Chapter 02: The Beginning
Lisa Vasquez lay sprawled face down across the big desk, sobbing softly, her firm teenage tits mashed against the cold hard oak, as her professor's fat dick hammered into her from behind with long smooth strokes. Her jeans and panties lay in a tangle around her ankles, the professor too urgent to even remove her sneakers before taking her from behind.
Lisa was filled with revulsion, this was too much, even to save her brother. She had only had sex once before, when her cousin Manuel had gotten her drunk and raped her last break. She wanted nothing to do with men. She tried to struggle, but she was a little girl, and the professor was a powerful man.
The girl's refusal to respond to the fucking she was getting annoyed the professor. Most girls, even the most reluctant, usually responded by now, their bodies betraying them under his relentless and skilled assault on their erogenous zones, but Lisa just lay there sobbing and took it. There was something erotic about her fear, earlier, but this was just sad.
She was a beauty though, the professor mused philosophically, tracing a finger down the middle of her tanned back, from her raven hair right down to her teeny tiny asshole. He touched her back door with his thumb, just a little bit of pressure, but it brought out fresh moans and muttering in Spanish. Annoyed now, he grabbed her hair and forced her down, and slammed into her even harder, causing Lisa to cry out. The professor clamped a hand over the schoolgirl's mouth and whispered threats into her ear.
Outside the office, Julie Collins sat quietly, listening at the door, fingering herself gently through her panties as she listened to her beloved master pummeling another undeserving little tramp.
She laughed at her self a little bit, remembering a time years ago when she had been just a scared high school kid, caught red handed with her friend Stephanie spraying graffiti inside the school gym.
Since Steph had done the actual spraying, he let Julie off with a warning, but Steph wasn't so lucky, or was, depending on your perspective. The professor did this whole big speech about jail that Julie now understood as bullshit, and then "reluctantly" cut a deal to let Steph off if she just stripped down to her bra and panties for him. Of course, that was bullshit also, Stephanie was a smoking hot blonde, and once the professor saw her in her panties, it was all over.
He kept escalating his demands, and before long he was "reluctantly" fucking her up the ass right there on the hardwood, her panties still around her thighs and her tits mashed against the floor, her eyes wide open with shock. He looked right at Julie as she edged towards the door.
"Come here." he said.
Julie did as she was told, mesmerized, he never broke rhythm as he fucked her friends ass steadily. He reached out his hand and she took it, he pulled her to him, against his side, his hand cupping her ass through her shorts.He gestured towards Stephanie, now barely conscious under the relentless pounding she was getting.
"Your turn will come." he said, smiling.
Julie shivered. No " unless you change your ways?" just a simple statement of fact. Her pussy did a little flip.
The professor suddenly picked up his pace, then stiffened, holding her tighter to him and staring into her eyes as he pulled out and came over and over onto her best friend's ass and back. Later that night she lay in bed, thinking about those eyes. She fingered herself to orgasm that night thinking of her professor, and again the next morning.
Over the next few weeks, she became more and more obsessed with the professor, her panties drenched by the end of the every day.
Stephanie went straight after the ordeal, ended up going to an all girl school, probably became a nun. Julie went the other way, daring trouble till she eventually got busted again, stealing from the school store. The professor brought her into his office after catching her red handed, closed the door and began his routine...telling her how disappointed he was and how he had to call the cops...Julie wasn't even listening, as soon as the door was locked, she was on her knees in a flash, feverishly fumbling for his zipper.
She let out a sound that was half cry, half moan as his big dick came into view. Julie was a novice cocksucker, but she made up in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience, and soon the professor was shooting his load down her throat.
The professor took her to a hotel later that day and spent hours putting her through her paces, delighted to learn he was the first man to penetrate her virgin holes, exploring her considerable capacity for orgasm in the process. By the time he dropped her off near her house, she was completely his, body and soul, and told him so.
She became the professor's favorite, then, after she decided his method of waiting for girls to screw up was too slow and unreliable, his assistant, helping him snare her classmates in situations he could take advantage of.
Towards the end of her senior year, she managed to convince 4 members of the Volleyball team to steal a test, of course making sure they got caught by the professor as well. All four girls had scholarships at risk, so were easy prey for blackmail, and the professor took full advantage. He got the four girls plus Julie in his office and went through his routine, wondering out loud how he could not call in the school district or tell their parents, permanent record, blah blah blah. He had called the girls in straight from practice, and they were all dressed identically in shorts and tank tops, sneakers and knee socks, hair in ponytails.
Julie tried not to smile as she watched the faces of the other girls turn from fear to horror as they slowly came to the realization of what he was after. Mindy, a tall leggy brunette, was the first to figure it out and cave, blurting
"I'll do whatever you want, I'll suck your dick, I just can't lose my scholarship."
The other girls looked on in horror. Katie Thomas, a really cute redhead and the youngest of the girls, having just turned 18 a week ago, looked about ready to die, her already rosy complexion now a deep shade of red. Leslie Chang, a gorgeous Asian girl with big almond eyes, looked nervous but determined, her parents weren't the sort to let cheating go unpunished. They were already pissed at her for not being a boy.
Only Amanda Clark, the team captain, blond bombshell, and the definition of the all American girl looked defiant, her clear blue eyes narrowed as she stared down the professor.
"I don't know about this," she said. "It seems worse than just coming clean."