Charity Jones here again, your trollop Muse continues her memoirs

In my last sojourn I described to you the method in which, organized religion, Leslie Townes Hope and myself managed to regain our pureness roll billet without having to contemplate even once. As you might give birth guessed from the other chapters in this long saga it might ingest involved with a turncock in me. Fear not, dear readers, you are absolutely rectify

Big tits and blonde hair will get you far in school I discovered with my popularity, but triple teaming your instructor with a pile of nubile teen bod will almost always succeed. We were now fucking Mr Halston ( from our cobbler's last chapter ) the English instructor, Mr Kowalski from the Math department and Mr chow chow for Chemistry. All we asked for this rotation of spunking in teenager pussy were straight A's on our composition cards. They were quite concordant to it.

None of them of course knew about the others, each had to feel like they were the headmaster of the cosmos. Men fucking around behind their wives always need to feel this way, the male ego is such a delicate thing. That's why I prefer unmarried men who like to fuck a lot, they're using us and we're suing them. forget the emotional clinginess with your wives or girlfriends

We also slowed down our other feat, but not to the peak I still wasn't getting laid regularly. It was down to 3 to 4 multiplication a hebdomad as opposed to every single day. I was catching up on homework in category I didn't have difficulty with, my energy for cheerleading was back to rule, and I wasn't so tetchy around Chet my boyfriend anymore.

mummy had to explain it to me, that cleaning lady often go through a"loose woman"stage when they first discover their sexuality. It can happen at any age and not just because I was a Virgo the Virgin just a slight over half a year ago. She told me eventualy people settle down and either movement past it, or locomote on to quality more then amount. I had to agree 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 ma's beau.

My wonderful beau Chet was unaware of our reverse-gangbangs of teachers and I had no intention on telling him. Yes, Chet the high-school teenage dream was my cloak-and-dagger cuckold, but fucking the teacher 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 whoredom plain and simple, thankfully it was done with respect

Of all the teacher we were fucking individually one or twice a month after school, Mr Halston was our favourite. He had the most staying power, the with child cock and could eat puss like a lesbian. We had never met a lesbian, 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 ends, 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 twelvemonth, so we saved our preferent Mr Halston for last. He would open us this final form and then we were on our own for the end of year exams.We were studying solidly for those, so I was dependable we could exert an A average, at worst slip to a B+

We were in a semicircle as a last gift to him we were letting him give us a facial all over our teen faces. He was spunking his load on our faces, Hope the cum whore trying to hog it all when the Revelation salvo through the schoolroom door. We all turned our heads to the allegedly interlace door and I got heart in my eye as a consequence. It burns like a beef I tell you.


Standing there was the woman everyone in school affectionately called"The Dragon gentlewoman ”, 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 level. And Mr Halstons spunk automobile instantly became a limp noodle.

She had short cropped steel Grey hair, piercing disconsolate eyes and strong Germanic features. The running joke was that she was national socialist first-rate soldier which wasn't put into production at the end of the Second humans War, but she was still scary. She always dressed severely too, sharp car horn rimmed spyglass, even sharpie pressed dress-suits all in gunship grays or in black. This was trivial unlike except she was in her German Nazi leather long coat this time. Bitch

"Mr Halston, standstill by the threshold ”, she hissed at our teacher.

He was ashen as a ghost and trembled quickly through getting dressed, shooting pit looks at us and her. Images of divorce papers, termination observance and a long prison judgment of conviction dancing in his head no doubt.



I decided to play up a recollective lost science I developed on my respectable for nil father that always worked. I opened my heart blanket and trembled my lip deliberately, my in effect bruise Bambi looking at that always melted adults into being wrapped around my finger

"Vice-Principal Gordon, I can excuse -- - ”, I said in my best lilliputian girl spokesperson


"Save it slut ”, she barked at me

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

Faith was getting to her feet, her hot Irish line flowing at her friend being insulted ; but frailty corpus Gordon shot her a look that would freeze a bullet train in mid flight. Leslie Townes Hope just covered her face in her paw, hating any kind of acute confrontation.

"For the last 4 months you three piffling trollop have been treating this exquisitely schoolhouse as your own personal brothel ”, she said starting to pace in forepart of us

She continued as she slowly marched,"Sucking boy off behind the bleachers, screwing in the parking lot, running trains by the football squad in the construction situation, and now this trading your teenage whore ass to teachers for tier"

This was not good, in fact it was ugly. She knew everything we had been up to at school this twelvemonth. stupid person boys just had to boast didn't they, at least that has always been my suspicion between now and then. In any shell, our jig was finally up it seemed.

"I should eject the three of you right on the spot ”, she hissed

"Oh god no ”, promise whimpered behind her hand

"And raise 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 burst into a photoflood of tears at the thought of being a teenage dropout, Faith's line of work sense jumped in the way of that oncoming train

"Please Vice corpus Gordon, is there anything we can do to reach this up ? ”, Faith tried desperately looking for an angle


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

Great, the chronicle were right, she was a German Nazi passing soldier.

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

Our Indo-European super-soldier Vice head teacher stopped pacing and turned and stepped up to me. She took me gently by the chin and tilted my head up to hers and to lock on me with her cold steel eyes.

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

I forced back the onset tears,"Anything."

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

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

"On your base tramps and bend over your teachers desk"she told us

We nervously looked at each other, trying to figure out with one another what was going to come about next. Even Bob Hope had taken her hands off her face now. Her middle were reddened and she looked even more scared than how I felt.

"Now ! ”, vice school principal Gordon commanded in a shade we had never heard before

We obediently got up and turned around and bent over Mr Halston's nearby desk. I was in the center, with Faith and Hope on my leftfield and right respectively. We looked nervously at each other and I bit my lip as I tend to. To be just, religion was more angry then scared, you could tell 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 boots I figured. I looked back over my shoulder for a second, to see what she was up to.

"heart forward gripe ! ”, she snarled

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

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


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

That was when I felt something heavy and flat and cool being dragged across my naked ass cheeks. Jesus H Savior ! She had a god damned paddle ! This was just getting worse and high-risk. It was a girl in prison movie come to biography

"Louder tramps !"

"Yes ma'am ”, the three of us said keeping our optic now locked onto the blackboard and some truly inane notes on Shakespeare who had been 400 years too late to save up us now.She continued walking behind us gently dragging her paddle across our bare prat as she paced up and down behind us..

"Very gut. Very gut indeed"

She stopped behind me and I felt her hand hairgrip 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 meat, which was what I was truly beginning to think I was under her eyes.

"Such fantastic teen arsche, all the fucking and suction, ja ?"

She clearly was seeking an resolution from us because suddenly there was a whooshing and the paddle came firmly down on my backside and I let out a yelp. It took only seconds but I heard the woosh and smack on flesh as our Nazi vice-principal treated religion and Hope to the same tinker's damn intervention. And they both let out their own several screeches.

"response me ! ”, she commanded

"Yes ma'am ! ”, we cried out.

"Gut huren"

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

"Every time I ask you a doubtfulness, you vill answer it, understand huren ?

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


"And just to record you I am serious"

And down came the paddle firmly on my other butt cheek. I felt as though my ass must be glowing as red as an coal by this point.. My redheaded friend and Goth compatriot received the same treatment..


The worst part was that she didn't stop. Our Vice lead really went to Ithiel Town with her wooden board. She swung difficult and mercilessly on our bent over derrieres. It was hard and rapid on us all. These weren't piddling love taps.She was full on walloping our piece of tail with steady swings.All three of us were crying at the sheer abuse that our gluteous mazimus'were receiving.

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

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

"You have three choice Mr Halston ; tender your resignation, keep your mouth shut, or bend over and wait your twist ”, she said in a spirit that tolerated no questioning.

Mr Halston chose neither unemployment or showing solidarity with his petty serail. To be fair, if I was given his options he did, I easily would receive chosen silence as well.

"Tyrone, would you please hail in and secure vernal Ms John Paul Jones ”, the Nazi said seemily sated from beating our bums.
I heard the door assailable and whom I assumed was Tyrone the schooltime custodian enter the room. I didn't dare ferment my headway and aspect, fearing another round of paddling. Nor did I effort to even to count in any direction other then forward. I could hear faith and Bob Hope whimpering to either side of me.

As Tyrone stepped in front of me, trust and Hope were pulled back and off the desk by their tomentum, both screeched and were pulled away by Vice Principal Gordon. Tyrone hang down in front of me, and I tried imploring the old bootleg janitor with my eyes to not do what he did succeeding. He took my hands and bound them together behind my spine at the wrists.

organized religion and promise were forced to their knees just to the side where Mr Halston stood in the recession. Their eyes were red from tears, promise's constitution was making her spirit like a racoon. Old Tyrone took some more lengths of Mexican valium from his coveralls and tied promise and Faith's hands behind them as well.

That's when frailty head teacher Gordon took of her farseeing coat and stepped in front of me. I knew I was in Irish bull when I saw what she was wearing under her"Nazi uniform"it was worse, far worse. She was in a opprobrious leather bustier, thigh high-pitched leather boots and covering her privates was a thick prospicient black strap-on she had strapped to her leg.

"Now all you little huren are going to see vhat ve do with sluts in my schoolhouse ”, she said slapping my grimace with her *cock* a pair fourth dimension

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

"seminal fluid my rothaarige huren, you must get me prepared “, she said dragging Faith behind me

In present moment I heard gagging speech sound right behind me, familiar one too. It was the distinctive strait 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, sting your big drecksneger cock down Charity's throat ”, frailty Principal Gordon said offhandedly.

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

It took all of a mates seconds for the old man to unzip his coveralls. For an old guy he sure was packing a lot of meat. Not that I had a chance to tick it out very long as Tyrone very quickly shoved his tool into my mouth. He gripped the back of my capitulum and without any further aplomb proceeded to be intimate my mouthpiece as persuasion it were just another kettle of fish 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 corpus behind me

"That's thoroughly enough for now slut, and young Ms Jenkins, start sucking your teachers cock like the slut you are"

I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw where Hope was kneeling by Mr Halston. She tearfully and obediently opened her mouth and Mr Halston reluctantly pulled out his hobble dick and fed it to hope. That's when I felt someone's font pressed to my crotch from behind, like they were literally having my face showed into my plump for side.

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

And figure out my"arsche"and"fotze"she did. Luckily we had been in this view before many time already and she knew how to reach my spots even from a forced angle. I guess if we were end for a harassment, we might as well try to make it light on each other. She slurped her way up and down, tonguing my clean bunghole too as instructed.

Her face was pushed further down and then I felt a big dollop of sit driblet onto my backdoor. In a yoke seconds later I could sense the forefront of the fat shameful latex strap-on pressed against my anus.Vice Principal gave out a myopic jape 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 pee choke off gurgling phone around Old Tyrone's big lightlessness dick in my mouth. And picking up on my cues of discomfort, our national socialist beef started really ramming into me.

As VP Gordon anally punished me, Old Tyrone had gripped me by the back of the nous and was thrusting his big black dick further and further down my throat. I couldn't do anything to balk or set my own pace. Tyrone barely gave a poop if I could breath, maybe pulling out enough for me to gasp a breathing place every 30 irregular or so. Drool was pooling down my chin and dripping onto the base, it was so bad I had not dribbling out of my nose.

The sorry part was the despite my pharynx ravishing, I'm also a big anal slut. The anal retentive ramming I was getting, though incredibly painful was stretching my nerves right out, coupled with Faith's licking of my twat and periodic 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 organic structure weight into me. She grabbed my hair in one fistful and twisted a severely nipple of mine in the other.

"Cum for me you picayune prostitute ”, she barked in my ear.

And damned if I didn't cum as commanded, the submissive in me came out to flirt 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 feel Old Tyrone's scape beging to blow up in me.

"dungeon his cum in your mouth huren"she ordered


He dumped salvo after burst into my backtalk, and had to fight my itch to bury as I usually do

Nazi Bitch laughed at my tinder humiliation and then wrenched her *cock* out of me. I felt like s he had been ramming a foresightful in me without any lube. My ass hurt like it was on blast. She gripped by hair 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 dick. She actually whimpered a bit at that too being the oral fiend she is. Nazi Bitch then pulled her to where over to where organized religion was kneeling at the edge of the desk. She then gripped faith and pushed her over the desk and placed Hope between her legs where Faith had been eating me

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

Mr Halston began pushing his dick between Bob Hope's backtalk, but I was soon obscured by Old Tyrone who was now shoving his one-half hard shaft between my titmouse. The dirty old cocksucker would spit between my tits and occasionally stroke himself for lube.

"I said screwing her throat Mr Halston, or do you not want a job come Monday morning"


With that I started hearing the sick gagging strait again that I must have been making myself. mo later I could get wind the muffled scream of Faith 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 tits for lubricating substance. He pulled hy head back and fucked my big bosom and looked over at the show. Ignoring me was the worst part of that abasement

Mr Halston came in faith ‘ s mouth, and we were all swapped out again by VP Gordons hands dragging us by the fuzz. I found myself eat up deep in Hopes ass and pussy as the nazi Bitch ruthlessly fucked her rectum for all she was deserving. All the whilst the now hard again Old Tyrone was face fucking Hope just as mercilessly.

Eventually Tyrone blew another load this meter in Hope's mouth, which must ingest been a night mare for a self professed cum junkie like her, and VP Gordon pulled out. She pulled the busty goth off of the table.She positioned us incline by side each other facing her. My ass was on fire and I knew sitting down was going to be a kick tonight let alone the rest of the weekend

VP Gordon then ordered as kneeling miss to pitter-patter our cum loads on each others faces. I was ordered first to pitter-patter on Leslie Townes Hope, when I demurely shook my head the Nazi Bitch picked up the paddle off the level

I looked at Hope with an apologetic eyebrow curl and spit the cum right in her grimace, it was pretty nasty. Then Bob Hope spit in religion's face, and then Faith grudgingly spit her cumload in my grimace. It was humiliating being ordered and objectified like this. And VP Gordon just couldn't arrest laughing.

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

"I expect to see you three every Fri dark after school day untill the end of the year to continue 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 dark, it was close to 9 by the time she had finished all but raping us and we made our way painfully back to my property. We soldiered down the road leaning on each other. My nipples ached and burned from the distortion. My ass buttock 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 habitation having already planned on crashing there anyways. As we wandered into the trailer parking lot we noticed a couple familiar car drive out.

"SOB, the gangbang… ”, Faith sighed out.

We were supposed to meet the football boys at 6 for our monthly party, but we obviously couldn't make it due to our penalty at the manus of the Nazi Bitch. They obviously had come looking for us.

As we walked up to the little terrace of the two-baser wide Momma and I shared, a couple of the boy from the team stepped out in very proficient spirits.

"Hey, looks the party is about to initiate again ”, one of the teen male child said

We hobbled up the stairs past the male child and were about to enter, feeling like we should break the tidings we couldn't piece of ass tonight inside. But then the instant asshole spanked me on the ass. SONOFABITCH that hurt ! ! ! !

"arsehole ! ”, I exclaimed turning on him.

organized religion then pushed him down the stairs summoning a bit of energy just to do that, and we trundled inside


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

I didn't have to mull over what the meant long, as soon we entered the living room I could figure that out. Momma was laying face down on an air mattress she used for acts at the Zebra Club. Her font was down but her ass was up in the air. The smell of sweat, sex, spunk and beer filled the apartment. Beer cans 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 pinhead. I'm a 32DDD, but mum was a 36G… that top was ruined to shit, with cum and beer stains on it.

We collapsed on the put and I poked at mummy with my substructure to stir up her up. We fished a beer out the nearby cooler and drank in muteness. Okay, Hope got behind Momma and ate the cum dripping out her first, but then she joined us on the lounge for silent grumbly musings.

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

Every Friday after schooltime we got our asses wrecked by the nazi bitch with Old Tyrone and Mr Halston doing the facefucking. We'd stagger back menage, but then we'd be no good for sex like our escapade usually were on a Friday. And god knows there was no anal until Monday because of that anal retentive molestation. That left Wednesday for some furtive fun, but rarely were fun boy available.

We were pissed off at the guy rope fucking Momma and not waiting for us, so we punished them by not giving them a last political party before the big secret plan at the end of the twelvemonth. Which we then naturally lost.

The following endure weekend of school was my 17th birthday, and Momma had already picked out 6 guys to service me. But come the Nox in question my period struck with a vengance.

In brusque a crappy end to an otherwise slap-up school class

I had the summer to come to look forward to, three calendar month away from the Nazi Bitch, no more cheerleading practise, no more preparation

And I had two keen best friends now

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


I guess I'll have to distinguish you about my 17th summertime, but this is a good stead to end this parting of the story


END OF religion, Hope, AND Jacob's ladder