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The Consequences of High School RebellionThis was my idea, I reminded myself as I looked in the mirror.I continued getting ready by pulling my rainbow tinted hair up into thick curly pigtails. My makeup was light, typical of a teenage girl just permitted to use the products. My lips were a light pink with a gentle shine from gloss, my cheeks a soft rose, barely even discernible, and my eyes were layered in the lightest of pinks and tans with a thin black liner to highlight their shape.My top was well-fitted, not too tight, but tight enough that my body was well defined underneath it. It was a plain white button up and it lay with a perfect collar around my neck, the top two buttons undone and a violet tie with a school emblem on it hung loosely from my neck and tucked under the collar. I adjusted the violet pleated skirt and took a deep breath before I finished buttoning up my top and tightening the tie. I slipped a short violet blazer on, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door.I walked down the street knowing all eyes were on me thanks to the vibrantly shaded curls in my hair. I may as well have placed a target on my back for creeps and perverts in the area. But I was making a statement. Taking a stand against something I found unfair in school policy. Boys were not restricted from dying their hair any color they chose, owing to the tradition of putting violet streaks in their hair come playoff time for both the football and basketball teams. The girls were not allowed the same privilege, even the cheerleaders were not permitted to change their natural hair color.So I knew this would turn heads, and I knew I was going to get in trouble, possibly even suspended, and completely ruin my reputation as “the good girl” in our school. But I was a senior, graduation was two weeks away, and I was angry. Two weeks prior an underclassman had dyed her hair a slightly lighter shade than her normal color. It was not drastic, it was not bold or distracting, it was literally a dark blonde instead of a light brown. She was suspended for three days and was not permitted to make up any tests she missed, dropping her GPA to half a point below her needed score to maintain her scholarship.It was a needless show of power over a 15-year-old girl because her grandmother took her to get highlights put in her hair for her upcoming 16th birthday. So today I would dare them to do the same to me. I’m not on scholarship. My father is an alumni of the school and for my entire duration here they have bent over backwards to help me succeed simply because he was rich and they were shoulder deep in his pockets.I approached the school and saw the students whispering and leaning towards each other, some pointed at me, some just smirked in approval, most just stepped back and cleared the way. I made my way up the front stairs and was greeted by a scowling principal. I simply stood there until he moved aside and let me pass. And he did let me pass.A few of my female teachers grinned when they saw me, one even gave me a high five, subtly, as I walked by her classroom. A couple of my male teachers scowled or shook their head, and one nodded in approval, and a couple held their clipboards a little lower than normal. There was half an hour left in our school day when I finally got the call to the principal’s office I’d been waiting for.I walked in, ready to defiantly plead my case and stress the ridiculous treatment of my friend. But when I walked in my father was standing behind the principal’s desk, his arms crossed over his chest. The principal sat next to him, a smug smile on his face, tipping his mustache up until his nose slightly. I looked to my father and, though my confidence waned slightly, I held my ground.“The policy on hair dye is archaic and sexist and I think it’s time to rectify that,” my voice wavered slightly but I stood tall and I looked the principal in the eye the entire time I spoke.“Miss Timmons, you signed a code of conduct acknowledging the rule at the beginning of the year. It is not a negotiation. I know this is because of the outcome of Rachel’s case, but I assure you, she was offered numerous opportunities to rectify the situation without affecting her GPA in any way and she refused. I’ve spoken to the board of directors about her situation in particular and we’ve decided to allow her a make-up test for the ones that lowered her GPA as a show of cooperation,” Mr. Smith looked me over and wiped some beading sweat from his forehead as he turned to my father. “Mr. Timmons, I’m afraid I cannot let this blatant display of rebellion go unpunished or…”My father held up his hand to quiet the principal and looked me in the eye, “Kara, I’m disappointed in you. I’m assuming it was your mother who took you to get that,” he motioned to my hair, “done to you?”I nodded. They’d been divorced since I was five and I rarely ever saw my dad unless he needed a k** to parade around near him to show he was a ‘family man.’He nodded and looked back to the principal, “So, we’re in agreement then? Five?”The principal’s eyes went up and down my body and I scowled as he looked back to my dad, “We are. Five PM Saturday, and her hair is to be returned to its natural color.”My father nodded, the bell rang and my classmates all fled the school as they often did. My father took me by the hand after the rush of students died down and pulled me out to the car with him. I pulled my hand away and glared, “It’s not a fair policy and you know it,” I complained.He nodded, “It’s not. I 100% agree with you. But not all policy is fair. It’s a fact of life and rebellion gets you fired, not praised as a leader of change. You’re living a fucking fairy tale, Kara, and now…” He sighed and looked away from me as he pulled out of the school parking lot.It was a silent ride back to mom’s house and I knew it would end in a fight between them, and it did. He told her about Saturday and insisted he would come get me and take me there himself whether I wanted him to or not. I was to be ready by three and no later.I moped about and my mom tried to console me over it. I felt utterly defeated. She held me and stroked my hair, trying to reassure me, “Well, you want to be a teacher, perhaps one day you will take over for that old ass-hat and you can change the policy for the girls then.”I laughed, “Yeah, five generations out I’ll make a hell of a difference for them,” my lip quivered and I started crying.Over the next few days my mom took me back to the salon where my hair was carefully stripped. Thankfully it was just a matter of stripping temporary dye from my blonde hair, so my hair wasn’t damaged by the stunt. I looked in a mirror after it was done and realized blonde hair was so fucking boring. I missed the colors already and soon as I was out of that ass-backwards school, I would piss my father off as much as humanly possible.When dad came to pick me up on Saturday, I’d say my effort was set to minimum. I wore jeans and a t-shirt and pulled my hair back into a pony-tail and wore no make-up. I didn’t much see the point considering this seemed like it was going to be a forced community service gig to teach me how “sinful” hair dye was and how it would ruin my reputation and color me as someone promiscuous and ****-able. Because that’s all that fucking school did to us. Shame and sin for the girls, Lust and power for the boys. Little did my very Baptist father know, I was an Atheist with mom’s blessing.“Kara, what possessed you to do something like that?” Dad asked when he saw me with my hair back to its normal dark honey shade.I shrugged, “I think it’s ridiculous that boys aren’t restricted from dying their hair but girls are. They can’t even dye it other natural shades and the boys don’t get in trouble for purple? How is that remotely fair?”He glanced over at me then turned his attention back to the road, “The only girls who dye their hair are…”I scoffed and interrupted him in a mocking tone, “…are harlots and Jezebels. That’s a load of shit, dad and you know it. Even Christ would tell you you’re being a sexist dick.”My dad’s cheeks flushed with anger as he gripped the steering wheel, “Well, I guess we’ll see.”He took me back to his house and threw my school uniform at me as I walked in the door, “Go shower and get dressed, adhere to the dress code, your hair in long curls, light makeup and proper underclothing. We leave in an hour,” he snapped at me as he went into his den and slammed the door.I could have screamed. I ran up to “my room” which was pretty much just a showroom that I slept in when dad didn’t want to drop me back off at home after a function. Sure, it had clothes in it and they were my size, but they were not my clothes. What wasn’t my school uniform were long skirts and dresses, the clothes my father wanted me to wear.I smirked and tiptoed down the hall to my dad’s bedroom and went through Alyssa’s dresser. She was about my size and I absolutely knew she didn’t adhere to dad’s strict dress code. I wasn’t disappointed as I found a gorgeous white lace bra and thong set with pale pink tied ribbon closures at the nipples and crotch. This could be my secret rebellion for the night.I went back to my room and got ready as instructed, with the exception of wearing my step-mother’s panties and bra. I went downstairs and waited for dad by the door. He looked flustered as he left the den and grabbed our coats. He threw mine at me and we were out the door and headed to the school. Along the ride he kept glancing over at me. He looked almost remorseful, but with a strange angry scowl.We pulled up at the school and he sighed, “Just do what you’re told and everything will be fine, okay?”I furrowed my brow at him, “No, it won’t. Everything will be the same misogynistic bullshit, porno hikaye but it will not be fine,” I shot back at him.We got out of the car and he walked with me into the school and towards my homeroom class. He opened the door, I walked in and he shut the door behind me. In the room I was met by the school principal, three other men I recognized as being board members for the school, and my homeroom teacher. I sat in the chair my teacher motioned to and waited for them to tell me what I had to do to repent for my sins or whatever.Mr. Baker, my teacher, looked to the principal and nodded. Mr. Smith, my principal sat on the desk in front of me and motioned to the three board members, “Miss Timmons, we have come to the conclusion that your apology for usurping the rules will suffice as punishment.”I laughed, “I’m not apologizing, I didn’t do anything wrong.”Mr. Smith smiled and stood up, walking over next to me. He and Mr. Baker grabbed my wrists and lifted me from my seat. I pulled at my wrists and kicked my feet as they lifted me off the ground. The three board members walked over to me, the two younger ones, younger meaning 50-years-old rather than the 70 the other one was pushing, grabbed my ankles and held me still. The older man pulled out a bible and held it up in front of me.“So you understand, Mrs. Timmons, community service comes in many forms. To end your service to us, you need to simply apologizing for attempting to humiliate us by thumbing your finger at our rules,” The man reached towards me and loosened the tie from around my neck. He un-knotted it until it was just a straight piece of fabric then began tying it around the wrist that Mr. Baker held. He walked behind me and pulled my arm tightly behind my back until I cried out in pain and Mr. Smith twisted my other arm back to the older man, who tied that wrist as well.The two board members put me back on the ground and pushed me down to my knees. I was silent, but my lip quivered as I looked from one of their faces to another as they surrounded me. The older board member bent down in front of me and began to unbutton my shirt. I was breathing heavily as I began to panic and he simply smiled at me as he pushed my shirt off of my shoulders. Mr. Smith gathered my shirt around my forearms and further bound my arms behind my back.I had tears streaming down my cheeks as the older man reached his hand out to trace his finger along my cheek, “You understand now?” he asked me with a smile.I scowled and stayed silent.He looked at my bra and wagged his finger at me, “Naughty minx, it looks like you were hoping for a stern punishment.”He pulled at the lace ties and pushed the fabric away from my nipples, which hardened almost instantly in the cool classroom. The older man grabbed my jaw and pulled my face up towards him, “Are you ready to apologize yet, Miss Timmons?”I narrowed my eyes and scowled. He nodded with a little laugh, “Well, she didn’t say no, did she boys?”The rest of the group laughed and the older man of the bunch grabbed my jaw and pried it open as he unfastened his pants. He started to shove his cock in my face but pulled back for just a moment, “If you bite me I will hand you back to your daddy in pieces, understand?”I looked away from him and lost some of my defiance as he pushed his already hard cock to the back of my mouth and forced it down my throat as I gagged. Mr. Smith held me by the back of the neck. Mr. Baker stood to my right and started stroking his own cock as he watched this old man gag me until he was certain I was going to throw up. He pulled himself free of me and one of the other board members held a bucket, the other held my hair back, and it became apparent to me that I was not the first girl this has happened to.I wretched and they wiped my mouth and gave me some water to rinse my mouth with. They looked at me and smiled, “Remember, all you have to do to end it is apologize.”I coughed and gagged and the old man grabbed my jaw and pushed himself down my throat again. I could feel my throat spasming as it tried to keep this man out of it, but it only seemed to excite him as he took a few more deep and painful thrusts and spurted a thick goopy white cream into the back of my throat.He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I gagged and tried to spit it out but he grabbed my jaw and held it closed, lifting my head, he looked me in the eye, “Swallow it or drown in it.”I gagged and sputtered, some of it forced its way through my lips, but most of it was choked down. One of the other board members, a man in his late 50s with salt and pepper hair came up to me. He rubbed my throat and ran his hand over my cheek, wiping away some of my tears. I shook my head and whimpered, but he just smiled at me and shoved his cock in my mouth.My tongue tried to block it, but it just managed to push his foreskin away from the head, causing me to gag on the taste of a not-recently-washed cock. He cupped my chin in his hand and guided my head down over his cock. My fingers were flexing and trying to loosen my binding but I think I was just tightening them. I whined and he moaned as he fucked my face much more slowly than the old man had.His cock was thicker than the old man’s had been, but not as long as his had been, so while he stretched my lips, he didn’t choke me by ramming himself down the back of my throat. His cock rested on my tongue and he angled himself in such a way that he was rubbing against it. It took him longer, but he came in my mouth too. Unlike the old man, he held my mouth open after and made me hold his cum on my tongue as the last board member came over. I was crying and the second guy told me I could spit it out or swallow it. It was bitter and had already been in my mouth for so long it was just easier for me to choke it down than it was for me to let it flow down my tongue again in order to spit it out.The third board member looked down at me, his features were much softer than the other two. He was probably closer to 45 than 50. He knelt down in front of me and looked me in the eye, “Are you ready to apologize yet?”I sobbed and averted my eyes and it wasn’t long before I felt his cock, just as thick as the second guy’s and just as long as the first’s, push past my lips. I gagged and he moved slowly. Where the others had guided their cocks into my mouth, he maneuvered my head and lifted my chin to guide my lips over his cock. He wasn’t circumcised either, but his cock tasted of water so I knew he had to have recently washed himself. He was much gentler than the first two and I found that after a few minutes my tongue was circling his cock and he wasn’t moving my lips towards him so much as I was.I looked up to him, eagerness in my eyes as he smiled at me and stroked my hair, “I don’t think she’s going to apologize at all guys…” he said as he grabbed a handful of my hair and held his cock down my throat until the last rope dribbled off. He pulled himself free and smiled as he saw the blush spreading across my cheeks.Mr. Smith was a disgusting and creepy-looking 60ish year old. His hair was much more grey and black, and he had that nasty mustache that made him look like the kind of guy your mom warned you about as a k**. He walked over in front of me and I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. He was a little too eager as his dick just touched my tongue and he shot his load across my my lips and cheek.When Mr. Baker came to stand in front of me, I repeated the motion I had done with Mr. Smith. Mr. Baker was a different kind of experience though. He wasn’t an old man. He was maybe in his late 30s and he was fit with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was the kind of teacher girls fantasized over. I eagerly took his cock in my mouth and he almost had to push me back to keep me from gagging myself on his dick.He grabbed my hair to pull me back and smiled as I looked up at him and pushed myself forward still. He was blushing and bit his lip as I wrapped my tongue around the head of his cock and tilted my head to let him easily slide into my tight throat. He made some slow and gentle thrusts and I moaned, which was just enough vibration from my throat to get him to pull my hair and cum down my throat.He pulled away and walked back to the other guys and I sat back on my heels and waited. I was not going to apologize. Then I felt another hand on my cheek and turned towards it to see my dad standing beside me with his cock in his hand.My lip trembled and I looked up at him, “Daddy?”He stepped closer to me and I pulled away, “What are you doing?” I asked as I looked up at him.“You are going to apologize. If I have to make you do it myself, I will,” he spat at me as he grabbed my jaw and pulled me to him.I tightly closed my lips and tried to turn away from him, he leaned down and whispered to me, “Your mom was pregnant with you when I met her. I took you both in, raised you as my own to keep her looking like an honorable woman…I paid for you to go to this school when I didn’t have to. I put opportunity after opportunity in your lap so you wouldn’t end up a little cum slut like your mother, and now look at you.”He pushed me away from himself and I fell to the ground on my back, hands pinned under me. He sat just above my head, his legs on either side of my face and pushed his cock against my lips. I still tried to hold them tightly closed and he reached down and groped my breast, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I winced as it hurt just a little bit and he took the opportunity to put his fingers in my mouth to pry my jaw open then shoved his cock in my mouth and down my throat.He was the largest of the group of men. I had to arch my neck to keep it from hurting and it gave him the perfect angle to fuck my throat. The seks hikayeleri other men watched intently as the bulge of his cock pushed against my throat. They could see exactly how far down he was going. He was still groping my breast with one hand, and the other rested under my neck, supporting the arch I was holding so he could get his cock deep in my throat.I was trying not to gag, but my throat simply tightened around him in my efforts and he squeezed my breast each time. It was seconds, but it felt like forever as I couldn’t breathe. He pulled his cock from my mouth and I gasped as much as I could before he shoved it back in me. He removed his hand from my breast and began rubbing his cock through my neck as he rammed my throat.Again it was just seconds, maybe 20 or 30? But he pulled the tip of his dick back from my throat and rubbed it against my tongue as he came in my mouth. I was crying and gagging and he watched his cum drip from my lips and down my cheeks and chin.He smiled and wiped his cock off on my lips and rubbed my throat, which now ached, “Swallow daddy’s cum, princess,” he cooed.And I did.He pulled me back up onto my knees and I was trying to catch my breath and he continued to gently rub the front of my neck as he knew it must’ve hurt after that and he looked at me, sorrow was evident on his face. “Are you ready to apologize yet? It won’t go any further if you just tell us all that you’re sorry for challenging our authority over you.”I stayed quiet but my lip trembled and my eyes watered. I wondered if what he said was true. If he wasn’t my real father. I didn’t really look anything like him, but I assumed it was just because I took more after my mother. It had to be true. I didn’t think he would do this or allow this on his own daughter. As much of a bastard as he was, he had always been protective over my body, in a kind of creepy and almost jealous way now that I think about it.My father began untying my shirt from my hands and then removed the tie from my wrists. He rubbed my arms as they released. I hadn’t realized how much they ached but I whimpered when he touched them. He pulled my shirt from my arms then removed my bra as he looked at me with a scolding glance when he realized I had put on his wife’s underwear.Mr. Baker and Mr. Smith came over and helped me stand up as my father unzipped and unfastened my skirt and pulled it down my body. He pulled the ribbon tie on my panties and spread the fabric to either side of my pussy. I looked away from him and he ran his finger between my lips and found my hole positively dripping with fluid.He chuckled and pushed his finger into me as I tried to pull away. He rubbed me inside, getting his finger wet with my juices then ran it up to my clit and circled the small sensitive nub. I tried to clench my legs together, and both Mr. Baker and Mr. Smith firmly grasped my inner thigh and pulled my legs apart.My father, or adoptive father, or step-father or whatever he was looked to Mr. Smith and Mr. Baker and nodded to them. They picked me up and carried me over to Mr. Baker’s desk and sat me just on the edge of it. The two younger of the board members came over and took my hands from Mr. Baker and Mr. Smith and my teacher and principal put both hands on my legs, bending my knees and pulling my legs apart on either side.My father knelt in front of me and dragged his tongue between my pussy lips and I moaned involuntarily as he circled my clit with his thick tongue. I bit my lower lip and looked away from them and my father…Mr. Timmons…slowly and delicately pulled my pussy lips apart and curved his tongue along my inner wall, swirling it as he dragged it out of me then moved his lips back up to my clit and kissed it softly before closing his lips around it and flicking his tongue back and forth.I was biting my lip and trying not to moan, trying not to look at them as I turned my head away from what was happening. I had never done anything sexual aside from masturbation. This felt incredibly different and I was absolutely filled with shame as I realized I had stopped refusing to apologize out of principle when Mr. Baker pushed his cock in my mouth.I just gave in to it now and looked down at my father as his tongue and lips skillfully maneuvered around my pussy. I moaned and pushed my hips towards his rough tongue. I felt him smile as he closed his lips around my clit and pulled it gently as he pulled them away. He kissed my mound, and he kissed my tummy just below my belly button. He climbed higher and his lips pressed to my skin just between my breasts, then along my collar bone and finally up to my neck.His fingers probed me slowly, methodically, as if his fingers would need to remember my every internal curve and crevice. He sucked on my neck and I arched my back and tilted my head to give him more access. His palm pushed against my clit and his middle finger pushed in and out of my hole just slightly.I moaned and squirmed and he brought his lips down to my breast, taking my nipple between his lips and suckling me as he rubbed his finger along the elastic membrane that was my hymen. He manipulated it as his teeth closed onto my nipple, and he easily maneuvered his finger past it without harming me. The two younger board members released my hands and I propped myself up on the desk. Mr. Baker and Mr. Smith watched me move my hips towards Mr. Timmons, the man I’d known my whole life as my father, as he fingered me and sucked on my breasts.They released my legs and I kept them exactly where they had been. I was biting my lower lip and moaning through the pleasure and he stopped and rubbed his palm against my outer pussy lips, massaging my clit indirectly. He looked me in the eye and smiled, “What do you want, princes?” he cooed to me.I moaned through my words, “Fuck me, daddy, please?”He kept massaging my pussy and he nodded, “I will princess, but only after you apologize to each one of these men. If they want you to suck their cock to apologize, you do it. If they want to fuck your titties, you let them. If they just want to nut on your face, you wrap your hands around their cocks and you help them. Then, once you’ve apologized to each one of them, in turn, I will push my big daddy cock into your virgin little hole and I will let you cum all over daddy’s cock, okay?”I nodded and he walked away from me as the five other men surrounded me.I sat on the edge of the desk and the oldest board member, the one with the long and narrow cock, approached me. He looked me over and I just sat there, still completely exposed. He looked me in the eye and smirked, “I want you to suck me off then let me cum on your face.”I climbed up on the desk on all fours and knelt down until my lips were level with his cock. He was circumcised and the head was a red swollen arrow at the end of his narrow shaft. I opened my lips and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips over the tip and down the shaft until he felt my throat resisting against his head.I moved my whole body as I lowered my head and let him guide my lips at the angle he liked. I looked up to him and watched him stare at my lips going up and down his shaft. I pressed my tongue flat against the bottom and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off of his cock with an audible pop of wet suction being broken. He gave his dick a few quick tugs and released a few thick globs of cum that landed on my lip, cheek and nose.The man I had known as my father broke through the line and pointed to the board member, “Now tell Mr. Casey thank you for cumming on your face.”I winced, my voice was a little broken from the rough throat fucking my dad had given me before, but I looked at the old man as he wiped his cock with a tissue, “Thank you for cumming on my face Mr. Casey. I hope it was sufficient for you.”He nodded and the second oldest board member stepped towards me. His cock was thick but pretty short, he was uncircumcised and I gagged slightly at the memory of his dirty cock in my mouth. His voice was gruff, “Stroke me off onto your tits.”I nodded and started to climb off the desk but Mr. Baker grabbed my hip to stop me, “No, you’re going to stay right here and drip on my desk you little slut.”I looked at the desk top and realized there were little wet spots from my pussy soaking into the heavily stained wood. I sat up and nodded at Mr. Baker. He rubbed my hip then let go.The other guys helped the second board member up onto the desk so I could kneel in front of him and stroke him off onto my tits as requested. I took his cock in my hands and found it hard to rub as it wasn’t wet, so I licked up and down his shaft, pushing the foreskin away from the head as I licked around it and tried to not gag as I coated him in my saliva. Then I worked my hands gently and slowly from the base to the tip, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock and then away from it. He stroked my hair and I looked up at him as he got harder in my grip.I used one hand to hold onto his hip and my other hand started stroking him a little faster. He tangled his hand up in my hair and tugged it back as his cum shot across my nipples and pooled in the shallow crevice near my collar bone. He let go of my hair and pushed me down onto the desk rather roughly.I rather numbly sat back up and looked him in the eye, “Thank you for cumming on my breasts, Mr. Beltzer. I hope you found my efforts adequate to serve your needs.”The third board member approached me and climbed up on the desk beside me, his cock already raging and his foreskin pulled back away from the bulbous mushroom shaped knob at the end of a long thick shaft. He smiled at me and started stroking himself in front of me.“Open your mouth,” he said as he moved closer to me, “and tilt erotik hikayeler your head back.”I did as I was told and I expected him to shove his cock down my throat, but he didn’t he just jerked himself off above me then came all over my face. Where the first guy left a few globs, this one completely covered the left side of my cheek, into my hair, in my mouth and down my chin. I coughed as he flooded my mouth. “Now swallow, and lick my head clean.”I swallowed his thin syrupy cum and closed my lips around his cock head, sucking and licking all of the fluid from his skin. Then he pulled out a phone and took a photo of my cum covered face and tousled my hair before he climbed back off the desk.I coughed lightly and swallowed hard again, “Thank you for allowing me to swallow so much of your cum, Mr. Brighton. I hope…” I coughed again as what had come to mind was ‘I hope I did half as good as your daughter did with the football team’ and thought better of it. I continued my penance carefully, “I hope you found your cum on my face pleasurable.”He smiled at me and Mr. Smith came over to me. The smallest dick of the group and the premature ejaculator, not that I minded, he was gross and I’d have enjoyed this much more if he wasn’t involved. He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he moved over to me.“Sit on the edge of the desk, Miss Timmons, and lean back on your hands with your chest pushed up” he said.I positioned myself as he asked, and it was only a minute or two before a few thin streams of cum flew towards me, some landed on my stomach, but most of it just landed on the top of my thigh. I wanted to laugh at him, but I was pretty sure things would get worse for me if I did.There was no emotion in my voice as he walked away and I did my obligatory acknowledgement, “Thank you for cumming on my leg, Mr. Smith. I hope you got what you wanted out of it.”It was Mr. Baker’s turn and I waited for him to tell me what he wanted but he just stood there and took a photo of me leaning back on my hands, legs spread on his desk, cum spread over my fairly randomly, each with a different viscosity. I bit my lower lip and smiled at him as he finally stepped forward and began cleaning the cum from my body with a warm cloth and a bowl of water. His fingers caressed me through the cloth, as if he were touching me covertly so the others wouldn’t notice. He gave me a cup of water and had me drink a little bit of it.Once the cum was gone from he ran his thumb over my lower lip and pulled my jaw down slightly. He ran his palm up the side of my cheek and I was looking in his eyes as he moved closer and kissed me softly. He pulled away and smiled, then whispered to me, “On your back, hang your head off my desk and spread your legs as wide as they’ll go.”I nodded and did as I was told. I held my ankles to keep my legs spread open and Mr. Baker lifted my head by putting his hand on the back of my neck just slightly. He rubbed his cock head at my lips and I opened my mouth willingly. I accepted him and let him rub the tip of his cock along the length of my tongue as he leaned over me and groped my breasts.My hips arched as I moved to take him further down my aching throat, then I felt him grab my throat with one hand and squeeze my breast with the other, his hips pushing and pulling to and from my lips as I moaned and steadily dripped onto his desk, right in front of where he always sat in class.Then I felt someone spread my pussy again and I tried but couldn’t manage to turn my head or lift it enough to see who it was. I heard the group mumbling and plotting, someone put his finger just inside of me and rubbed my opening, spreading the slick liquid as I scooted towards them. Mr. Baker started thrusting his hips harder against my mouth and someone spread my pussy fluid up to my clit. There were so many hands on me all of a sudden. Someone was holding my ankles, someone was groping my breasts, someone was slicking my clit and someone was wetting their finger in my pussy.I arched my back and Mr. Baker thrust hard and deep against my throat, and someone pushed their wet finger into my ass, very gently poking in and out of the very edge of the hole. Then there were hands on my thighs pushing them back to spread me open more and a radiating tingle ripple through my body as Mr. Baker came in my throat and someone pushed his massively swollen cock into my pussy.I didn’t know who’s cock it was but I felt a sudden rush of pleasure, a sharp pinch of pain, and lot of fluid pour from me. I felt like I had peed myself, but the men in the room gave an excited cheer. Mr. Baker pulled his cock from my throat, he was still hard, and he tapped the tip of his cock against my lips as I panted and moaned.My nipples were hard and my pussy spasmed around the cock that began moving in and out of me. Mr Baker put his hands under my shoulders and lifted me up so I could see my father’s hands on my thighs pushing them back towards my hips and open wide. His cock glistened with my fluids and he grunted as he pushed himself as deeply into me as he could go. I moaned and arched my back.Mr. Baker cupped my breast and kissed my neck. My hand reached out towards him, he grasped my wrist and held it firmly as my daddy fucked me and fulfilled his promise to let me cum all over his cock. I whined and whimpered as Mr. Casey rubbed my clit gently. Mr. Baker grunted as he pushed my back up and climbed onto the desk behind me. He looked to my father as he groped my breasts and bit my neck wantonly.“Can I take her ass?” He moaned in my ear, but not to me.My father let go of my thighs and grabbed my wrists, pulling me up, my tits rubbing against his chest as he repositioned me on his cock and climbed up onto Mr. Baker’s desk with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck as I slowly moved up and down. There was a thick wet fluid squirted on my behind and fingers prodding my asshole, pushing the cool fluid into me and stretching and pulling at my hole.Daddy leaned back and let my lean more towards him, his hands on my bum spreading my cheeks as Mr. Baker pushed his cock-head into my ass. I whined and moaned and Daddy kissed me to quiet me as Mr. Baker grabbed my waist and pushed himself a little further into my previously virgin ass. It took them a little time but soon Daddy was balls deep in my pussy and Mr. Baker was balls deep in my ass.Mr. Baker groaned and kissed the back of my neck, pushing my hair out of the way and over my shoulder, and daddy hungrily licked and suckled my tits as I pushed them up towards his face with each bounce on his cock.Then Daddy put his lips to my ear and whispered to me, “Can you get your fingers on your cunt, baby?”I moved and pulled my hand between us and got my fingers down on my slit and nodded.He groaned and bounced me on his cock again as Mr. Baker wrapped his hand around the front of my throat and rubbed it. Then Daddy nearly spat at me as he grunted, “Good, girl, now rub your clit until you cum on daddy’s cock again. I want you to make Mr. Baker cum in your ass right when you feel your little cunt tightening on daddy okay?”I nodded and started rubbing my clit, there was so much pussy juice gathering on the top of Daddy’s cock, I dipped my fingers along it and he groaned at my touch, but my fingers came away thick with fluid and I rubbed it over my swollen and throbbing clit.I turned my head to look at Mr. Baker, his cheeks were red and he was sweating. My eyes were half closed and I moaned, which got his attention, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips as I started rubbing my clit faster and harder. My tongue slid into Mr. Baker’s mouth and he pressed his tongue down on mine to hold it there for a moment.When he pulled away from the kiss I breathily managed to moan, “Please, Mr. Baker, Please cum in tight slutty ass.”He groaned and pounded me deeply, my cunt spasmed on daddy’s cock again and I moaned and writhed against their cocks. Mr. Baker and daddy held me still so Daddy could ram his dick deep in my spasming cunt. I arched my back and Daddy clamped his lips down on my tit as he filled my cunt with his cum.Both Mr. Baker and Daddy pulled their dicks out of me, then they lay me on the desk, I smiled as I looked at Mr. Baker, “Thank you for fucking my ass so well, Mr. Baker. I hope Daddy will let you do it again sometime.” Mr. Baker blushed slightly and looked away from me.Daddy rubbed my quivering thigh and watched as the three board members propped my wobbly limbs up and filled each of my holes with their dicks. Their mouths kissed and licked and bit various parts of my body. Mr. Smith recorded everything after his second disastrous attempt to humiliate me, and I was suddenly curious about what that experience looked like from the other side. I wondered if he had gotten a good shot of the two large dicks spreading my virgin holes, or if he might have caught the drips of blood that mixed with my pussy juice when daddy tore into me.The group of old men only made me cum once more before their little pills wore off completely.When all was said and done, Daddy got my naked cum soaked body back into his car. He drove me back to his house where I was treated to a warm bath, gentle massages and ice packs as needed, and a promise that what he had said was true. I wasn’t his biological daughter, but if I promised to keep calling him daddy and treating him like my real father outside of the bedroom (and never let my mother know what he’d done or allowed), he would make sure I had a lucrative career of cumming on camera for horny old men. He also promised me that he, or Mr. Baker, as he had noticed how much I enjoyed Mr. Baker and how much Mr. Baker had enjoyed me, would fuck me silly any time I wanted.The caveat was that I had to stop trying to push a rule change in the school. I held out for a few days, but eventually I agreed to stop my rebellion and adhere to the rules. Change would come eventually, just like my mom said.
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