Alpha Annie by Olivia Palmer
(gg, ff, FFff, Fff, inc, oral, anal, dom, ws, scat)
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 not of legal age to view adult content, then do not read it.
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Copyright 2016 by Olivia Palmer, all rights reserved.
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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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