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. -end-