THE FOLLOWING IS A WORK OF COMPLETE FICTION. ANY RESEMBLENCE
TO ANY PERSON, LIVING OR DEAD, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.


     Melinda looked deeper in her locker and found the book for
which she had been looking.
     "Thank goodness!" she thought after having worried for a few
minutes that she had left it, and her history homework inside, at
home.
     She pulled the back from the back of the locker and turned
around. The pretty 14-year-old girl startled some at the face
that greeted hers. It was Karen, the cute classmate Mr. Johnson
had told her about.
     Neither smiled.
     "Hi," Karen said softly. "Mr. Johnson told me I should speak
to you."
     Melinda barely nodded. She knew the blackmail was continuing
for both of them.
     Barely hearing the instructions, Melinda nodded her head as
Karen told her to be at Mr. Johnson's house 30 minutes after
school ended that day. She knew that she would be there. She had
no choice. The pressure to pass math from her father and the fear
of the photos Mr. Johnson had in his desk were too great.
     She would be there, she told Karen. And she knew she would.
     The day passed slowly at times and sometimes it seemed as if
it were zipping past. She dreaded what Mr. Johnson had in mind.
Melinda had received little pleasure in Mr. Johnson's classroom
that afternoon, though she did have to admit she felt just a
little when he had fucked her ass. He had raped her ass and had
raped her mouth. Then he had taken what polite people would call
"compromising photographs" of her.
     Melinda began walking towards Mr. Johnson's house as soon as
school ended. She knew the walk would require almost the full 30
minutes he had allowed her. The petite, slender blond was wearing
short black denim shorts, black flats and a white sleeveless T-
shirt type top. She wore no bra; Mr. Johnson had told her she
should not wear one to school anymore.
     "That way I can see more of your tits even when the class is
too full to feel them," he had told her.
     She knocked lightly at his door when she arrived, having
moved to the back of his house as instructed. His car was there,
she recognized it.
     The door opened and Karen stood there. She smiled slightly
and moved away as Melinda walked in.
     "Follow me," Karen told her, and Melinda did.
     Karen had obviously ridden with Mr. Johnson to his house.
The gorgeous 14-year-old had already changed into a short black
crop top, her long dark brown hair cascading several inches down
her back. She was also wearing black g-string panties and very
high heels. Mr. Johnson had obviously dressed her.
     "Ah, Melinda!" Mr. Johnson greeted her as the two girls
walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch, dressed
only in a dark green robe.
     "Come see me, girls!" he was almost jovial as the two girls
walked in front of the couch and stood there for him. They were
his whores. They knew that.
     His hands moved to Karen first, running up her thighs
slowly, feeling them. Melinda heard her gasp just a bit as his
fingertips glazed over the front of her g-string panties. His
hands continued higher, sliding under her crop top and he lewdly
felt her tits.
     Mr. Johnson's hands then moved to Melinda, feeling her
through her clothes, over her legs. He was obviously enjoying his
sluts.
     After a few minutes, he stood and used a hand on each girl,
feeling their tits - Karen under her crop top and Melinda through
her sleeveless T-shirt. "Yeah, you bitches are pretty firm," he
laughed at them. They were powerless to protest.
     "Melinda, let me see your tits. Take your shirt off."
     Melinda briefly considered protesting but, instead, meekly
reached to the waistband of her shorts and began pulling the
shirttail out, then pulling until it was up and over her head.
She tossed it to the side and stood there topless.
     Both of Mr. Johnson's hands immediately moved to her tits,
feeling them, pinching the nipples.
     "Yeah, real nice tits, Melinda," he moaned to her. "Real
nice."
     Karen stood there as the teacher molested Melinda. He was
squeezing and feeling her firm young tits, knowing he owned her,
owned both of them.
     "Karen, don't you think Melinda has nice tits?" he asked the
brunette, his head turning towards her but his hands still
feeling.
     "Yes, sir," Karen replied. "She has very nice tits."
     "See how nice they are," he said and then sat down.
     Karen apparently had been through this drill before. Her
hands moved up and cupped Melinda's tits, and began feeling them
gently, her fingertips running around the nipples. Melinda let
out an involuntary groan; there was some pleasure from her 14-
year-old classmates fingertips.
     Mr. Johnson laughed when he heard her. "Ah, you like another
girl playing with your tits, don't you, Melinda?"
     She blushed furiously.
     "Don't you, Melinda?" he asked again, this time much more
demanding. She knew she was required to respond.
     "Yes, sir."
     "Tell Karen."
     She hesitated.
     "Tell her, you fucking little whore!"
     Not realizing she could get any redder, Melinda blushed even
more. Her head raised to look in Karen's eyes, which were locked
onto hers.
     "I like you feeling my tits, Karen," she said softly.
     Mr. Johnson gave a signal to Karen, who removed her hands
from Melinda's young breasts and then took off her on top.
     "Feel Karen's tits now, Melinda."
     Slowly Melinda's hands moved to Karen's breasts. She touched
them and then began squeezing them and feeling them. Karen's
breasts were unbelievably firm, Melinda thought. Karen's hands
had returned to Melinda's tits, and the two topless young girls
stood there, feeling each other as Mr. Johnson watched.
     "You two like each other a lot it looks like to me! After
all, you ARE feeling each other up!" Mr. Johnson laughed.
     "Karen, show Melinda how much you like her."
     The 14-year-old brunette moved up closer to Melinda, her
fingers still caressing the blonde's breasts. She leaned forward.
     "Oh, my god!" Melinda thought.
     Karen's lips touched hers, kissing her lightly. Melinda
pulled away, aghast.
     Karen stopped and Mr. Johnson stood. Suddenly, she felt his
thumb and forefinger clamp down on her left nipple. He began
pinching it, harder and harder.
     "You fucking little bitch! You fucking little whore!" he
screamed, the pressure on her nipple becoming greater and
greater. It was beginning to hurt and beginning to hurt badly. He
only pinched harder.
     "You will do what I want you to do and when I want you to do
it. You understand, slut?" he was screamingly loudly now.
Melinda's knees buckled but his finger and thumb pinched her
nipple even harder as she went to the floor. It felt like he was
going to rip it off.
     "Yes, yes," she was sobbing now from the pain and from the
humiliation. In what appeared to be disgust with her, Mr. Johnson
wrenched her nipple violently, forcing a scream of pain from her,
and then let go.
     He sat back down. He order her to stand, which she did.
     "Now Karen," he said. "Where were we?"
     Karen moved back to Melinda. Her arms moved around her and
Melinda, her nipple still burning from the torture, allowed her
arms to do the same. This time when Karen leaned towards her,
Melinda did not pull away.
     At first, she felt Karen's soft young lips against hers, and
then felt Karen pulling her tighter. When Karen's tongue snaked
out of her mouth, Melinda opened hers and took it in hers. She
sucked on Karen's tongue, doing what she knew Mr. Johnson wanted.
Kissing her 14-year-old classmate passionately seemed even more
depraved that the two girls feeling each other's tits.
     "More, Karen. More, you fucking little slut!"
     From the corner of her eye, Melinda saw that Mr. Johnson had
opened his robe. His cock was out and he was slowly stroking it
as he watched his two young slaves.
     Karen took her cue and dropped to her knees in front of
Melinda. Her hands went to Melinda's shorts, undoing them,
unzipping them and sliding them down the 14-year-old's legs. When
the shorts were gone, Karen's hands moved to Melinda's panties,
and Melinda watched as her classmate pulled those off of her too,
leaving her standing nude.
     "Now, why don't you just lay back on the floor and relax,
Melinda?" Mr. Johnson said.
     As Melinda moved her nude young body to the floor, Karen was
kicking off her high heels and then removing her g-string
panties. Melinda laid on her back as her nude classmate moved
towards her on her hands and knees.
     Karen's hands spread Melinda's legs, and Melinda suddenly
felt Karen's hot breath on her cunt.
     "No," she begged, whining. "Please, no."
     Mr. Johnson stroked his cock and smiled at her. Karen moved
her face closer to Melinda's pussy.
     Melinda had planned to beg again but the words never left
her throat. Instead, she groaned loudly as Karen's tongue found
her clit. She wanted to push Karen away but, instead, she groaned
as Karen began running her tongue over her pussy.
     "You love it, you slut! You love having another girl eat
your cunt, you fucking whore!"
     She saw Mr. Johnson's cock-stroking pick up speed and then
her eyes closed as she felt the incredible pleasure given her by
her 14-year-old classmate's tongue. Her hips were grinding and
her hands went to Karen's head, not to push it away but to pull
it towards her even tighter.
     She began fucking at Karen's mouth, wanting it, loving it.
If she were going to have sex with another girl, she might as
well enjoy it. And enjoy it she did.
     Karen's tongue moved up and down, just inside her slit,
stopping to poke up inside her cunt a few times, then moving to
her clit and flicking back and forth on it. Melinda grunted and
groaned as the pleasures became greater and greater. She knew
Karen's face was being covered with her juices but she didn't
care. She had reached the point where all she wanted was the
orgasm Karen's tongue would give her.
     She arched her back suddenly and jerked tightly on the back
of karen's head, almost trying to shove her classmate's entire
head into her burning cunt. Melinda groaned loudly and she
groaned long, her body racking with an incredible orgasm, one
much better than any she had given herself in bed late at night.
     Melinda thought she heard Mr. Johnson groaning at the same
time but she didn't care. All she cared about was the incredibly
wonderful orgasm another 14-year-old girl was giving her with her
tongue and mouth. She wanted it to last forever.
     Finally, her mind cleared and the pleasures subsided. She
looked up to see Mr. Johnson leaning forward on the couch,
looking at her nude body; to see Karen nude on her knees right in
front of him.
     "You did very well, slut," he was telling Karen. And he
offered her his cupped hand.
     Melinda propped herself up on her elbows, wondering what was
going on. Then she saw - Mr. Johnson had ejaculated into his
cupped hand and he was holding his cum out to Karen.
     "Here is your reward, my whore," he told her.
     Karen's head dipped and Melinda saw her tongue snake out.
Like a dog at a bowl of water, Karen was lapping up Mr. Johnson's
cum from his hand. She was licking it up and eating it,
swallowing every drop she could. The 14-year-old brunette licked
up the cum, every bit of it, even licking his fingers clean at
the end of it.
     "Thank you for letting me eat your cum, Mr. Johnson,"
Melinda heard Karen tell him meekly. "You know how I love eating
cum."
     Mr. Johnson smiled, then patted Karen on the head like a dog
who had done well.
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