.

He sat on the edge of her bed, staring down her bra and between her oversized handfuls. They were completely in his reach but he grabbed his cock instead, simply stroking the veiny pink prick standing proudly between his thighs.

"I think I'm just gonna jerk off on you today." He said.

"At least I won't have to touch it." Amy thought. She was starting to bare her teeth.

Greg quickly stroked himself, feeling some urgency from outside matters. He closely examined Amy's body, trusting his eyes to poinpint the minute details. From her golden blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and her flawless skin, to the sweat beading on her forehead and in her cleavage.

He saw her leg buckle for a moment, drawing his attention to her ass bouncing softly in her tight yoga pants. Her ass was eating the seam and Greg pictured her winking asshole deep within that tightly clenched valley of her cheeks.

Amy refused to cave before he finished. She knew he wanted to see her fall, but she wouldn't give. She steadied herself on her palms, causing her big tits to sway against the backs of her arms. One of her melons nearly jumped out of her bra, pink areola glistening with sweat.

"GGAAHH!" Greg came, sending hot white ropes of semen all over Amy's face and hair. He saw her wince and he managed a laugh while he panted.

Gooey hooking ropes of jizz splattered her pretty face, landing across her eyelid and cheek, while big white globs splattered in her loose bangs and peppered her scalp.

More than a few landed on the carpet between his feet, joining the growing community of crusty cumstains Amy would never be rid of.

Amy finally dropped her position, climbing to her feet and sputtering as several big strings dripped down her nose and over her mouth.

"Thank you, Master." She said, trying not to spit. It was part of their deal after all. "Now let me shower, and lets get out of here."

. . .

Greg and Amy pulled up to Wellsville High, both of them wishing they were anywhere but. After her shower, Amy had changed into a chest-squeezing pink top, denim shorts, and sneakers. She was sorry her outfit would go unappreciated.

It was a Saturday so the parking lot so there weren't a lot of cars

Amy recognized the old purple sedan that belonged to her friend-turned-enemy April Graves and sighed.

Greg parked near the football field, eliciting a forlorn look from Amy before they noticed the unfamiliar black mustang rocking side to side.

Amy had never seen the car before, but she recognized the tanned girl with the cherry red dye-job all too well.

If there was anyone she disliked more than April, it was Anita.

The promiscuous 19-year old bounced up and down in the back of the mustang with a pair of hands gripping her hips.

Her face was twisted in pleasure, her manicured fingers pressed against the roof, trying and failing to keep her head from bumping into it every time her partner thrust beneath her with a THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Their windows were rolled up, containing a voluminous amount of smoke Amy could only assume was marijuana.

She sneered with judgement.

While the pair went inside, Anita's honey brown jugs bounced wildly in a pink t-shirt with the words "Roscoe's Wetsuit" printed across the chest. Going braless was stretching out a perfectly good shirt.

"Nngh! Fuck!"

The Afro-latina girl felt her knees wobble as she came all over her favorite dealer's stiff black dick.

THUMP!

Her head hit the roof again as the dark-skinned man pumped his strong hips against hers and shoved himself deep inside of her pink pussy. Her apple-red low-tops kicked at her slim handbag on the floor and she wailed as he made her cum again.

"Ooo fuck yes, bitch!" The man yelled.

He kicked his legs against the door and roared as he blasted the highschool student's pussy with his virile seed.

Anita felt her pussy unconsciously squeeze around his dark chocolate dong, claiming every oily white rope that spurted from his deeply wedged mushroom head.

"Reggie! Fuck! Dude!" She dismounted his cock, frowning at him. "You're supposed to warn me before you do that. A baby ain't worth no bag of weed!"

Anita pulled her denim shorts on, while the cocky dealer simply laid back and wiped his forehead free of sweat.

"Whatever. You got your shit, now fuck off."

His cock was still rock hard, dribbling precum down the inside of his hairy leg.

She grabbed a small baggy full of ground up weed from his backseat floor and stuffed it into her handbag.

Anita was almost out the door when Reggie lifted his head.

"Hold up, you're on birth control, right?"

She raised her eyebrows at him.

"You better hope so."

She slammed his door shut and headed into school.

. . .

Amy quickly detached from Greg once they were inside the school. She didn't want to spend any more time with him than was absolutely necessary. Wanting to check her face for any cum she might have missed, she headed for the Girls Bathroom.

She was still processing the parking lot scene when she heard the telltale gags of a girl deepthroating a cock that was most likely too large.

"HUUURRKK!" The girl retched and Amy heard a heavy splash.

Only one stall was closed and Amy could see a pair of black lace-up platform boots and fishnet stockings from under the door, kicking the tiled floor and confirming that April Graves was kneeling for some donkey-donged student.

Amy folded her arms and waited.

Hearing anything besides her own gargled chokes was difficult for April while her head was dribbled between the pasty white thighs of McClurg. The slimy sounds echoed in the stall and in the cavernous toilet bowl catching the gouts of slimy cum and saliva dredged up from her throat.

"HRKK!HRK!HRK!" The goth gagged, holding onto his legs with her colorful fingerless gloves. The purple and black stripes were McClurg's favorite.

Her black tank top was matted with drool and cockslime and McClurg had almost considered getting her a bib for future outings.

Not once did he stop dribbling her face against his hairy pubes, her straight lavender-dyed hair flopping like a mop.

She was completely unaware that anyone else was in there and McClurg was too involved with his quickly approaching orgasm to pay attention to the pink-laced sneakers that appeared outside the stall.

"I'm gonna cum." He said in his monotonous and slow voice.

"MMM-NN-CCkk…" April wanted to pull away, but his heavy hands kept her in place.

Her throat was roughly plugged by his oversized dong and after several cum-spewing busts her eyes rolled back to the whites behind twitching eyelids.

She'd been at this for fifteen minutes now, and the rare breaths she had been allowed had completely run out.

"Ooooonnng!" McClurg groaned as he splattered her throat with his pudding-thick load of jizz.

The heels of his shoes squeaked on the floor while his body trembled and shook until he finally relaxed and pulled his hands away from her lavender hair. His cock undocked from her throat in a terribly lewd mess.

"KKLLURRRGG!" April puked his salty seed into the toilet.

"So good…" He moaned in his low voice.

Her lungs were for air, her belly full of McClurg's nut, and it was all she could do not to dunk her face in as he awkwardly dismounted the toilet.

McClurg didn't bother with toilet paper, he simply pulled up his pants and stepped around April, letting her drape her head on the warm seat.

It wasn't his intention to be rude, he simply failed to understand the social awkwardness of the situation.

"Thanks, April. I hope I didn't go too hard this time." He said.

"N-no…" April whispered. She could feel more of his cum traveling up her sore throat.

"You're totally fine, Bert-HHUUURRK!" She vomited again.

The toilet water swirled as it became a soupy sludge.

McClurg opened the stall door, bumping into Amy's tits. She fell back as the oaf lumbered out embarrassingly.

"Sorry, Amy."

He rushed out of the bathroom.

The blonde ignored him, focusing on her former friend spilling more than a few cups of jizz into the toilet.

"Hey, skank. Wait- Did you just call him 'Bert'? I thought his name was Jayden."

The busty goth teen craned her neck uncomfortably to glare at her rival. Her pale white cheek was still pressed against the seat, mascara running down in a flimsy trail.

"Shows…" April gently bit her bottom lip, slurping up threads of cum dangling from her mouth and into the cloudy water below. "…what you know."

Amy shrugged. "I know that you're a backstabbing whore and a stupid bitch. What else is there?"

April flipped her the bird, but her hand fell weakly.

"Well, anyways, I'll see you in Killerby's office. Ta-ta."

She shut the door on April, leaving her to tenderly massage her bruised knees through her fishnets.

. . .

It was five minutes past ten and Amy, Anita, and April sat outside of Principal Killerby's office, waiting for him to greet them.

Amy sat prim and proper with her tits jutting out from her chest.

Anita slouched, pouting and bored.

April curled up in her seat, holding her tummy and staring at the floor.

"Yo, if this dude doesn't hurry up, I'm out of here." Anita said.

"We know." Amy said. "You're so cool."

Sparks of anger flashed between the two, but then they heard the sounds of Principal Killerby grunting in a low voice.

There was a sound and April gagged out of sympathy.

Moments later a woman with brown hair in a tight bun stepped out of the office in a sleeveless yellow blouse and jeans. She was clearly in her early 30's but the slight sag in her DD tits was enough to get any man riled up.

"Principal Killerby will see you now." She said, buttoning up her top and clearing her throat.

Anita held her gut and laughed. "Damn, Ms. Summers. You went from teaching English to giving suckjobs. You're a true inspiration for teenage girls everywhere."

Ms. Summers flinched, but she took a deep breath and straightened her pink sun-tinged shoulders.

"Just get inside. You've still got hours of detention ahead of you."

The girls headed into the Principal's office to find the chubby pink man zipping up his pants from behind his desk. A black trashcan in the corner was stuffed full of crumpled tissues.

A nameplate announced him as: Principal Ian Killerby.

He folded his chubby pink hands together and placed them on the desk.

"Sorry for the delay, girls. I know you've got a long day ahead."

The girls didn't say anything.

"Now I'm not going to bother repeating your punishment to you. The three of you know why you're here."

There was a click as Ms. Summers shut the door behind them.

Killerby's cheeks were flushed pink, sagging like the Droopy cartoons Amy and April used to watch as little kids.

"For the sake of fairness, I would like to give each of you the chance to speak and share with me your perspective on this situation. I'm not sure how or why the field trip to Willy White's World of Wonder turned into such a disaster two weeks ago, but you three seem to be at the center of it all, and I'd like to hear the story from you."

Amy was about to say something, but then she remembered Mr. Larkin and what was at stake for her if she blew the whistle on him.

"I promise, you won't be punished for anything else. Just tell me what happened." Killerby said.

Anita sighed and rolled her eyes.

April looked pale.

"Well… which one of you wants to start?" Killerby asked.