Nick Eastwood: Hot ready schoolgirl

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come," Chad groaned.

Sasha was ready for him. She tightened her greedy cunt around his pistoning cock till the hot friction sent her into orbit. "Ohhhhh, whaaahhhh!" she screamed.

"Unnnggghhh, take my come, baby," Chad bellowed.

Sasha gave a little sob of ecstasy as he jetted his jism into her convulsing cunt. He fucked her through a delicious orgasm, then let go of her and allowed her to tumble off him. She hadn't even caught her breath before Mike was pulling her into the doggy position. She gasped as he crammed his iron-hard cock into her from behind.

"Oh, fuck, so hot and tight," he groaned.

"You better believe it," Chad panted.

He joined Bobbie and Ted to watch as Mike started hammering his lust-stiffened cock in Sasha's steaming pussy hole. Sasha clawed the mattress and gurgled with excitement. Sasha been fucked in three different positions now, and she liked them all. Not only that, but each orgasm just whetted her appetite for another.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to mew," she babbled.

"Oh, Christ," Bobbie groaned.

The hot-pants redhead had reached the end of her tether. Rubbing her pussy wasn't doing any good. She craved a stiff cock, just like Sasha was getting. Moaning with need, she rolled into the doggy position.

"Get over here and hick me, Ted," she demanded hoarsely.

"Hey, all right," Ted laughed.

"Ohhhhh, hick, yessss," Bobbie gurgled, "cram that big thing into me, honey, fuck me good."

Sasha creamed all over Mike's pistoning cock as she watched Bobbie taking that long hard boner and groaning with delight. The two girls seemed to feed off, each other's excitement. They stared at each other now, face to face, each taking a deep-plowing cock and rocketing toward release.

"It's good, isn't it, Sasha?" Bobbie asked mockingly. "We can tell you really like to fuck."

Sasha didn't reply. She couldn't equal Bobbie when it came to those games, and she wasn't interested in trying. She just wanted to get off. Mike's hammering boner was bringing her closer and closer to the orgasm she craved. So to hell with Bobbie and her dumb little revenge trip. All Sasha cared about was pleasure, the wild pleasure she was getting from Mike's deep plowing prick.

"Oooooo, God, fuck hard," she wailed, "make me come, Mike."

"Yeah, baby, I'll get you off," he growled.

He reached around her and gave her clit a long firm squeeze. "Ohhhh, that's it, I'm coming, whaahhhhh!" Sasha yelled.

"Do that to me, motherfucker!" Bobbie hissed at Ted. He obeyed instantly. "Ahhhhh, fuck, shit, you did it," she screamed in ecstasy. "Ahhhhh, unnnngggghhh!"

The boys started shooting their loads into greedily sucking cunts. Sasha sobbed with ecstasy as she rode out her wild body-wracking climax. She knew for sure that she could never go back to just playing with herself, not after this experience. From now on, sex would mean boys to her, a good hard cock in her cunt. For better or worse, she'd have to have a man.

Mike pulled his dripping cock out of her, and the others started to dress. Still dazed by her experience, Sasha just watched them. Bobbie looked down at her mockingly.

"You're part of the club now, Sasha," she said, "and we'll be expecting you at meetings. The first one's tomorrow night at my house. My folks are away, and we can have a real hot time. Be sure you show up, honey, or we'll make you wish you had."

Then Bobbie and the boys left the shed, and Sasha gathered her clothes. Her cunt had a delicious, satisfied tingle to it, but she still wasn't sure if she wanted to be part of Bobbie's gang. She'd have to think long and hard about that.

Sasha thought the situation over that evening and decided to report the whole thing to the principal. She couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed making out with Bobbie and the boys, but she didn't appreciate being forced and bullied. She wanted to prove to them that she wasn't powerless.

So as school was letting out the next day, she went to the office of Mr. Robert Dennis, principal of Southwood High. Nobody saw much of the man. He spent a lot of time holed up in his private office, and the rumor was that things were too tough at the school for him to handle. Sasha was about to find out.

"You go in and talk to him, Sasha," his secretary said. "I'm leaving for the day."

Sasha knocked on the door of the smaller, private office and heard Mr. Dennis calling for her to come in. As she stepped inside, he had a worried look on his face, but when he saw that it was only one student, and a pretty female one at that, he reined and smiled.

"And who are you, young lady?" he asked. "I don't believe I've seen you around before."

"I'm Sasha Davis," she said. "I just transferred here from another school."

As she spoke, she was studying him. Mr. Dennis was a big burly guy, maybe in his late thirties, and his dark hair was just beginning to recede. He was neatly dressed in a dark blue suit. He kind of reminded Sasha of her dad, except that he was bigger and huskier. He was smiling at her very cordially.

"Sit down, Sasha," he said, indicating a chair. "What is it you want to talk to me about?"

He was pointing to a chair more to the side of his desk than in front of him, where he could see all of her as she talked. Sasha didn't think much about that. She had more serious things on her mind as she laid her books on the floor and took a seat.

"Mr. Dennis, yesterday four other students raped me," she said solemnly.

"Oh, my God," Dennis sighed. "This school is just a jungle. I'm so sorry, Sasha."

Was that all he was going to say? He almost sounded as if gang rapes were nothing unusual at Southwood High. And maybe they weren't. But Sasha was determined to get some action taken against her tormentors. She leaned forward and looked earnestly at the principal.

"Mr. Dennis, aren't you going to see that those kids are punished?" she asked.

He seemed to be focusing on her tits, not her eyes. He blinked and said, "Uh, oh, yes, Sasha, I'll see what I can do. Who were the kids?"

Sasha told him the names, but he didn't write them down. He just nodded. "That Bobbie," he said, "she's something else. Always in trouble. I don't know what we're going to do about that girl."

He was speaking almost fondly of Bobbie, as if her antics amused him. Sasha was running out of patience. The man just wasn't taking her charges seriously. He acted as if getting raped was no big deal.

"So what are you gonna do, Mr. Dennis?" she demanded. "Are you gonna call the police?"

"Perhaps," he said, "but first I'll need to make my own investigation. Please remove your clothes, Sasha."

"Do what?" she gasped.

He looked slightly annoyed. "Sasha, all I have is your own word that this happened," he said. "I don't have any other proof. Now, if four people manhandled you, there'll be bruises. I have to look. Now, go ahead and undress."

Sasha found his request kind of strange, but he was the principal. Blushing, she stood up and kicked off her sandals. She pulled her t-shirt off over her head, tousling her blond curls. Mr. Dennis' eyes focused on the tightly packed cups of her lacy see-through bra, and he licked his lips.

He seemed to be getting a little red as she unzipped her jeans and skinned out of the tight garment. Her lace-trimmed bikini panties matched her skimpy bra. His eyes kind of gazed over hotly as he studied her gorgeous teenage body. Sasha felt as if his gaze was burning right into her skin.

She slowly turned around a couple of times, then said, "Will that do, Mr. Dennis?"

"No, honey," he said, his voice a little hoarse now, "I have to do more than just look. Some bruises are pretty hard to detect. Come here." Sasha came around behind the big oak desk, and he beckoned her to stand right in front of him. He started running his hands over her body. It was weird, but it kind of excited her. She liked being touched by a man. He ran his hands up her back and quickly and deftly unhooked her bra.