Polemonium caeruleum John Paul Jones here again, your slattern muse continues her memoirs

In my last visit I described to you the method acting in which, Faith, Hope and myself managed to regain our purity roll positions without having to take even once. As you might feature guessed from the former chapters in this long saga it might experience involved with a cock in me. care not, dear readers, you are absolutely compensate

Big pap and blonde hair will get you far in school day I discovered with my popularity, but triple teaming your teacher with a pile of nubile teen bod will almost always come after. We were now fucking Mr Halston ( from our last chapter ) the English teacher, Mr Kowalski from the Math department and Mr chow for interpersonal chemistry. All we asked for this rotation of spunking in stripling pussy were straight A's on our story cards. They were quite agreeable to it.

None of them of course of instruction knew about the others, each had to feel like they were the master copy of the universe. Men fucking around behind their wives always need to feel this way, the male person ego is such a fragile affair. That's why I prefer one men who like to fuck a lot, they're using us and we're suing them. Leave the emotional clinginess with your married woman or girlfriends

We also slowed down our early exploit, but not to the full stop I still wasn't getting laid regularly. It was down to 3 to 4 multiplication a week as opposed to every 1 day. I was catching up on preparation in stratum I didn't have trouble with, my vigour for cheerleading was back to convention, and I wasn't so cranky around Chet my fellow anymore.

Momma had to explain it to me, that adult female often go through a"strumpet"stage when they first discover their sexuality. It can happen at any age and not just because I was a virgin just a little over half a year ago. She told me eventualy people settle down and either move past it, or go on to quality Sir Thomas More then quantity. I had to consort with her, I cleaved to the partners and experiences I loved and avoided just random screwing around. And to top it off, we had this discussion as Marcus'cum was dring on our faces after he blew a load on us during what had become ongoing threesomes with Momma's beau.

My wondrous boyfriend Chet was unaware of our reverse-gangbangs of teachers and I had no intention on telling him. Yes, Chet the high-school teen dream was my mystical cuckold, but fucking the instructor was more like business to me then the fun I normally made Chet lick out of me. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy the sex, I just recognized this as prostitution plain and simple, thankfully it was done with respectfulness

Of all the teachers we were fucking individually one or twice a month after schooling, Mr Halston was our favourite. He had the most stamina, the biggest prick and could eat pussy like a Lesbian. We had never met a gay woman, but we knew he was better then us at it, and we were gals that loved muff diving. That and Hope and I would make him recite sonnets when he was fucking us. doggy style

But all good things come to an end and it was late in the year when it did. And it did cum in our end, but that's getting ahead of ourselves at the moment.

It was the beginning of May and this was to be the last time we fucked a instructor this class, so we saved our favourite Mr Halston for live on. He would ease up us this final examination class and then we were on our own for the end of year exams.We were studying solidly for those, so I was secure we could exert an A average, at worst slip to a B+

We were in a semicircle as a death gift to him we were letting him open us a facial all over our stripling faces. He was spunking his load on our faces, Hope the cum whore trying to hog it all when the Book of Revelation salvo through the classroom door. We all turned our promontory to the allegedly lock in door and I got kindling in my eye as a result. It burns like a beef I tell you.


Standing there was the woman everyone in school day affectionately called"The Dragon dame ”, Vice-Principal Gordon. She was all of five-foot-four, an entire inch taller than me but she terrified the fuck out of everyone she crossed. Our hears sank immediately into the floor. And Mr Halstons tinder political machine instantly became a hobble noodle.

She had curt cropped steel greyness haircloth, piercing blue eyes and strong Germanic lineament. The running jape was that she was Nazi super soldier which wasn't put into production at the end of the Second World War, but she was still scary. She always dressed severely too, sharp horn rimmed glasses, even sharper pressed dress-suits all in gunship greyness or in black. This was niggling unlike except she was in her Nazi leather long coat this metre. cunt

"Mr Halston, tie-up by the door ”, she hissed at our teacher.

He was blanched as a ghost and trembled quickly through getting dressed, shooting pock feel at us and her. prototype of divorcement papers, ending poster and a yearn prison sentence dancing in his capitulum no doubt.



I decided to play up a recollective lost accomplishment I developed on my good for nix father that always worked. I opened my centre broad and trembled my lip deliberately, my right wounded Bambi look that always melted adults into being wrapped around my finger

"Vice-Principal Gordon, I can excuse -- - ”, I said in my trump little girl voice


"Save it slut ”, she barked at me

That took me by surprise. I had been called fornicatress by a womanhood before, but usually only after her and I had swapped cum or I had eaten a load of jizz from out of her ass. That was playful, this was mean value. She was out for blood.I gulped deeply and audibly..

religion was getting to her feet, her hot Irish people blood flowing at her ally being insulted ; but frailty school principal Gordon shot her a tone that would freeze a bullet train in mid flight. Hope just covered her face in her hands, hating any kind of intense confrontation.

"For the hold out 4 calendar month you three niggling hussies have been treating this fine school as your own personal whorehouse ”, she said starting to yard in front of us

She continued as she slowly marched,"Sucking boys off behind the bleachers, screwing in the parking lot, running gear by the football team in the building web site, and now this trading your teenage whore ass to teachers for tier"

This was not honorable, in fact it was horrible. She knew everything we had been up to at schoolhouse this yr. Stupid boys just had to brag didn't they, at to the lowest degree that has always been my hunch between now and then. In any event, our jig was finally up it seemed.

"I should expel the three of you right on the position ”, she hissed

"Oh god no ”, Hope whimpered behind her manus

"And fire your pedophile ass on the spot,"she snarled at Mr Halston.

"Please Vice Principal, don't expel us ”, I began crying

"And just why shouldn't I, you blonde bimbo ?"

Just as I was about to split into a flood of tears at the sentiment of being a teenage dropout, trust's business signified jumped in the way of that oncoming string

"Please frailty Principal Gordon, is there anything we can do to draw this up ? ”, organized religion tried desperately looking for an angle


‘ So, you vant to make a deal, ja ?"our Vice Principal said, her German language accent finally coming out

Great, the stories were mighty, she was a national socialist super soldier.

"Yes ma'am ”, I said choking back weeping,"we'll do anything you want."

Our Aryan super-soldier frailty Principal stopped pacing and turned and stepped up to me. She took me gently by the chin and tilted my psyche up to hers and to operate on me with her cold blade eyes.

"Anything ? ”, she said with just the hint of malice

I forced back the onset tears,"Anything."

"Gut. Very very gut. ”, she smiled at me with the gustation of immorality and let go of my head.

She stepped away from me and folded her arms across her chest, still looking very much like an SS officer in her leather long coat.

"On your feet tramps and stoop over your teacher desk"she told us

We nervously looked at each other, trying to estimate out with one another what was going to materialize next. Even Hope had taken her hands off her face now. Her eyes were reddened and she looked even more frighten than how I felt.

"Now ! ”, Vice Principal Gordon commanded in a timbre we had never heard before

We obediently got up and turned around and bent over Mr Halston's nearby desk. I was in the heart, with Faith and Hope on my left and right hand respectively. We looked nervously at each former and I bit my lip as I tend to. To be fairly, Faith was more angry then scared, you could differentiate by her gritted teeth. I don't think Faith has ever been scared of anyone.

We heard her clop up behind us, probably in Nazi flush I figured. I looked back over my shoulder for a second, to see what she was up to.

"oculus forward bitch ! ”, she snarled

"Yes ma'am ! ”, I replied looking forward

"Eyes forward until I say otherwise, do you three jade understand ?"


"Yes ma'am ”, the three of us murmured meekly.

That was when I felt something hard and flat and poise being dragged across my bare ass cheeks. Jesus H Christ ! She had a god damned paddle ! This was just getting speculative and worse. It was a girls in prison house movie come to life

"Louder tramps !"

"Yes ma'am ”, the three of us said keeping our eyes now locked onto the blackboard and some truly mindless Federal Reserve note on Shakspere who had been 400 years too late to save us now.She continued walking behind us gently dragging her paddle across our bare buttocks as she paced up and down behind us..

"Very gut. Very gut indeed"

She stopped behind me and I felt her manus grip my ass, my head moving up in surpise, but still not turning around. She then did the same to the other two cohorts of mine. It was if she was inspecting heart and soul, which was what I was truly beginning to reckon I was under her eyes.

"Such fantastic teen arsche, all the piece of tail and sucking, ja ?"

She clearly was seeking an answer from us because suddenly there was a whooshing and the paddle came firmly down on my tail and I let out a yelp. It took only seconds but I heard the woosh and sapidity on chassis as our German Nazi vice-principal treated trust and Leslie Townes Hope to the Same damn handling. And they both let out their own several screeches.

"Answer me ! ”, she commanded

"Yes ma'am ! ”, we cried out.

"Gut huren"

I didn't know what ‘ huren'meant, but I was pretty sure enough I didn't like it

"Every time I ask you a interrogative, you vill serve it, understand huren ?

"Yes ma'am"we answered, Hope and I were crying again at this gunpoint


"And just to demo you I am serious"

And down came the paddle firmly on my early butt face. I felt as though my ass must be glowing as red as an ember by this point.. My redheaded friend and boor compatriot received the same treatment..


The worst component was that she didn't block. Our Vice head really went to townsfolk with her wooden plank. She swung hard and mercilessly on our bent over bum. It was hard and rapid on us all. These weren't small love life taps.She was full on walloping our behind with unfluctuating swings.All three of us were crying at the sheer abuse that our gluteous mazimus'were receiving.

"Ms. Gordon, is this really necessary ? ”, Halston meekly tried speaking up.

frailty Principal Gordon stopped her hammering of our butts long enough to flap the paddle at him.

"You have three choice Mr Halston ; tender your resignation, keep your lip shut, or bend over and waitress your turn ”, she said in a flavour that tolerated no questioning.

Mr Halston chose neither unemployment or showing solidarity with his little serail. To be fair, if I was given his choice he did, I easily would have chosen secrecy as well.

"Tyrone, would you please come in and fasten untested Ms Daniel Jones ”, the Nazi said seemily sated from beating our bums.
I heard the door opened and whom I assumed was Tyrone the school custodian enter the room. I didn't dare turn my head and expression, fearing another troll of paddling. Nor did I effort to even to calculate in any direction other then forward. I could listen Faith and Leslie Townes Hope whimpering to either side of me.

As Tyrone stepped in movement of me, religious belief and promise were pulled back and off the desk by their hair, both screeched and were pulled away by Vice principal Gordon. Tyrone bend down in front of me, and I tried imploring the old black janitor with my oculus to not do what he did succeeding. He took my paw and stick them together behind my back at the wrists.

Faith and Hope were forced to their knees just to the slope where Mr Halston stood in the corner. Their eyes were red from snag, promise's make-up was making her expression like a racoon. Old Tyrone took some more lengths of rope from his coveralls and tied Leslie Townes Hope and faith's hands behind them as well.

That's when frailty Principal Gordon took of her long coat and stepped in front of me. I knew I was in shucks when I saw what she was wearing under her"nazi uniform"it was worse, far worse. She was in a black leather bustier, second joint gamey leather boots and covering her privates was a duncish long black strap-on she had strapped to her leg.

"Now all you small huren are going to see vhat ve do with slovenly woman in my schoolhouse ”, she said slapping my human face with her *cock* a mates metre

She gripped religion by he hair and pulled her away to around behind me.

"Come my rothaarige huren, you must get me prepared “, she said dragging religious belief behind me

In here and now I heard gagging sounds right behind me, comrade ones too. It was the classifiable speech sound of Faith being facefucked, I had heard it in enough group scenes over the last near year with her to recognize it when I heard it.

"Tyrone, stick your big drecksneger cock down Charity's pharynx ”, frailty Principal Gordon said offhandedly.

"With pleasure ma'am ”, the old man smile

It took all of a yoke seconds for the old man to unzip his coveralls. For an old guy he sure was packing a lot of core. Not that I had a prospect to arrest it out very long as Tyrone very quickly shoved his tool into my mouth. He gripped the vertebral column of my headway and without any boost aplomb proceeded to fuck my mouth as thought it were just another muddle for him.

I tried salivating a bit so that he wouldn't choke me completely and could lube him up, and as I did so I heard vice Principal behind me

"That's beneficial enough for now slut, and Loretta Young Ms Jenkins, start sucking your teachers cock like the adulteress you are"

I looked out of the quoin of my eye and saw where Leslie Townes Hope was kneeling by Mr Halston. She tearfully and obediently opened her oral fissure and Mr Halston reluctantly pulled out his limp shaft and fed it to Hope. That's when I felt person's nerve pressed to my crotch from behind, like they were literally having my face showed into my second side.

"starting licking your whore-sister's arsche and fotze,"she commanded Faith

And puzzle out my"arsche"and"fotze"she did. Luckily we had been in this position before many prison term already and she knew how to reach my bit even from a forced slant. I guess if we were end for a molestation, we might as well try to make it easier on each other. She slurped her way up and down, tonguing my light bunghole too as instructed.

Her font was pushed further down and then I felt a big dollop of sit dip onto my back entrance. In a distich seconds later I could feel the head of the fat black latex strap-on pressed against my anus.Vice Principal gave out a short laugh and without anything remotely resembling gentleness, showed her *dick* into me.

I all but howled in anguish as she anallly ravaged me, but I couldn't do anything but make foul gurgling audio around Old Tyrone's big black peter in my mouth. And picking up on my cues of discomfort, our Nazi Bitch started really ramming into me.

As VP Gordon anally punished me, Old Tyrone had gripped me by the back of the head and was thrusting his big pitch-black dick further and further down my pharynx. I couldn't do anything to defy or set my own stride. Tyrone barely gave a shit if I could breath, maybe pulling out enough for me to gasp a breathing spell every 30 endorsement or so. Drool was pooling down my chin and dripping onto the story, it was so bad I had not dribbling out of my nose.

The worst part was the despite my throat ravishing, I'm also a big anal retentive trollop. The anal ramming I was getting, though incredibly painful was stretching my face right out, coupled with Faith's thrashing of my bozo and occasional clit tonguings ( you try doing better from that angle ), I was well un my way too cumming

I tried holding it back, but my legs started trembling the way they often do when I climax, and VP Gordon took noticed. She leaned over on top of me, pressing her consistency exercising weight into me. She grabbed my hairsbreadth in one handful and twisted a surd nipple of mine in the other.

"Cum for me you footling whore ”, she barked in my ear.

And damned if I didn't cum as commanded, the submissive in me came out to diddle so it seemed. I had never been dominated before, and this was far from consensual, but I couldn't assistance but get off on it.

And just as I was finished cumming, I could experience Old Tyrone's lance beging to expand in me.

"donjon his cum in your mouth huren"she ordered


He dumped salvo after fusillade into my sass, and had to oppose my urge to swallow as I usually do

Nazi Bitch laughed at my tinder mortification and then wrenched her *cock* out of me. I felt like s he had been ramming a long in me without any lubricating substance. My ass hurt like it was on fire. She gripped by fuzz and pulled me off the desk. She pulled me across the room and dumped me down beside Hope.

She then pulled Hope away from sucking Mr Halston's hawkshaw. She actually whimpered a bit at that too being the oral fiend she is. nazi kick then pulled her to where over to where religion was kneeling at the edge of the desk. She then gripped Faith and pushed her over the desk and placed Hope between her ramification where Faith had been eating me

"Mr Halston, fuck her throat and cum all her slutty face when you're done"

Mr Halston began pushing his hawkshaw between Hope's lips, but I was soon obscured by Old Tyrone who was now shoving his one-half grueling cock between my mammilla. The unsportsmanlike old bastard would spit between my tits and occasionally stroke himself for lube.

"I said ass her throat Mr Halston, or do you not require a job come Monday break of the day"


With that I started hearing the sick gagging phone again that I must have been making myself. Moments later I could hear the muffled screaming of religious belief as what I can only assume was VP Gordon also mercilessly fucking her ass.

Eventually Tyrone got fully hard again, but kept spitting between my boob for lube. He pulled hy fountainhead back and fucked my big nipple and looked over at the show. Ignoring me was the worst part of that humiliation

Mr Halston came in Faith ‘ s sass, and we were all swapped out again by VP Gordons hands dragging us by the tomentum. I found myself buried mystifying in promise ass and pussy as the nazi Bitch ruthlessly fucked her rectum for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. All the whilst the now hard again Old Tyrone was expression fucking promise just as mercilessly.

Eventually Tyrone blew another load this clip in Hope's oral cavity, which must have been a night mare for a ego professed cum junkie like her, and VP Gordon pulled out. She pulled the curvy goth off of the table.She positioned us side by side each other facing her. My ass was on ardor and I knew sitting down was going to be a beef tonight let alone the rest of the weekend

VP Gordon then ordered as kneeling female child to spit out our cum tons on each others faces. I was ordered first to spit on Hope, when I demurely shook my head the Nazi Bitch picked up the paddle off the floor

I looked at Bob Hope with an excusatory eyebrow Robert Curl and spit the cum right field in her face, it was pretty cruddy. Then Leslie Townes Hope spitting in Faith's face, and then trust grudgingly spit her cumload in my face. It was humiliating being ordered and objectified like this. And VP Gordon just couldn't layover laughing.

She dismissed Mr Halston first and straightened herself out, neatening her tomentum and tying her strap-on back down to the inside of her second joint. Tyrone then went on to bring his cart in and claean up the desk and the tongue and cum from the trading floor like he was doing an everyday job.

"I expect to see you three every Friday night after schooling untill the end of the year to keep on your penalty, if you don't you're expelled."

She truend away from us and walked away as if we didn't exist. We quietly cleaned up and put our clothes back on and left school.

Outside it was already glowering, it was close to 9 by the prison term she had finished all but raping us and we made our way painfully back to my plaza. We soldiered down the route leaning on each other. My nipple ached and burned from the overrefinement. My ass cheeks felt like they were on fire from the paddling. And I felt like someone had stuck a telephone up my ass.

We staggered our way back to my home having already planned on crashing there anyways. As we wandered into the trailer park we noticed a couple familiar cars drive out.

"turd, the gangbang… ”, faith sighed out.

We were supposed to conform to the football game boys at 6 for our monthly party, but we obviously couldn't make it due to our penalization at the hands of the Nazi kick. They obviously had come looking for us.

As we walked up to the small terrace of the double across-the-board mum and I shared, a match of the son from the team stepped out in very serious spirits.

"Hey, looks the party is about to start again ”, one of the teen son said

We hobbled up the steps past the male child and were about to enter, feeling like we should unwrap the newsworthiness we couldn't fuck tonight inside. But then the second asshole spanked me on the ass. SONOFABITCH that damage ! ! ! !

"son of a bitch ! ”, I exclaimed turning on him.

Faith then pushed him down the step summoning a bit of muscularity just to do that, and we trundled inside


"What a kick, at least her mom was fun to party with. ”, the frst guy said picking up his ally

I didn't have to mull what the meant long, as soon we entered the support room I could figure that out. mom was laying grimace down on an air mattress she used for human action at the Zebra night club. Her brass was down but her ass was up in the air. The smell of sweat, sex, spunk and beer filled the apartment. Beer prat were all around the floor.

The big titted tramp of a mother of mine was snoring happily having been fucked and alcoholised into unconsciousness. What sucked for me was that she was wearing my chearleed top scrunched above her boobs. I'm a 32DDD, but Momma was a 36G… that top was ruined to shit, with cum and beer grunge on it.

We collapsed on the couch and I poked at Momma with my metrical unit to awake her up. We fished a beer out the nearby tank and drank in silence. Okay, Hope got behind Momma and ate the cum dripping out her first, but then she joined us on the couch for silent grumbly musings.

Fortunately there was only a few week left in the school class, but those calendar week sucked and sucked bad.

Every Friday after schooltime we got our nookie wrecked by the Nazi Bitch with Old Tyrone and Mr Halston doing the facefucking. We'd stagger back home plate, but then we'd be no skillful for sex like our adventures usually were on a Friday. And god knows there was no anal retentive until Monday because of that anal molestation. That left midweek for some furtive fun, but rarely were fun boys available.

We were pissed off at the bozo fucking mommy and not waiting for us, so we punished them by not giving them a last party before the big game at the end of the yr. Which we then naturally lost.

The following shoemaker's last weekend of school was my 17th birthday, and momma had already picked out 6 bozo to service me. But come the night in interrogative sentence my menstruum struck with a vengance.

In short a stinking end to an otherwise smashing school year

I had the summertime to get along to depend forward to, three months away from the Nazi Bitch, no more cheerleading practise, no more homework

And I had two great skilful friends now

I planned to get even with Nazi Bitch one day, but at least I could take some time off for me again


I guess I'll have to tell you about my 17th summer, but this is a honest shoes to end this parting of the story


END OF faith, HOPE, AND Polemonium caeruleum