The Knocked Up Lust Bundle (8 page)

Mr. Strong nodded. “Damn right.”

Slipping a dainty pair of fingers into her cunt, Cindy scooped out a serving of shiny, glistening cum and sucked it down.

“Go on, Audrey,” Cindy moaned. “He’s really good. He’ll fuck you just right.”

Apprehension gripped Audrey hard. She...she couldn't. She couldn't! He had fucked Cindy so very hard...there was no way Audrey could handle such a fucking!

Audrey stood up, Cindy still wrapped around her legs. She shook her head.

Frowning, Mr. Strong beckoned her over. “Come here.”

“N-no,” said Audrey. “No, I won’t. You...you already got what you wanted. I won’t do it!”

She grabbed Cindy’s hand, and started running out of the room.

Except...nothing happened. Cindy wouldn't move. A cold, dark gleam had entered Cindy’s eyes.

“No...” whispered Audrey, with sudden dread and realization.

This had been the plan, all along. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Cindy's actions...and Cindy had almost certainly been directed by Mr. Strong.

Gripping Audrey’s hand hard, Cindy tugged the brunette down to the ground with her. The sunglasses and lollypop got knocked away. Withing seconds, the cheerleader had Audrey’s body fully intertwined with her legs.

“No!” Audrey moaned, tears forming in her eyes.

She didn’t know why she was protesting so hard. More for show than anything else. The truth was, Cindy was totally hot. And if this had been some kind of elaborate plan just to have Mr. Strong fuck her...

Wow. That would be EXTRA hot. Audrey whimpered, not knowing if it was from lust or desperation.

Kicking and turning, she managed to squirm out of Cindy’s grip and made it to the door—but it was locked, of course.

“No, no,” Audrey moaned, sliding down into the corner next to the door. “No, no, no.”

Cindy crawled forward, a sultry, cum-dripping smile on her face.

“We tried it the nice way, Audrey...”

“Oh my god! You-y-you planned this! All of this!”

“That’s right. I’m his happy little fuckpet. He fucks me
so
good, Audrey. I just
had
to convince some other girls to fuck him too. “

“Oh my god...Cindy...that’s so...that’s so fucking
evil
...”

Cindy giggled happily. “I know, right? He makes it all okay, though. His cock is so wonderful, Audrey. You have to try it. I promise you’ll love it. You’ll love it just like I do...”

Mr. Strong approached, thumping forward. Every step sounded out Audrey’s doom. And yes, every step made her hot teen pussy pulse with need. Fuck, why did she want this so much? They were practically forcing it on her—but she was so fucking turned on!

As Audrey buried herself deeper in the corner, Mr. Strong pressed his semi-hard shaft forward. His hot, thick cock slid across her beautiful young cheek. Soft, hot breaths from Audrey’s mouth pushed against his expanding meat.

Cindy had climbed next to her, pushing her hands up Audrey's legs and getting rid of her tiny denim shorts. Quickly after that, Cindy slid her fingers into Audrey's now-soaking-wet slit. Audrey gasped, licking her lips as Mr. Strong's cock pressed harder on her cheek.

“Take it in,” purred Cindy. “Go on, baby.”

All of Audrey's young hot body felt like it was on fire.

“It’s just...it’s just, I’ve never been fucked before, Mr. Strong,” said Audrey, looking up with a bit of terror. “Not anywhere.”

“Good. I like virgin throats...and virgin cunts.”

And, with Cindy hotly fingering Audrey’s pussy, Mr. Strong pushed his enormity deep inside Audrey’s throat. Lust spilled out of her body almost instantly, overwhelming her. The hot ridges of his cock dragged hard over her lips slowly, perfectly, and each new inch inside of her made her feel more whole. More complete.

Moving in and out—both Cindy and Mr. Strong—Audrey was being fucked completely. All she was to them was some hot face, some hot pussy to be entered and played with.

Fuck, that was so hot.

Mr. Strong's scent was so strong, so manly. It pushed up hard into her nose as Cindy dropped little kisses on Audrey's neck. His shaft, finally, exited her mouth entirely, the head tracing sticky wet lines around her lips.

“You’ve been facefucked like a real woman, now,” Cindy purred. “You did soooo good, baby.”

“Up, now,” said Mr. Strong.

Apparently, she didn't react quickly enough—he picked her up by the hair and dragged her back over to the desk, pushing her down on top of it. She was bent over the desk—just like she had imagined he would do to her.

Just like with Cindy, he wasted no time. Her cunt was already dripping and ready thanks to Cindy's hot fingering. Gripping her hips hard, he thrust his big, hot cock directly into her tight teen cunt.

Audrey knew that, as he straddled her thighs, he was simply savoring how she looked. The tight fabric of her panties hung around her ankles. Her teensy chiffon sweater top, barely holding her luscious breasts in place, so snug against her chest. The svelte, lithe tone of her bare stomach, her small shoulders almost entirely uncovered. Then - before she even realized what he was doing—Audrey felt a tug on her top as Mr. Strong took a firm hold of the fabric and tugged, exposing her chest entirely!

Her hot, round tits bounced free of the sweater as she squirmed underneath Mr. Strong's grasp. He slapped her ass, hard, to keep her in place.

She turned to look at him—his gaze practically mocking her—her long hair shifting down across her now-naked shoulders. But Mr. Strong wasn't looking at her eyes anymore. His big cockhead slid over the folds of her pussy, wettening it more and more. Audrey tried to remind herself that she had to do this—that her very future was resting on her performing for Mr. Strong.

“Oh-” Audrey’s hands slid up her own hotly muscled back, resting on his grip on her ass, her face ground hard into the desk. “Mr. Strong...” her moan trailed into nothingness as she bit her lip, needing him in her.

Mr. Strong slapped her ass again, enjoying the young firmness there, squeezing hard. He would leave bruises. He didn't care.

“Mmm?” he intoned inquiringly, looking up as her fingers curled around his hard hand again.

Audrey shook her head, remaining silent. But just a moment later, she squealed in surprise as his hand slapped down again, even harder this time. Her scream was audible probably even in the hall outside.

“What a hot little babe,” he said, smiling wryly, watching Audrey trying and failing to hide how turned on she was.

Her cheeks blushed bright red, so embarrassed. Cindy had slid up next to her, landing kisses on her neck and face.

“So hot, he said,” purred Cindy. “You're
so
lucky he's spanking you so good.”

“You're gonna learn who's in charge here, princess,” he said to Audrey, smacking her ass again.

“Yeah,” moaned Cindy. “Teach her, Sir! Get her pregnant like me!”

P-pregnant? Oh god! Of course! Audrey felt low terror running through her mind.

“N-no,” Audrey cried, squirming on the desk “I've ch-changed my mind. I've ch-hanged...”

Effortless, he shoved his immense meat inside of her.

Oh god
Audrey thought to herself,
Oh god!

“Oh god!” she screamed in sudden ecstasy.

Her body,so tightly wound with terror and arousal, came almost instantly as he roughly thrust inside of her. It was like he had torn through such a barrier that the release could only result in the release of all her control, all her temperance. She loved it. She was so glad she hadn't really protested.

“Shush,” grunted Mr. Strong, condescending, still pressing down on her even as he pulled back on her hair to bend her backward.

Just like that—like it was nothing—she had cum, hard and furious, staring up at him in open, abject bliss. Her beautiful jaw working up and down in total surprise and rapture.

“Mr. Strong... Mr. Strong...” she was crying now as he thrust into her evenly. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. The best orgasm of her life, the most powerful, purest pleasure she had ever received... from this terrible, tyrant teacher.

“Take it, you slut,” Cindy called out gleefully, now happily smacking Audrey's ass in tune with Mr. Strong's thrusts.

Mr. Strong just tugged on Audrey's hair even harder.

Audrey sniffed, looking at herself, her situation. She had to get him to cum soon. She had to get out of there, still!

“N-n-nnnn... yes!” Audrey cried, his strokes giving her even more pleasure than ever. It was potent, so fierce! “Take me!”

Grunting with pleasure, Mr. Strong sped up. Self-satisfaction rushed over Audrey—she was pleasing him! She was pleasing this awesome, ripped stud. That was...that was her
duty
, now.

It was so easy and simple to believe that, that she
had
to do this. Even though...deep down, she knew she
wanted
to. She
wanted
him to fill her up just like he had filled up Cindy.

As the bliss overtook her body, a brainstorm of rationalization flooded her mind.

Her father would never kick her off the trust if she had a child to take care of. He would be too embarrassed to let his own grandchild starve.

And somewhere in her brain was immense relief that she could explain it like that—that her primal, biological lust for being filled and bred wasn’t just because she was enormously turned on by the thought of having babies.

Even though, god help her, she totes was.

“Oh my god,” Audrey moaned. “Please don’t pull out! Please don’t! Oh my god, please fill me up, please!”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. Really?”

“Really, yes! I need your baby in me! I need you to get me so fucking pregnant!”

Thrusting into her hard enough to bruise her knees on the desk, he slapped her ass hard and gripped even harder. Pushing his mighty length all the way inside of her, he came hard, shooting his hot, white seed deep into her body.

Audrey came again, moaning hard, moaning out even more cries of admiration for Mr. Strong's hot, big cock and his warm, amazing seed filling up her body.

As they both calmed down, Cindy slipped up and licked his cum off his cock...and out of Audrey’s pussy. Audrey shuddered in appreciation.

“Mr. Strong?” Audrey asked, his cock still deep inside of her.

“Yes?” he said, voice a bit tired.

He pulled out of her finally, his cock resting on her young, tight thigh.

Cindy, biting her lip, sliding her fingers into Audrey’s cum-soaked pussy. Audrey moaned with appreciation.

“It’s just that, like,” Audrey gasped, feeling Cindy's hot fingers, “your cock is so good and all. Do you think we could have detention the same time next week?”

“Yes,” said Cindy. “Please, sir?”

He smiled, clearly imagining all the ways he would use and abuse these two nubile young sluts for his personal use. All the positions he would teach them. All the ways in which they could properly serve an enormous stud-god cock like his.

Audrey loved that he was such a good teacher.

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A
little over six months ago, I was doing a little shopping at the Big Peaks mall, shamelessly taking advantage of Galen—the store clerk at the designer clothing store who was, completely justifiably, one hundred percent in love with everything about my gorgeous, endlessly sexy eighteen year-old body.

“How does this look on me, do you think?”

Galen gaped at me, trying to form some semblance of a coherent response.

It was a silly question, of course, asking how those skintight knee-high brown leather boots looked on my hot, young teenage legs. It was a silly question, just like asking how my sexy, tiny, tight pleated blue denim skirt looked with the way it molded over my hot ass, or how my pink tank top looked on top of my perky, full eighteen year-old 36DD titties.

They’re silly questions, of course, because I knew the answers—fabulous. Perfect. Wonderful. Stupendous. Amazing. All of the above.

They’re all silly questions, but I asked them anyway. It was fun to make the store clerk stare, straining with his clear erection pressing against his khakis, stuttering out an answer.

“J-j-just wonderful, Lucy. Stupendous. Amazing. Perfect.” He was practically drooling.

You see? I told you.

I posed in front of the mirror, lifting up the thick mass of my dark, effortlessly sexy hair. I blew a kiss, and then wink, my blue eyes sparkling. Tall, busty, and brunette, I could have been a model if I wanted—if it wasn’t so easy for a babe like me not to have a job at all, that is. When guys just give you stuff for being hot, why even try to work? My Uncle Michael especially gave me more stuff and money than anybody—and he practically owned the town.

“Oh, lovely,” I said, stepping away from the mirror. “You’ll put my old pair of shoes in the bag with the rest of my goodies?”

“Of course, Lucy.” He rushed off to do as I said.

Whenever Galen was on duty in the store by himself, I made sure to swing by and give him a visit. He closed down the shop for me, turning away anyone else who wanted to buy something. His love for me, he said often, was perfect and eternal. He’d wait for me for as long as I needed.

As far as I was concerned, that would be forever and ever. He didn’t seem to mind that much when I laughed in his face—several times, over and over—whenever he asked me out or wondered when we would be together. It was sort of tough to build up any respect for such a pushover.

At the front of the store, he handed me my bag, eyes wide and staring down my cleavage. I could tell, already, that he was planning on how to jack off to my image later on—probably right after I left. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the thought of a man being so helpless before my beauty.

“Thanks so much, sweetie,” I purred. “You’ve really been a big help.”

“Yeah, um, Lucy? So, I know like, it goes on the tab? But my manager, he’s been a-asking these questions, and like—”

“Oh, sweetie.” I waved a hand, taking the bag and stepping away. “I’m a little short on cash right now. You can take care of all that for me, can’t you?”