Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2016 20:34:43 -0400
From: Olivia Palmer <olivia.octavia.palmer@gmail.com>
Subject: Alpha Annie (gg, ff, FFff, Fff, inc, oral, anal, dom, ws, scat)

Alpha Annie
by Olivia Palmer

(gg, ff, FFff, Fff, inc, oral, anal, dom, ws, scat)

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This story is a work of fiction and does not purport to depict any real
people, places, or situations.  It is entirely fantasy and should be
treated as such.  This story describes explicit sexual acts between girls,
teen girls, and women.  If this type of content offends you or if you are
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My name is Annie, and I bet I'm not like most of the bitches you've met.
And that's fine with me.

From the very beginning I knew I was different.  Didn't much care.  I'd
kick ass if I couldn't lick ass, that was my motto by the time I hit high
school.  Way back when, back when I was just a scrawny kid, I was more
subtle about it all.  I was a girl.  I had manners.  I had restraint and
composure and respect for others.  That was back when my mom was around to
show me things.

But then I had to face life on my own, and that's when I decided to just
say "fuck it".  Life's short.  Fucking fuck as much as you fucking can.  Or
kick ass trying.

In fourth grade I licked my first pussy, and that was it.  Gone.  Over and
done.  If there had been any doubt before, there wasn't any after!

Kylie was my best friend, this tiny thing built like a stick figure, but I
loved her.  We'd been kissing and cuddling since pre-school, finally
figuring out how to open our mouths and use our tongues in the summer
before fourth grade.  That was something!  Two sweaty skinny girls off on
cloud nine right there in the back yard on the trampoline, making out every
day in our bathing suits, sneaking little boobie rubs over the thin fabric,
absolutely high with lust.

Her mom and my mom were lovers already, but our dads didn't have a clue
about it.  They hadn't tried to hide it from us, though.  It was like they
wanted us to know.

So we had to agree to only make out when our dads weren't home.  By fifth
grade my mom gave into the idea about showing us, finally, how to do it
all.  Kylie's mom smoked a lot of pot, and she'd gotten my mom hooked, too.
It made them want to touch us, I think, and they eventually couldn't stand
waiting.

So from that point all the way through middle school we were a foursome,
two moms and their girls – licking, munching, slurping, poking,
pinching, pissing, fisting, farting, even shitting with each other.  It can
bend reality for a kid.  And Kylie and me got bent.

Of course we smoked with them too, and hit the wine.  And snorted some coke
a few times.  Our moms talked our dads into homeschool just before seventh
grade, so for a couple years it was a permanent party every school day.

Have you ever gotten stoned, drunk, high, whatever, and been able to fuck a
lot, however you fucking pleased?  If so, then you know you do some weird
shit.  And you tend to want to do more of it, more often.  And when you're
a kid doing those things, that drops some boundaries.  And when you're a
kid doing that shit with your own mom?  Well, those boundaries don't just
drop.  They disappear forever.

I won't apologize.  I loved what we did.  Loved it.  I am a sick, twisted,
perverted dyke, and I love it.  Thanks Mom!

Of course, it couldn't last.

First Kylie's dad, then my dad, they figured us out.  One divorce, then
two.

When it was all said and done, our moms shacked up once and for all,
officially out, officially checked out.  They moved into a trailer in a
sketchy part of town and lived off the alimony, spent their days high and
horny, naked, unwashed, and happy.  Or so they would say on the phone, in
texts.  We didn't see our moms for years and years after the divorce.
Couldn't, not legally, until we were adults.

After a whole shitload of lawyering and screaming and all that, in return
for not pressing any more charges of abuse than what the state
automatically leveled, our dads required our moms to totally give up
custody, no visitation, no nothing, and the family court set up restraining
orders and all that bullshit.  Our moms each still served eleven months in
jail and then did like a billion hours of community service at the soup
kitchen and had to see court-mandated therapists for years, playing that
silly rehabilitation game.  Faking it so they could keep fucking around
like they wanted at home, that's what they'd say.

Kylie and I texted and sexted with our moms, had a great time on Kik for a
while, but eventually it wasn't enough real touching and tasting and
playing.

You see, Kylie's dad moved them out of state, across the country.  Once he
figured out we were still fucking around using our phones, though, that was
it.  Kylie was done with a phone.  And no Internet, no nothing.  Not even
at school was she allowed online.  He totally cut her off from us.

Me?  Pretty soon Dad moved us, too.  He got a better job to support the
court-mandated lifestyle trap he'd negotiated for himself with my mom.  We
ended up three counties away, on the coast, where he settled us into a
little apartment and proceeded to ignore me, working fourteen-hour days,
drinking too much, and masturbating late at night in the kitchen, his
glazed eyes fixed on his laptop screen, watching camwhores do boring things
to their boring vaginas.

My dad's disinterest was nothing new – how else had mom and I fooled his
self-absorbed ass for so long?  I figured out that I well and truly hated
him, for eternity.  If he wanted detachment, I could give him detachment.
We settled on some basic rules of cohabitation: I didn't bother him, and he
didn't bother me.  I didn't waste money and he would keep giving me an
allowance.  I even got mom's old car, and I could keep driving it as long
as I didn't bother him about anything ever.  My job was to take care of
myself.  So I did.  It was pretty clear that he well and truly hated me,
too.

So for a while I stayed solo.  I fucked myself with my fingers, hands,
vegetables, softball bats, whatever I could find.  I was an angry,
maladjusted bitch a year too old for her grade, hitting my sophomore year
of high school with a vengeance.

But I got so tired of being horny and alone.

I played soccer, volleyball, and softball, and I was good at them all.
Really good.  Coaches were telling me I could get scholarships if I started
doing more than just the bare minimum to pass my classes and stay eligible
to play.  So I decided to care a little more, started getting straight A's,
and quickly became the alpha girl-jock of my new high school.  I was
six-foot-two at that point, still skinny as a rail, and kept my head shaved
all around except right on top, this cute blonde spike that I streaked with
pink, sometimes purple, sometimes green.  Nostril pierced.  Lip pierced.
Eyebrow pierced.  Seven in my ears.  What a bitch to pull all that shit out
every practice and every game, but I looked hot as hell with or without
them, and I knew it.

I was a boy-gorgeous lesbo goddess – a tough, tall, horny bitch, no
denying it.  And of course I was out.  Way out.  The dyke poster child.

Had to get in some fights with a few big redneck senior girls before their
beat-downs convinced the rest of the herd to leave me the hell alone.  All
but one of those cunts ended up pregnant before the end of the year,
though, and faded from importance at the school anyway.

The one who didn't get knocked up ended up seeing me on the side for a
while, which of course was the perfect ending for that little problem.  Her
fat ass cheeks always hid a tasty little half-wiped hole – it was never,
ever clean – and I loved to snack on it whenever she came around,
waiting for me after practice next to my mom's old car, smoking her nasty
cigarettes and never able to look me in the eyes, but with hunger seeming
to vibrate her whole body.

Her boyfriend, her parents, everybody, they knew she was mine.  After her
black eyes went away and the bump in her nose stopped looking so bad, she
started showing up, never talking, just climbing into my car and taking off
her clothes without a word.  She seemed to enjoy her place as my ass-snack.
I'd eat it – sloppy, slurpy, drooly ass-munching bliss – then I'd
finger her a little while she strummed her clit in embarrassed, excited
joy, sprawled across my back seat; then I'd grind my hairy blonde pussy all
over her face until she was soaked and stinking.

I'd let her out of my car and send her on her way, admiring her wobbly
stagger as her chubby ass strained against her too-tight Lady Wranglers, a
stain obvious in the crotch, even from behind, and her huge country tits
bouncing inside her tight t-shirt, the sides of her boobs tick-tocking into
view even from behind as she would struggle to get control of herself atop
those silly shit-kicker boots, slowly coming down from her thrill of shame
as she made her way to the senior parking lot and her shiny, gigantic
pickup truck.

I got bored with her after a couple months, but for a while it was awesome
fucking her like that in broad daylight, in my car, right there where
anybody at school could walk by and see.  Sealed my rep, no doubt about it.
But I had other sexual goals.

My teammates on varsity were all juniors and seniors, but there was one
other sophomore on the volleyball team – Josie – and it was pretty
clear from the beginning that she was every bit as gay as me.  We didn't
hook up for a long time, though.  I enjoyed torturing her, accidental
brushes-by in the locker room, in the huddle, and of course in volleyball
you pat asses constantly.  I patted Josie's often, and hard.  Spanked her,
right there on the court.  She was our number one libero, and I tried to
smack her good both coming and going, as often as possible.  She was short
for a volleyball player – only about five-four – with strong legs and
broad shoulders and no tits at all, but she was gorgeous, so fucking
pretty, with the cutest, sweetest mouth, those full lips, that little
up-turned nose....  And she colored up nice and red, from her neck to the
roots of her brown pony-tailed hair, whenever I landed a good, hard hand on
her muscular ass.

The rest of the girls?  Well, it's a stereotype by now, isn't it?  Female
athletes are all closet lesbians, right?  Well, that's not true.  They're
all either lesbians or bisexuals, though.  How about that?

Even the most pure and hetero girl, you take her and get her playing a
sport – playing it hard, for real, to improve and excel – you get her
blood pumping, the sweat pouring, her body working for long enough, often
enough, and that hormone boost does things to her.  She'll start to
masturbate at night before bed and in the morning before getting up.
She'll start thinking about getting off.  All the time.  About getting off
with those girls in the locker room... that girl in fourth period... that
girl who writes her name on the cup at Starbucks... it's true.  She'll
still be hetero in her heart and mind, but in her crotch she's just horny.
She'll fuck whatever she can.

Then, when her playing days are over, that bisexual stuff is usually just a
distant dream, the hormones resettle, and hetero-Sally is once again as
man-only as she can be.  But for maybe half, that old feeling sticks
around.  And it can be taken advantage of by a twisted bitch like me.

Exhibit A: Mary Alice Oliveira.  She was our school's assistant principal
and athletic director, and she was married to some manager at some
insurance agency, had two kids still in elementary school, and was a little
too fat for the clothes she liked to wear.  In college she'd played
volleyball on a scholarship, and for a while she was a pro in a Brasilian
league.  That's where she met her husband, Mr. Manager-guy, and eventually
she dragged him back to the USA and started dropping brats for him.

She loved helping us practice and watching us play, and she came to
everything we did.  She drove the team bus and arranged the team meals and
was basically the team mom.  It was clear she missed playing.  It was clear
she missed everything about volleyball, including the girls.  She was in
her mid thirties, and she was obviously soaking wet about nine-tenths of
the time she was around us.

The other girls on the team just laughed at her behind her back and made
jokes about "rug-muncher Mary" stalking them all the time.  Josie and I,
however, were a little more contemplative about things.  For me, I saw in
Mrs. Oliveira a nice new mommy to fuck – or mind-fuck, at the very
least.  For Josie, I think she just wanted a chance to touch and be touched
by any woman who might be remotely interested.  I had a feeling Josie was
still technically a virgin, that her lesbianism was merely theoretical at
that point, strictly confined to masturbatory fantasies and future hopes
and dreams.

I decided I'd stick them together.  Satisfy both.  Maybe get off a little
in the process.

Mary Alice was gathering towels after practice late in the season, just
before playoffs, and there was only me and Josie still showering.  Even
Coach Buchanan had gone home.  We had a little ritual, one we'd settled
into since about the mid-point of the season, once we'd both realized how
obvious our interests were.  We showered last.  Dead last.  Waited until
every other girl was out and gone.  Then we went in and stood side by side
at one of the gang shower heads – you know, the ones that are a pillar
rising up from the tile floor, with four spigots at the top spraying the
water for four girls to shower at a time around it.

I washed her.  She washed me.  I gave her a little slippery rub, front and
back, but never enough to come.  She did the same to me.  We grinned and
kept our eyes locked.  We never kissed.  Never suckled.  Never embraced.
We just soaped each other up, rinsed each other off, and enjoyed being so
close to something more.  Stayed right on that edge.

I knew Josie was complete putty in my hands, if I'd wanted her to be.  She
was clearly willing to take things in any direction I wanted it to go.

So one day as we were finishing up I walked back out of the shower, telling
Josie, "Hang on, babe, I forgot to get something."  Naked and dripping, I
padded over to where Mrs. Oliveira was fumbling around with the towels, not
twenty feet from the opening to the showers and just barely out of sight of
where we usually stood.  We both knew she peeped at us.  We both loved it.

I walked right up to Mary Alice and held out my right hand.

"Want another towel?" the woman asked, flustered and flushing.  She was
clearly nervous, eyes wide, staring at me up and down.  My tits were small,
firm b-cups, and my nipples were long and stiff in the dank, cool locker
room air.  My legs and pits and pussy were unshaven and wetly matted
against my young tight skin.  I knew I was a delicious sight.

I simply grasped her wrist and pulled.  "No, you hot fucking bitch," I
growled.  "I want you."

Mary Alice Oliveira gasped and dropped the towels.  She let me lead her to
the entrance of the showers.  She stood, staring hard, at Josie while I
stripped her bare.  Josie began to masturbate openly once Mary Alice's
breasts were exposed, her heavy round tits with brown, hardening nipples
three times fatter than my own.  Her bra had cut deep pink pressure lines
across the top of her wide areolae, the demi-cup much too small for the
flesh it had been trying to contain.  Josie's mouth hung slack, and with
her other hand she began pinching her nipples in time with her strumming
fingers, hard at work on her mound.

Down below, Mary Alice wore a thong beneath her stylish, too-tight
trousers, and as I peeled it off I made sure to bring it up to my nose,
inhaling its musky perfection for both to see, and then stuffing all of its
sweet dampness into my mouth.  I stepped back, nomming on my panty-prize,
and appreciated our assistant principal's beauty.  She was twenty pounds
too heavy, but she wore it very well.  Her tits and hips and ass were full
and soft – so ripe and ready for touching and rubbing.  Her belly was
only a little round, which of course is sexy like almost nothing else on
earth, and she was utterly, totally shaved.

Her pussy, fat outer lips and no inner lips to be seen, was already seeping
juice down the insides of her thighs.  I realized both she and Josie were
standing still, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted.  My head spun, I
felt blood rush hard into my nipples, my crotch.  I was in charge, no doubt
about it.  What did I want them to do?

I spit her panties onto the floor and then reached out and gently turned
Mary Alice around, grasping her shoulder and lightly pulling.  She was
breathing fast already.  I could see her pulse pounding in her throat.  Her
hair was cut in a wedge, bottle-red, and as she presented her back to Josie
I grasped her short hair at the back of her head.  The woman groaned but
didn't resist.  I couldn't see her face, but she trembled, and I imagined
her eyes were probably closed.  Her hands were limp at her sides.

I used my grip on Mary Alice's head to bend her over, telling her, "Reach
down and grab your ankles, spread your feet.  Show me your fat ass."

Mrs. Oliveira did as she was told, groaning again, and soon I was standing
back a little, admiring the round cheeks, hands on my hips.  I let her stay
that way for at least a minute, checking to see that Josie had a good view.
Then, "Reach back and spread those perfect cheeks, bitch, and show me that
tasty little asshole."

Well, much to my surprise and pleasure, it wasn't little!  It was big and
brown and obviously well-used.  Mr. Manager-guy clearly had a fetish.  Or
maybe she did.  My cunt flooded, and before I knew it I had a finger fully
inserted in her rectum.

"Oh- Oh GOD!" Mary Alice cried out, but then she was silent, still bent
over, still spreading her ass for me.

"Shut the fuck up," I told her, hooking my finger and pulling up hard.  She
whimpered.  Her legs trembled.  "You know you like things in your big fat
ass.  I can tell.  It's fucking obvious."

And she did.  I pulled out and immediately re-inserted two fingers.  I
began pumping.  She had already been humid enough and loose enough for this
to cause only a minimal discomfort, and only for a moment.  Within a few
seconds of pumping her asshole began to ooze a little brown goop onto my
fingers and hand.  It began to drip down onto the tiles between her feet.
The older woman saw it, smelled it, and sobbed.  Then groaned.  I'd added a
third finger.

"Dirty bitch, aren't you?" I asked, pumping harder.  I looked back at Josie
and motioned with my other hand for her to come close.  She skipped light
as a feather to my side and gawked at our assistant principal's nasty mess
of an ass.  I used my free hand to collect and start to spread the brown
leakage all over her cheeks and lower back.  I could feel inside her,
against the tips of my fingers, a nice mess about break free.

And, since I'm such a wicked, horny bitch, of course that meant it was time
for Josie to get dirty, too.

"Get on your knees, right here," I commanded, pointing at the ground
between Mary Alice's feet.  Josie instantly knelt right in the middle of
the little shit droplets, leaning back a bit, her nose almost bludgeoned by
my hand pumping against the older woman's ass.

"She's about to shit her guts out, all over you," I told my teammate, "So
hold still."

Josie's eyes were wide and watering from the stink that was all over all
three of us.  Both her hands were furiously working on her pussy.  Her
breathing was ragged.  Her mouth was hanging open, almost in disbelief,
certainly in wonder.  I couldn't tell if she'd decide to keep it open or
not.  Maybe she didn't understand what was about to happen, but I was damn
sure going to see that it did.

Mrs. Oliveira's groans were regular and loud now, and her grip on her ass
cheeks remained firm.  She was bending a little at the knees and fucking
back at my fingers.  It was clear she was holding her shit inside for all
she was worth, but that effort was doomed to fail.

I reached out with my free hand, still wet with shit-smear, and pinched at
her big hanging tit.  I grasped the nipple and yanked-released-yanked, over
and over.  Mary Alice began to moan and yip, alternating with the actions
of my hands, clearly about to lose all self control.  I looked down at
Josie.

"Make sure you catch it all..." I warned her.  Then I pulled my fingers
free from the older woman's sloppy, loose asshole.  Shit-drool flowed
freely down onto her swollen, shaved pussy.  Josie reflexively cupped both
hands a little lower, letting the diarrhea pool in her palms.  She stared
at it with the most hilarious sort of face – disgusted, excited, afraid,
aroused, curious, repulsed – all of it at once, I fucking swear.  I
chuckled a little, couldn't help it.  Josie glanced blankly up at me,
helplessly locked amid all those emotions, and then silently turned back to
staring at the liquid shit now filling up her hands.

I leaned down near our assistant principal's face and whispered, "Now, on
the count of three, you let it out.  Got it?" The woman nodded instantly,
vigorously.  She moaned, low and long, in her throat.  I stood up and back,
a little to the side of the two of them, so I could see it all.

"Good.  Ready now.  One... two...  three!"

With a harsh cry, Mary Alice bent lower at the knees and strained, pulling
her ass cheeks even further open.  A crack, then a loud series of bubbling,
harsh farts, and glob after glob of semi-soft shit shot out of her ass and
onto Josie's shocked face, neck, and chest.  Josie didn't move, but she did
close her mouth and eyes.  Her entire front was soon brown and dripping, a
stinky, gorgeous mess.

Mary Alice was panting, her head down, eyes closed.  I stepped forward and
grabbed her once again by the short hair at the back of her head.  "Turn
around and look at what you did," I demanded, yanking the woman off balance
and forcing her to stumble into a bent-over position facing my teammate.
Josie was a brown little statue on her knees, plastered in shit, her chest
rising and falling rapidly.

"Look at that!" I still had the woman by the hair, and I shook her head
cruelly, making her cry a little.  "You dirty, nasty bitches!"  I laughed,
because it was very fucking funny to see Josie like that, frozen in shock
and lust, so degraded and gross.  It was even funnier to feel the ripe,
perverted flesh of a woman twice my age right up next to me, sweating,
stinking, and trembling all over with excitement and shame.  Both of these
bitches were mine, and I loved it.

"Now get down there and LICK HER CLEAN!" I screamed, shoving our assistant
principal's head at Josie's brown, dripping tits.  The woman squealed and
fell forward, losing her balance and crashing face-first into Josie's
torso, knocking her back, bowling her over onto the cold tile floor.  They
lay in a tangle of limbs, slick with shit, and both were panting, clutching
at each other, waiting for more.

"LICK HER FUCKING CLEAN YOU USELESS FUCKING CUNT!" I screamed at Mary
Alice.  With a bare foot I swung at her gorgeous round ass, kicking her
hard, knocking her head up against Josie's left ear.  They both cried out
and clutched each other even harder.  I shoved my big toe up Mary Alice's
loose, slimy brown asshole and yanked up, causing her to yelp again.

But then she lifted her face, opened her mouth, and began to lick and suck
at the shit that was plastered all over Josie's neck.  Josie threw her head
back and moaned.  She cradled Mrs. Oliveira's head tenderly in one hand
while the woman began to work her over, and she let her other hand roam
freely along our assistant principal's naked side and back.  Soon they were
both moaning.

And I had to pee.

Without warning them, I let loose with a full bladder of strong,
under-hydrated, stinky post-practice piss.  Starting at their heads and
ending at Mary Alice's full, delicious ass, I soaked them.  It stank like a
sewer, and they were beginning to slide their bodies back and forth,
enjoying the slick feel of shit and piss between them.

I watched for a while, rubbing myself, enjoying the view, until Mary Alice
had managed to lick enough of Josie's face most of the way clean.  Josie's
eyes finally opened, although watering and red, and she could see me
fucking myself at the sight of the two of them.  I leered down at her,
grinning, riding a nice pre-come surge.  She smiled back at me, as if from
a million miles away, lost in the moment.  She still looked shocked, but I
knew she was loving it.

"Now, Mrs. Oliveira," I commanded, "I want you to eat this girl's pussy and
make her come."

Mary Alice eagerly slid down to Josie's crotch and locked her mouth over
Josie's spread, pink cunt.  Josie cried out in delight, obviously enjoying
cunnilingus for the first time.  She rolled her head back and forth and was
almost instantly coming, squealing, arching her back and curling her toes.
She humped her crotch against Mary Alice's face, reaching down to pull at
her hair and keep her close, while her knees bent and her feet tried to
clutch at the sides of the woman's head.  It was adorable.  And it was not
enough for me.

As Mrs. Oliveira finally finished her work on Josie's excited cunt, and as
Josie finally relaxed her legs and sighed, spasming less and less as she
came down from her orgasm, I prodded the older woman in the ribs with my
toe.  She was on her belly in the middle of the shitty, pissy, nasty tile
of the shower room entrance, and she was sucking gently on the inside of
Josie's muscular thigh.

"Stick a finger in her ass," I commanded, "And fuck her with it."  Mary
Alice immediately, eagerly, wiggled a digit into the girl's tight asshole.
Josie gasped and grimaced at the brief flash of pain.  But then the
intrusion, as it always is with a finger in the ass, quickly became a
welcomed, pleasurable thing.  Mary Alice gently, lovingly, began to rotate
and pump her finger in and out of Josie's hole.

I took a step up to Josie's head and straddled it, then squatted, facing
her feet so I could watch Mrs. Oliveira at work.  "Eat my cunt, bitch," I
told my teammate, and I immediately dropped my pussy onto the girl's
shit-streaked, piss-stinking, surprised face.

"Mmmm-mmmppghhh!" Josie was soon mildly suffocating, of course.  Her heels
tapped on the tiles, but her hands remained limp at her sides.  Mary Alice
didn't stop pumping that asshole, either.  I had been right.  This nasty
lady was into ass.  Everything about ass.  My kind of bitch!

I came up off Josie's face a little, and she sucked hard for breath.  I
looked down at her and grinned.  She grinned back, weakly, but a grin
nonetheless.

"You like that?" I asked.

She rasped back, "Yeah."

"So repay my kindness," I told her, "and while I fuck your face again, this
time I want you to piss until you're empty, right in that old fat bitch's
mouth.  Understand?"

"Yeah, OK, yeah.  Fuck," Josie croaked.  "God yeah- fuck yeah I will."

I dropped back onto her face and began to grind.  "I WON'T GET UP UNTIL
THAT FUCKING BLADDER IS FUCKING EMPTY!" I screamed.  "YOU HEAR ME YOU
FUCKING BITCH?"

Soon Josie's heels were tapping, her legs were thrashing, and her hands
were on her tits, twisting savagely at her own nipples.  I humped her face
from asshole to clit and back again, going from her chin to her nose,
bumping and grinding on her open mouth, her teeth hard, sharp, and painful
on my tender cuntflesh, stopping now and then to bear down on her open
mouth, feeling her tongue probing up into me.

Meanwhile, Mary Alice had two fingers in Josie's ass, pumping her steadily,
while her other hand splayed the girl's pussy open.  Her mouth was an inch
away, open and ready for its reward.  For a moment, I began to truly worry
that Josie would pass out before being able to follow through with my
demand, but then she finally pulled her knees up a little, calmed her lower
body, and released gushing torrent of dark yellow piss straight into our
assistant principal's wide open mouth.

I rose up a little, allowing Josie to finally suck some harsh breaths down
while she pushed hard to get totally empty.  She had her hands on her cunt
now, spreading wide, and her hips were raised, her ass off the floor.  With
Mary Alice's fingers still working away, it was clear that Josie was about
to come as she squeezed out the last drops of her piss.

Seeing that sent me over the edge.  I rubbed my clit and dug deep at my
pussy, alternating, finally hitting the right rhythm, until I found my
vision tunneling a little and my head going light.  A rush of sensation
jolted my cunt, electric bolts of orgasm hitting me hard, shaking me all
over.  My pussy flooded, raining down all over Josie's gasping face and
neck and shit-slopped tits.  She flew a hand over her clit, coming hard
right as I was in mid-squirt, and both of us mewled and squirmed in
helpless, horny agony for several more seconds.

Catching my breath and steadying my balance, I finally rose up out of my
squat and surveyed the damage.  Shit and piss were all over both bitches
and all over the tile around them.  My shitty footprints were like a
marking of territory all around Josie's head and shoulders.  Mary Alice was
still on her belly, her fat tits squashed against the soiled shower room
tiles, her round, delicious ass was streaked with drying shit and piss, her
cheeks opened just enough for me to see her sloppy loose asshole still
winking up at me.  The urge fall face-first into that tasty crack was
almost overwhelming.

Mrs. Oliveira still had two fingers in Josie's ass, but they were sitting
still, resting deep.  Her face was a piss-soaked ruin.  Mascara ran down
her cheeks.  Her hair was stuck wetly against her head in a mess of pissy
strands.  She was staring in wonder at Josie's open, dripping cunt, as if
memorizing every little detail, just in case this might be her last chance
to see it.

Josie's eyes were closed and her breathing was still rapid.  Her hands had
fallen away from her pussy and were limp at her sides, sticking wetly to
the soiled tiles.  Her shit-streaked breasts and belly rose and fell
deliciously as she struggled to get her breathing under control.  She had a
huge, purple hickey on her neck.  Mary Alice had left her mark!  I
suppressed a chuckle and poked my big toe against it.  Josie looked up at
me, questioning.

"This is perfect," I told her.  "Don't you fucking dare try to hide it."

I moved my toe away and let Josie feel for the spot.  Of course, she'd need
a mirror before she could clue into what I meant.  Nevertheless, I gave
another command.

"And I want to see a new one on you, somewhere that only some other dumb
bitch could put it on you, once a day for the next week.  That means seven
more.  In seven places you can't do for yourself.  And I want this dumb
bitch to do it."  I poked my toe at Mrs. Oliveira, against her messy cheek.
She turned her face and suckled, my toe slipping into her soft warm mouth.
I felt my pussy juicing up again, but I pulled my foot away.  I had other
shit to do that evening, for fuck's sake.  Like trigonometry.

"And if I see what I need to see, every day for this next week, little
bitch, then after that I will reward you with more new shit to do with your
hot little horny-ass body.  Shit you won't believe somebody could make you
do.  But you'll do it.  And you'll love it.  Got it?"  Josie nodded and
rubbed absently at her nipples.

"As for you," I turned to sneer down at Mary Alice, whose fingers were
still deep in Josie's ass, and whose face was still dripping and eager, "if
you give Josie what I require for the next seven days, then I'll fuck your
ass with my fucking fist.  If you don't, I'll just beat your ass, and you
won't be able to sit down for a week."

I poked her in the temple with my toe, hard.  She let her head get shoved
over, then brought her face down until her mouth was against Josie's pussy,
kissing it tenderly.  She nodded as she kissed, murmuring over and over,
"Yes... yes...."

"Good," I said, and walked away to the shower, soaping myself up.  Our
assistant principal was still sweetly loving on my teammate's slippery
crotch, and Josie was still absently rubbing at herself, one hand at her
breasts, another feeling at the spot on her neck.  I finished quickly, not
much caring how clean I really got.  I just wanted to leave while they were
still literally down.

I yanked on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and walked back to stand over them
once more.  It had been another five minutes and they had gotten back into
it on their own.  The older woman's mouth was once again sealed to Josie's
pussy, and Josie was rotating her hips as Mary Alice pumped fingers into
her ass.  Josie pulled up hard on her nipples.  She groaned and gazed
happily at me, face still streaked with shit, her body still reeking of
human waste.

I smirked and began to walk away.  "I guess you earned your fun," I called
back over my shoulder.  "Have a blast cleaning this shit up."

Out in the parking lot, the sun was setting.  Not many cars were left, just
kids in clubs, some nerds at band practice, the ROTC nuts at the far end of
the parking lot doing their drills.  I got to my car and saw her, leaning
against my back door on the driver side, smoking a Marlboro 100.  My chubby
redneck bitch.  She was back.  Despite my warning to stay away.

Just a few weeks before I'd told her, and not nicely, "You come back
around, you better give me more than just a fat ass.  You better be ready
to get serious.  But I don't think you can do that.  Not a dumb bitch like
you.  You come back and I won't be so nice."

I sighed and walked up to her, bending down to kiss her deeply, my tongue
slipping into her nasty cigarette-polluted mouth.  We frenched for a full
minute, at least, before I straightened back up, took the still-lit
cigarette from her fat fingers, and jammed it into the side of her neck.  I
hit the same spot where Josie, back in the locker room, would soon be
discovering Mary Alice's monster hickey.

The bitch flinched and jerked away from me, slamming reflexively to the
side, into my car door.  She bounced off and fell hard to her knees,
clutching in pain at her neck, sobbing.  I pushed her backward and she fell
on her large round ass.  I jammed a tennis shoe against her crotch, pinning
her to the asphalt while I dug out my keyfob and unlocked the car.

I shook my head, staring down at her, and then I spit on her upturned face.
Hit her forehead, slid down around the edge of her eye, into her ear.

"Open your mouth," I commanded, and she did.  I gathered a huge mouthful of
spit and bent over slightly, drooling it onto her cigarette-stained tongue.
She got too much and began to choke, so I stomped on her crotch.  She
gasped and rolled onto her side, clutching at herself, still sputtering,
while I opened the back door.

"So go ahead," I growled.  "Get in."

And, slowly but surely, she did, waiting for me on her knees.  I cruelly
yanked her too-tight Wranglers over her fat ass and down to her knees.  She
lay her cheek on my seat, one hand still sobbing and fingering her burned
neck.  The other hand was up between her thighs, prodding her chubby pussy.
Her asshole was dirtier than ever this time, like she hadn't wiped at all
in several days.  She reeked of old shit and piss.

"Nice!" I praised, patting her delicious round cheeks, then spreading them
wide.  "This is more like it!  I bet every kid in class can smell your
dirty ass all day long.  What a pig."

I stood in the parking lot and bent down through the open door to sniff and
lick at my prize.  Then I shoved her forward and climbed in to eat what was
mine.

Several minutes later, as my tongue was deep into my exploration of my
redneck bitch's wrinkled, filthy hole, I saw Josie and Mrs. Oliveira in the
distance, emerging side-by-side from the locker room.  They were holding
hands, and together they got into the assistant principal's car.  I felt a
little twinge, I'll admit, witnessing such obvious affection.  But, then
again, that was my prize as well.  That relationship was mine.  I would do
whatever I wanted with it.

Just like I did with that bitch's nasty ass.

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