"Hey, Linda," John Williams yelled. Linda stopped in the hallway long enough for her boyfriend to catch up with her. She liked having people see them together in school. John was so tall and handsome, and his dark hair was a vivid contrast to her golden curls. She knew it made them look good together.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I thought you might want to grab a hamburger this afternoon before you go home," he said.
"I thought you had football practice," she said.
"Coach called it off. He thinks we're good enough already."
He laughed and Linda knew it was because their team wasn't doing all that well. John was great, but some of the others were not that talented.
"How about it?" John asked.
"I can't," Linda answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You know, I almost failed that math exam last week. I've got to talk to one of the math teachers about it."
"Yeah," John said. "And you know what they'll say. It's a good bet that you'll have to resign from the cheerleading squad if you don't bring your grades up. It's the same shit every time."
"I know," Linda said. "But you know the rules. You have to talk to the department if your grades start to fall below average. It's just that math gives me so much trouble."
"Maybe they'll suggest a tutor or something like that?"
"Maybe," Linda answered.
John gave her a kiss on the cheek and then hurried to join some of his football buddies. It was hard to believe how much she'd changed in the past few weeks. Her father had only fucked her twice, and they'd had no more opportunities to get together. Her mother seemed to always be around.
But every time she looked at him, she could feel the fires burning in her belly. It was getting really bad. She had found herself looking at the boys in school, especially John. If John knew how horny she was, he'd probably drag her into the boiler room or something. Perhaps it was a good thing he didn't.
Linda knocked on the door of the small room that was the math department office. A male voice told her to come in. She opened the door and went inside. She had been hoping to find her teacher, but instead she saw that it was Mr. Wilson.
She blushed when she remembered Mr. Wilson's wife. His beautiful redheaded wife had been getting fucked by her father. She wondered if he had any idea. She decided he didn't. He wasn't the type of man who would suspect his wife of anything like that.
"You're Linda Thompson," he said.
"Yes," she answered, surprised that she knew her. "I was hoping to find Mr. Parish."
"He's already gone home for the day," Mr. Wilson said. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I guess not," she said. "I just stopped by to talk about my grades."
"Oh yes," Mr. Wilson said. "You're the young lady on the cheerleading squad who flunked the last test in math."
"Yes," she said.
"We have been talking about that," he said. "You know, your doing badly puts us between a rock and the hard place. You're an exceptional young woman, Linda. You do well in everything else. But the problem is that we can't make exceptions."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to suggest that you drop the cheerleading, and the other clubs YOU belong to, at least until your grades in math get high again."
She looked at him in horror. John had laughingly suggested that they might make her quit cheerleading. She had even thought they might suggest that she miss a game. But to drop it completely. And to drop the rest of her clubs. Her high school was a very social place. And most of the kids were snobbish. Linda had even been guilty of snubbing people who didn't belong to the clubs.
She knew what kinds of things would be said about her if she dropped everything.
She wasn't even sure about John. He dated only the prettiest and most popular girls in school. He might not be interested in her if she wasn't so popular anymore.
"I don't understand," she said. "You can't kick me out just because I failed one test."
"Certainly we can," Mr. Wilson said. She still didn't understand. There was something cruel in Mr. Wilson's face. It was as if he were actually enjoying telling her this. She had never done anything to him.
"But other girls have done poorly on tests and they haven't been kicked off the squads. Maybe I could just miss a couple of games or something."
"Yours is a very special case," he said, almost smiling. "We're going to have to make an example out of you."
Perhaps it was just because she was young, but this seemed like the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't stop a few tears from staining her cheeks.
"Please, Mr. Wilson," she said. "Don't do this. I can stay after school. I'll study harder. Please just give me another chance."
"I don't think so," he said. "But you don't understand," she said. "Oh, I do understand," he said. "Better than you think. Right now you're the prettiest and most popular girl in school. But what happens when it gets around that you're too stupid to keep your grades up. The kids know you don't get treated like this unless you do something really wrong. They'll turn on you, Linda. They've been waiting for the chance. They'll laugh at you. And things will never be the same again. I understand perfectly."
Craig Wilson leaned back in his chair. He was laughing inside. He had been a teacher for seventeen years and he'd always been fair and honest. He'd never done anything like this before. But he had never known such hatred before. He knew it wasn't the girl's fault, but it was the only way he could strike back at his cheating wife and Linda's father.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"I want you to know how bad it could be if I pushed it," Craig said. "But maybe it doesn't have to happen."
He saw the sudden light in her face. She was jumping at straws. Well, he was going to make her jump a long fucking ways. He was going to own her pretty little ass before he was done.
"You know I'll do anything," she said. "Good," Craig said. "Then maybe you'd better know something. I sent Parish home. I wanted to talk to you. Do you know why?"
"No," she answered.
"Because I followed my wife the other night. I saw her with your father. I was there when he let her out at the bus stop. I've never been so sick and crazy. I followed your father home. I was going to kill him, I think. I walked into the studio and I saw the two of you. You never saw me. I left in a hurry."
"Oh no," she said softly.
"That's right," Craig said, "And now you know what you can do to change my mind. It's a fine way of paying back your father. It's up to you."
He watched her making up her mind. He knew she was confused and scared and that she was thinking about all the things he had told her. She didn't take long. Being popular wouldn't have been that important with Craig, but he had understood Linda perfectly. Being popular was everything to her.
"Lock the door," Craig told her.
She was wearing her cheerleading outfit. He wished she'd had on hose and high heels, but it really didn't matter. She was going to be naked pretty soon. She turned and locked the door. He could see the wiggle of her asscheeks. She had a determined look on her face when she turned back around. He knew she'd decided to go along with him.
"What are you waiting on, cunt?" he asked. "You know what I want you to do."
She nodded. She peeled out of her fluffy sweater. She was wearing a small black bra that didn't completely hold her big tits. Craig's first thought was that her tits were much better looking than his wife's. They were bigger and firmer looking. He licked his lips.
"The rest of it," he said.
He could feel his prick getting swollen as he watched her. She unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs. She stepped out of it. She had on nothing but her bra, panties, and those long white socks that the cheerleaders wore.
"Everything," Craig demanded. "Hurry up, damn it. I don't have all fucking day!"
She hurriedly stripped her socks and shoes off. She stood back up and reached behind her. She unhooked her bra and let her big tits burst out. He gasped. They were even bigger looking when the bra was off. He could see those hot pink nipples already getting hard. She wasn't wasting any time. She was sliding her panties down and kicking them off. He could hear her breathing heavily and realized she was getting a little turned on by what was happening.
"Turn around," he said. "You are fucking gorgeous."
She turned for him. He made her bend over so he could see her ass pointing at him. It was hard to believe that a youngster could be as well-built as Linda. Craig felt his cock trying to burst out of his trousers.
"All right, baby," he said. "Come on over here. You know what to do with a cock."
She was blushing, but he noticed that she wasn't hesitating. She came right to him and knelt on the carpet. Her fingers lightly stroked the outline of his massive bulge. He heard her moan softly.
Her fingertips found his zipper and tugged it open. Her small hand slid inside the opening. His cock was bunched in his shorts, and she had trouble getting hold of it. He finally had pity for her. He stood up and pulled his belt off. He unhooked his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. His shorts followed. He sat back down.
He saw her looking at his massive cock and balls and licking her lips. Maybe she hadn't liked the idea a few moments before, but he was sure she was beginning to like it better and better. She moved her hand up his thighs and started caressing his balls. He felt her hot little fingers wrapped around the base of his prick. She moved her hand up and down and he almost blew his wad right then – her hand felt so soft and hot.
He put his hands in her hair. It didn't take much to get her head down. Then her lips locked around the head of his cock and he knew he'd never felt anything so good.
His wife sucked his cock, but she always acted disgusted by it. There had been only one other woman in his life, and she wouldn't suck, only lick and kiss.
Neither of those women could compare to Linda. Her mouth was like hot liquid. It seemed to surround his cock and he could feel every inch going down her throat. He looked down in surprise. He could see her red lips opened wide. She pulled her head back and he could see her saliva dripping.
"Damn," he groaned. "Damn, that's the way to suck cock. Shit, somebody's been teaching you good."
Craig couldn't have understood that it didn't matter who's cock Linda held inside her mouth. Sucking cock turned her on. She was already squirming with desire as she bobbed her head up and down. She could feel her pussy dripping juice on her thighs.
Craig tightened his hands in her hair as he realized that he was leaking some of his thick cock jism into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind that. She only sucked harder. He could hear her swallowing. He could feel her fingers slowly squeezing and releasing his cum-filled balls.
He jerked her head away as he felt the pressure in his balls. He would have liked to come in her mouth. Yet he couldn't help but want to feel his cock inside that young pussy. He stood up and finished stripping off his clothes.
"You little bitch," he told her. "I'm going to get back at your father for what he did. I'm going to come on your face and in your mouth one of these days. But right now I want that sweet pussy."
"Where do you want me?" Linda asked.
Linda was as hot for it as he was. She had thought only her father could get her so excited. Now she understood that it could really be any man with a cock. Just the smell of cum made her quiver all over.
"Bend over my desk," he told her. "I'm going to fuck you from behind. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. I'm going to wear your hot little ass out!"
He was hurriedly knocking all the stuff off his desk. He cleared a spot where she could stretch across it. She didn't like the idea of fucking like this, but one look at his face told her it was going to be his way.
She bent over the desk and pressed her titties against the cool wood. Immediately she felt his hands going around her. He lifted her titties off the desk and began squeezing them. She could feel her hard pink nipples brushing his palms.
"Fucking big tits," Craig said. "I've always liked your big tits!"
He squeezed harder. She felt herself pushing her ass back against him. She felt his cock between her shapely asscheeks. She started wiggling her ass against him. There was something exciting about feeling his stiff prick against her. He was pushing against her and leaving little drops of his wet cum on her asscheeks.
He bent down and she felt him sucking on her neck. Suddenly he bit her on the neck like an animal. She realized that this was exactly how he was going to treat her like an animal. He was going to be savage.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Put your cock inside me and fuck me. Please. It feels so good!"
"That's the way I want you, bitch," he said. "I want you begging for my big prick. I want to hear you beg!"
"Then I'm begging you," she moaned. "I'm begging you for your big cock. I want you to fuck my pussy!"
She realized that anyone could have heard her loud voice if they'd been passing outside. She didn't care. All she could think about was how good his big prick was going to feel. She knew she was acting like a cunt, but that didn't seem to matter.
She knew it was exactly how he wanted her to act.
She felt him changing position. She felt his huge cockhead pressed against her pussy hole from behind. He gave a hard, thrust and she felt his thick prick stabbing into her cunt. His prick was not as big as her father's, but it filled her. She felt him pull back and then stab deep into her cunt a second time.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "That's what you wanted. You wanted to fuck me. Now fuck me hard!"
He started to ram her cunt. He had lost control and she didn't mind that. She could feel his hands squeezing her titties even more roughly as he thrust his big cock into her steamy cunt.
"That's what I want," she gasped. "Oh yes, give it to me like that!"
He wasn't being slow anymore. He was using his prick like a battering ram as he almost drove her into the desk with every stroke. She could feel his rough cockhead splitting apart her cunt lips with every savage stroke.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift with the delicious feelings. His cock felt so hard slamming into her. She liked the feel of his balls slapping against her with every stroke. They felt so heavy and cum-filled.
She could feel his cock getting thicker and she didn't want to be left behind. She knew he wasn't the kind of cocksman her father was he didn't have the experience to keep from coming until she did. Besides, he was too excited at getting hold of young pussy.
She let herself go with wild pushes back against his cock. She really got his cock deep, and felt the first of her juices flooding his cock.
"I'm coming," she screamed. "Oh yes, you know how to fuck me. You know how to use your big cock. Use it on me, baby! You're making me come! You're making me fucking come!"
She screamed again as savage spasms shook her body. She pressed herself a little closer to the desk and rubbed her tits against his hands. She hadn't thought she would, but she was enjoying getting fucked like this.
"I'm going to shoot it in your face, bitch," Craig said. "I'm going to shoot it in your face, just like your father did to my wife!"
Craig pulled his cock out of her pussy. She didn't have to be told. She turned around and he forced her down to her knees. He grabbed her by her hair and made her lift her face up to his cock.
"Now lick and jerk it off until I come in your face, you cunt," he said. "Do it!"
She wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock and she immediately knew she wasn't going to have to play with it long. She could already feel the thick throbbing and knew it wouldn't be long before he started coming.
"Sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet fucking bitch! Oh shit, I'm going to shoot my wad! I'm going to shoot my fucking wad! Oh shit, you bitch! You bitch!"
She felt a few drops hit her cheeks and she closed her eyes. Then she felt the shower of his cum splashing against her face and cheeks. She kept her hand on his prick and kept working her head up and down to milk every drop. She felt as though she had taken a bath in his cum when she finally milked the last drop.
"You stupid bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to love having you around!"
He wiped his cock off in her hair and then started dressing. She knew she had been dismissed until the next time. She picked up I her panties and tried to wipe off her face and hair. Her hair felt sticky, and she knew she hadn't done a good job. She hoped she didn't I meet any one she knew on her way home.