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Subject: Repost: Fantasia -- Suffering Students 3/25
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SUFFERING STUDENTS 3/25
by V.P. Viddler
3
That was Friday.
On Monday we thought of a refinement on my plan. All the guys
wrote their names on pieces of paper and put them all into a hat. And
when Gloria showed up in the lunchroom, we made her pick the boy of
the day out of the hat. Once picked, that boy was eliminated for the
rest of term, but each day Gloria had to pick from the remainder.
Monday it was Ralph Birnbaum. Gloria didn't want to do it,
naturally. She pleaded frantically with me. She argued, and promised,
and begged. And she cried. And in the end she got down on the floor
and crawled across the room to Ralph and lapped up a bit of food out
of the bowl he put down, and then sucked him off. Just as with me.
Sobbing and moaning. Swallowing while all of us cheered her on.
All the guys clamored for Gloria to strip again, so I told her to
do it. On the table. And then Ralph wanted to fuck her. But I said no.
"I'm saving that," I said. "Wait till Gloria sucks us all off.
All of us. By the end of term she'll have done it. And then. On the
last day--we'll put on a big, glorious gang bang." Gloria gasped with
horror. I looked into her eyes and smiled at her as I said, "That's
right. The last day. We'll take all day. Nobody goes to class. We'll
lay Gloria out right on this table, and four guys can hold her down if
necessary. We can switch off on that detail. We'll spread Gloria out
all nice and naked and we'll go at her, all of us, one after another,
all day long. What do you say, guys?"
An enormous shout of joy.
"What do you say, Gloria?" I said, grinning.
Gloria was shaking her head wildly. "No," she whimpered.
"Yes," I said. "Now get your clothes on, Gloria. And don't forget
to come back tomorrow." The guys loved to watch Gloria get dressed
again after stripping for us. It was a different kind of humiliation.
That was Monday. On Tuesday the boy was Jim Farnsworth. Wednesday
it was Harry Madonna. Thursday was Alan Jamison, and Friday I forget
who it was. And each day Gloria crawled, and did her doggie thing, and
sucked and swallowed, and stripped down.
But Friday afternoon I was approached by Joanna Pratt, a round,
jiggly little thing with long auburn hair and a soft, inviting mouth.
Who said, "Look, it isn't fair that just the guys get to do this thing
with Gloria. How about some of us girls getting in on it?"
"Christ," I said. "Don't tell me you're a dyke, Joanna."
"No," Joanna said. "I'm a lesbian."
"Shit," I said.
"And I want my turn with that stuck-up bitch."
"What," I said. "You mean you want Gloria to suck your pussy?
Right in front of the whole school?"
"That's right. I'd love it," Joanna said.
"Well, sorry, Joanna," I said. "But this is for men only."
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said. "It's just--"
"It's bullshit," Joanna said.
"Fuck you," I said. "Now that's a good idea. How about you and
me, Joanna? You're much too cute and sexy-looking to throw that body
away on girls."
"Go to hell," Joanna said.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll do a deal with you. You fuck
for me, I'll give you a turn with Gloria. Isn't that fair?"
"No way, you bastard!" Joanna said.
"Too bad," I said.
"I'd really love to watch that arrogant bitch crawl for me," she
said. "I'd certainly dig having Gloria the grand sucking my cunt.
Tonguing my clitoris till I--shit."
"One good fuck," I said.
"I don't go for guys," Joanna said.
"I love it," I said.
"I know, you son of a bitch." She bit her lip. "Okay," she said
at last. "Come to my house tonight."
"No, baby," I said. "This is going to be in public. In the
cafeteria. Tit for tat, you know. Or something."
"You are out of your mind!" Joanna gasped. "No way in this world
will I do that!"
"Okay," I said.
But that night I talked to Alma Osting, who was a pal of mine and
also the biggest, baddest dyke in school. I had to promise to give any
girl who wanted it a turn with Gloria, but it was worth it.
Because that Monday I was able to offer a little side show. After
Gloria did her thing, the guys saw a reluctant but very docile Joanna
take off all her clothes, and climb onto a table, and fuck me for all
she was worth.
Alma had really gotten through to her, and though poor Joanna
hated every minute of it, she put all of herself into it, doing
anything I told her, wrapping that luscious, firm body around me and
moving it with real passion, rolling and squirming and twisting and
bucking and writhing and arching and tossing until I was out of my
skull with it. And I kissed her as I shot into her jouncing cunt and
then I had her clean me off with her mouth. And everybody watched.
Joanna did not cry. Until I was finished and told the guys they
could do what they wanted with her until lunchtime was over. Then
Joanna cried, and she continued to cry all the time she was being
fucked by as many boys as could get to her until the bell rang.
"Joanna," I said when I was alone with her, "I want your ass
now."
"No," Joanna said softly. "Please."
"I'll call Alma," I said.
"No!"
"Bend over."
And she did.
I said, "Just think of how you're doing this for all your
sisters." I jammed my prick into her ass and Joanna howled. "What a
good cause," I said, fucking that tight ass as Joanna pounded her
fists on the table in pain. "All those dykes. On god you are so tight
and young and round and soft and I'm coming up your ass. Howl for me,
Joanna."
"BASTARD I HATE YOU JESUS AH AUUUGGGGH."