The Daring Naughty Sleepover - S01 E36

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The Daring Naughty Sleepover - S01 E36

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

The Daring Naughty Sleepover 8 (Authoritarian, Mff, exhibitionist, school, young)

Summary Cindy and Stacy get into a little trouble at school.

Previous Chapter Summary Cindy and Stacy had fun with their new friend Kevin.

Note This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Don't be a dick with other people's lives!

Cindy grabbed a book from her school locker and closed it with a slam. "So, did you do it, whore?" she asked her friend Stacy.

"You bet I did," Stacy replied, retrieving her books as well. I ditched my panties after first period and gave Mr. Clinker a little show during Chemistry class. We had lecture all period so he had to stand up in front of everybody. I was fun watching him try to hide his boner! She giggled.

"You didn't have to show him your twat, he could your tits right through that blouse." Cindy reprimanded.

"Hey! You're the slut that decided we should turn 'no bra weekend" into 'no bras at school!' Your big bazoombas are almost falling out of your halter top!"

"Yeah, but I was-

"Looking good, Cindy, Stacy!" a large boy wearing a football jersey shouted as he walked by, staring at Cindy's breasts, short skirt, and Stacy's protruding nipples.

"Hey Chad!" Stacy called. Then she whispered to Cindy. "Did you see the lump in his pants? His cock must be huge!"

"How'd you like to be in the boy's locker room after a game? Studs galore!" Cindy said.

"Shit, I'd cream my panties, if I was wearing any," Stacy said.

"I've had three guys ask me out this week," Cindy said.

"Me too! Do you want to double-date at the---

Suddenly, an announcement came over the school's PA system. "Would Cindy Chatterley and Stacy Slusher please come to the Vice-Principal's office. Immediately."

"What the fuck does he want us for?" Cindy said, feeling a little nervous. "We didn't do anything."

"Probably wants to stare at our tits, like all the other pervs in this school," Stacy said.

"Think he knows about us blowing Kevin in his office?"

"Now, how would he know that? He was on the other side of the school."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Please sit down, girls," Vice-Principal Keizer said. He motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. After Cindy and Stacy sat down, he stood in front of them a moment. His crotch was directly at their eye-level. He had an obvious bulge behind his zipper.

"This isn't easy for me, so I'll just get it out," he began. "A lot of teachers and students have noticed the recent changes in you," he said. "You seem to have much more confidence than you did at the beginning of the school year, and you've began dressing a little differently too. Maybe a bit more provocatively, should we say?" He gazed down at Cindy's cleavage and Stacy's near see-through blouse.

"Yeah, so what?" Stacy said. "We don't have a dress code here, do we?"

"No," he replied. "We don't. However, some of the students and teachers have sometimes been distracted by your appearance."

"It's their fault for looking at us though, isn't it?" Cindy said. "I mean, we shouldn't have to dress like frumpy old maids, just to-"

"No, no," Mr. Keizer said. "It's not just how you dress, but.."

"But..? But what?" Stacy asked.

"Well, Stacy Mr. Keizer began. He cleared his throat. "For example, Mr. Clinker said you've been flashing him your..." He turned red.

"My what?" Stacy said. "My tits? did not! But it's his fault for staring at them, just like you're doing now!"

Mr. Keizer pulled his gaze away from Stacy's firm, gorgeous, teenage breasts. Realizing the conversation was getting him aroused, he retreated to the safety behind his desk and sat in his chair.

"Sorry. See what I said about your attire being distracting?" Mr. Keizer said, trying place the blame on Stacy for him staring at her tits. "But, no. It was not your breasts. Mr. Clinker said..." He cleared his throat again. "Mr. Clinker said you were not wearing panties this morning, Stacy. And you seemed to be displaying your...," Не searched for the right word.

"My pussy? My twat? My little fuzzy-bunny? My cunt?" Stacy said, feigning anger. Cindy tried to calm her down, to no avail. "He said I was flashing my cunt at him?"

"Well, yes. To put it bluntly. He said you were flashing your cunt at him. All period." Mr. Keizer was used to vulgarities from his students, and found by repeating them, he could shock thern into silence.

Stacy crossed her arms, which resulted in her breasts being pushed up even firmer against the thin material.

"Can I ask if you are wearing underwear today, Miss Slusher?"

"Oh, do you want to see my cunt too?" Stacy asked. She stood up and pulled up her skirt. Her nearly bald pussy shone under the bright florescent lights.

First, Mr. Keizer stared. Then, his mouth opened slightly. He licked

his lips and took a deep, shaking, breath. Then, he realized he was

staring at a student's naked twat. "Now, now. No cause for getting vulgar, Miss Slusher."

"Are you calling my pussy vulgar?" Stacy said, her voice rising. She was trying to act outraged, hoping they might get out of this predicament.

"No, no. You have a very nice pussy, Stacy," Mr. Keizer said. "I can see why Mr. Clinker became aroused in class. Now, please put your skirt down."

Stacy dropped her skirt, trying not to smile. She sensed victory.

"I think we can forget about the little incident in Mr. Clinker's class today. If.." He cleared his throat yet again. "If you try to keep your pretty little pussy and perfect little breasts covered up. You too Cindy."

"My tits aren't little!" Cindy protested. She pushed out her chest, making her large breasts bulge out almost as much as Vice- Principal Keizer's eyes.

"We'll try." Stacy sighed, knowing school would not be as much fun if she couldn't tease the men and boys any longer.

"Yes, we will!" Cindy stated. She had never been in trouble, and

didn't plan on getting in trouble now.

"Great."

"Are we excused?" Stacy asked.

"Yeah, can we go now?" Cindy said.

Mr. Keizer seened lost in thought. Then he said, "Not just yet. We have a bigger problem, girls."

Mr. Keizer turned to his computer. He clicked. He turned the monitor towards Cindy and Stacy. He watched their expressions. On the screen, they watched themselves pulling Kevin Thompson into Mr. Keizer's outer office. They watched themselves making out with him. They watched themselves pulling down Kevin's pants. This was not a grainy distorted image from a cheap carry- out store surveillance camera. This was a full color, high-definition, video.

"OMG!" Cindy said.

"Fuck, we are totally fucked." Stacy added.

Mr. Keizer let the video continue to play as he spoke.

"Since my office was vandalized last year, I've added a few security cameras. I never expected this." He gestured towards the monitor. "I've been debating what to do with it," he said. "I should have immediately reported it," he said. "Of course, the two of you would be permanently expelled. Kevin seems innocent, so it won't be as bad for him. A very long suspension at the least."

"He was innocent," Cindy said softly. She thought to herself, "Oh, fuck. What have we done?" Her world was crashing down around her

"Our moms and dads are going to kill us, Stacy said softly, vocalizing her thoughts.

"Yes. I know," Mr. Keizer said. "That is why I've delayed. You two are good students. You get good grades. You've never been in trouble before; well, before today anyway." He sighed. "I was almost going to ignore it, and chalk it up to youthful indiscretions, but then, we also the incident with Mr. Clinker... And with the other distractions," he gestured towards their breasts, "I don't think I can let you off with just a warning this time. It's for your own good, of course."

"What are you going to do?" Stacy asked.

"I don't know. The right thing to do is to tell your parents," Mr. Keizer said. He tapped his fingers. "What's gotten into you two, lately?" he said aloud. "You're pretty, smart, sexy... You both suddenly seen to be bubbling over with hormonally-induced sexual energy."

Cindy was watched him closely. She noticed how his eyes kept flickering back to the computer monitor where the video of them sucking Kevin's cock and teasing him with their breasts kept repeating. "That would explain why his cock was almost hard when we came in, Cindy thought. She watched him adjust his crotch. 'OMG! He's got a boner! Cindy realized.

"Is there anything we could do to make you forget about this?" Cindy asked. "I mean, it's not so bad if we accidentally show off our breasts, is it?" Cindy slowly reached up for her halter top. Her hands grabbed the bottom of the material and she squeezed her breasts tightly as she pulled her halter higher and higher. "It's not

really that distracting is it, Mr. Keizer?"

Mr. Keizer watched intently, saying nothing. Cindy's breasts slowly

became more and more visible until they suddenly popped free.

Stacy stared at Cindy. She was going to get them into even more trouble! 'What was she doing?" she thought. She looked at the Vice-Principal, waiting for his scolding, but Mr. Keizer was smiling!

"Yeah" Stacy said, joining in the fun. "In sex-ed, they taught us we shouldn't be ashamed of our bodies. There's nothing wrong if I accidentally flash my pussy to Mr. Clinker... Or even you.., is there?" Stacy spread her legs and slowly pulled up her skirt, making sure Mr. Keizer had an unobstructed view of her tight, teenage, twat.

"Well, I don't mind, but Mr. Clinker might. But, as long as you don't do it too much. I'd guess it would be OK."

"Now, about that video," Cindy said. "Have you decided what you are going to do with it yet?" She pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor before squeezing her breasts together.

"Uh, no," Mr. Keizer said. "I haven't decided. I'm still thinking."

"We think you should delete the video and never mention it to anyone, Stacy said. She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The large nipples on her small breasts hardened immediately in the cool office air. She shrugged her shoulders and her blouse fell off, leaving her perky tits totally exposed to his lecherous gaze.

"I think I need more convincing," Mr. Keizer said. He pushed his chair backwards and spread his legs.

Stacy walked around the large desk and stood in front of him. He gazed at her breasts. Stacey shimmied out of her skirt. He gazed at her pussy.

Stacy was sure a few kisses while sitting on his lap would solve their problems. She climbed onto his lap and kissed him. Mr. Keizer began to grope the teenager with obvious lust. He knew he was taking a risk, but he couldn't let this opportunity pass. His cock got hard. All his senses left him.

Mr. Keizer had spent years watching all the sexy, teenage, frollops strut their budding breasts, shapely asses and long legs at his school; walking down the halls with their firm, young, tits bouncing braless and free. The tight, round, asses in those skin-tight jeans. The flashes of colorful panties under too-short skirts, hinting at the tight, fresh, pussies hidden undemeath. Smelling the fresh scent of soap and bubble baths and bubble gum. And many times,

he imagined he could smell hot, musky, odor of teenage pussy.

Many of the girls noticed his more than casual stares and teased him unmercifully. Now, it was his turn to get even.