Chapter 3
Sally looked around the room. She recognized several kids she had seen in some of her classes, and she also recognized another teacher, besides Tom.
She nudged Sal, and said, "Hey, who's that other man, that one who looks older?"
"Oh, you mean, the one who looks like a teacher?" Sal asked.
"Yeah, him," said Sally, "The one who's getting his ass-hole eaten out by that brunette chick."
"That's Harry Grant. He's the other biology teacher," Sal explained. "He and Tom run the whole thing, I mean, from the teacher's side, you know."
"Yeah, yeah," said Sally. Her eyes darted around the room. She wanted to see everything, and try and remember all the faces. This was the first time she had seen all the members of the Kocks and Kunts gathered together. She wanted to remember "the faces for future reference.
But she couldn't really see any faces. All she saw was naked bodies, twisted and contorted into wild sex positions. She saw lots of asses and pricks. And she saw at least a dozen gaping cunts, all juicy and creaming with lust.
Most of all, she heard the gasps and animalistic groans of about twenty or twenty-five people, all caught up in the animalistic savagery of a sex orgy.
"Hey, that looks like fun," Sally squealed.
"You bet," said Sal.
"I can't wait to get in on all that fucking and sucking."
"Well then, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Sal demanded.
"I'm going to take my clothes off in a minute," she said.
"Go on," Sal urged anxiously. His gigantic ten-inch prick was already drooling its supply of hot sticky pre-come lubricant. He couldn't wait to ram it up Sally's cunt. He just couldn't wait.
"Wait a fucking minute, will you. I want to check out the scene first."
"Big deal," Sal sneered.
"Fucking right, it's a big deal. It's a big deal for me," Sally snapped. "Maybe you see this sort of thing every day of the week, but I was never involved in a big group fuck and suck like this."
"Oh, yeah, I can understand where you want to sightsee a little first," Sal said.
"Let's sit down and just watch," Sally said.
"Sure baby," he replied. "But first you have to take your clothes off."
"Okay, Sal," Sally said, "anything you say."
Quickly, she stripped. She saw Sal eyeing her hungrily. "Do you want to fuck right now?"
"You bet I do."
"Well, sorry, really I am," Sally said. "I'll bet," Sal sneered.
"It's true," she said. "I've just never seen a scene like this before. I want to watch first."
"Oh fuck you," Sal said. Sally wanted to placate him. "Let's undress," she said seductively. "Great idea," Sal said.
"You can undress me, and I'll undress you."
"Terrific," he replied. Already his own hand was on his zipper. His huge prick, coiled like a hungry snake under the fabric of his pants, was beginning to throb with pain. It was almost more than he could stand.
"Uh-uh," Sally said. "Let me undress you. I'll play the slave, and I'll do all the work. You just stand there."
"Great," said Sal.
Slowly, Sally removed his hand from the fly of his pants. She unzipped it. Then, she dug her hand under the fabric of his pants, inserting it between the slit left for the prick.
When she released the prick from the fabric that held it, it popped out like a jack-in-the-box.
Even Sally, who had seen lots of pricks in her life, including all her brothers' pricks and her father's prick, and had them all rammed up her ass-hole or her cunt, was considerably impressed at the sight of Sal's monstrous sex sausage.
"Hey, she breathed in real admiration, "that's quite a killer you got there, honey. I can see already that you and I are going to play favorites with each other."
"That can't happen," Sal whispered. "If it does, it would be bad news."
"Why?" Sally murmured, her soft, moist mouth nuzzling the immense head of his glans.
"Because it's against the rules," Sal explained.
"Rules," Sally shrieked loudly, so loudly that several of the naked, writhing fuckers and suckers in the room actually looked up from the cunts, cocks or ass-holes they were eating and stared in amazement at Sally.
For one horrifying instant, Sally was afraid that she had really done the wrong thing. But almost immediately all the participants in the orgy turned back to their previous activities.
"See," said Sal, "if you weren't with me, and you made an outburst like that, they would have kicked you out on your ass already."
"Well, thank goodness I'm with you then."
"Yeah, yeah," said Sal. "Just watch your manners a little. No more outbursts like that."
"No baby," Sally said humbly. She realized that Sal had more power in the Kocks and Kunts than she had expected. Instantly, her behavior towards him changed.
She eased his pants and his underpants over his hips and let him step out of them. Now, he stood naked in his shirt and shoes and socks.
"Sit down baby," Sally said. "And I'll take your shoes and socks off, and your shirt too. Then I'll give you the Sally Special."
"Oh wow," Sal gasped. "I can't fucking wait."
"I'll be good," Sally promised.
"Besides, I haven't fucked any cunts besides the ones you see in this room for I don't know how long."
Sally was insulted. "Is that the only reason you want to fuck me, because I'm a different cunt, a new cunt?"
"No baby," Sal said, stroking her hair with his hands.
"Well then, why else are you so hot and hungry for my pussy?" she demanded.
"Because I like you, you dumb cunt. I don't know why, but there's just something about you."
"Yeah," I can understand what you're saying," Sally said.
"Good," said Sal. He sank down on the sofa, and gently pushed Sally's head down towards his huge, purplish throbbing cock. Already there was the glistening drool of pre-come lubricant oozing out of it.
Of course, Sally was lying when she said she liked Sal especially, because there was a certain something about him. She didn't give a shit about him, but she thought it would be a good idea to get this dumb cock strung out on her. That way, she would have somebody to stick up for her, in case anything went wrong.
Actually, she despised Sal, because she could tell that he was really stuck on her, and wanted her so badly that he had lost his dignity in the process of trying to win her attention.
Also, Sally loved tall, blonde, blue-eyed studs. They really made her cunt water, just the sight of them. Her brothers, whom she had fucked frequently and with great satisfaction, were all tall, blonde, blue-eyed giants, just like her father, whom she had fucked at age eleven.
Sally herself was a blue-eyed blonde, but of course, much more delicate and frail than her brothers. Still, since her first lovers, her brothers, had been that way in appearance, that was the kind of men she most enjoyed.
Sal, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Although he was very good-looking too, and certainly well-hung, he was just barely taller than Sally, and, really swarthy. His shining black eyes and smooth black hair would have made him the perfect lover-image for many girls.
In fact, Sal was so handsome, he came dangerously close to being pretty. All the Kunts in the club loved him, especially the cunt-lapping jobs he did.
But Sally didn't even feel the same way. Even though she never yet had a chance to get into a sex scene with Sal, she decided ahead of time that he was not for her. That was one of the reasons why she was so eager to look around the room, and observe all the participants of the orgy so carefully.
She wanted to see just exactly whom she could single out for her special favors, somebody she could really care about.
Sally went down on Sal's massive prick. He was so hot and hungry, he tried to ram the whanger right down her throat instantly. But she struggled to raise her head up off his dong, which was gagging her.
When she succeeded, she hissed at him angrily, "What the fuck is your problem, anyway? You want to strangle me, you some kind of mad sex murderer, huh?"
"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Sal said. "It's just that I want you so bad, I got carried away."
"Well, just don't let it happen again,"
Sally said. She was getting ballsy, because she had caught a few of the meaningful appreciative glances from the Kocks and Kunts as she entered the room. Sally could tell that she had captured their interest, and as soon as this present fucking and sucking session was over, it would be time to change partners. And she knew that there would be at least five hot Kocks right there in front of her, wanting to try out the new Kunt.
Once that happened, she could safely ditch Sal, and get into somebody new, and more to her taste. But, in the meantime, she contented herself with going down on Sal's cock.
Slowly, sensuously, she opened her mouth over his immense throbbing glans. Gently, she pressed her lips over it just a tiny bit. She felt an immediate shudder of response from his cock. He arched his back, trying to get more of the cock between her lips.
"No," Sally whispered. "Let me do it my way."
"Okay baby," Sal replied. "You're in charge."
"You won't be sorry," she said. "I know how to do this, and how to do it really well."
"I'll bet you do," he gasped.
"Listen, I've got it down to a fine art, you better believe it."
"Shoot," said Sal.
"No, no," Sally laughed, "that's what you're supposed to do."
Again, she closed her lips loosely over his cock. As her lips were applying a gentle, unceasing pressure on the gigantic, wedge-like glans, her mouth was simultaneously working up a huge wad of saliva.
Now, her tongue darted out eagerly, working over the cock with all the skill she could muster, which was plenty.
She made her long tongue into a point, and made sure that a generous glob of spit was situated right at the tip of that point.
Then, she darted the spit-laden tongue into the tiny hole at the tip of the prick. Sal moaned with satisfaction as her wet, pointy tongue stabbed again and again into his throbbing little hole at the tip of the glans.
As Sally continued to do this, she took the length of his prick in her hands. She held the stalk firmly, but gently, and then began a slow caressing massage motion up and down. Sal was almost senseless with pleasure already. He closed his eyes tightly and moaned. As she let her mouth suck in more and more of his prick, she felt that he was about to come, in her mouth. She decided to stop that right away.
Sally wanted to make an entrance, a grand entrance into the Kocks and Kunts. She decided to work over Sal's cock so much, that he was moaning and groaning so loudly, he would drown out all the other sounds in the room, and everybody, all the other fuckers and suckers, would turn around eagerly, to see what was happening.
What they would see was Sally's nude, voluptuous body, squatting on the floor in front of the prostrate, orgasming Sal. It would look good, Sally thought. It would make the right impression immediately.
She realized that Sal, even though she thought he was a piece of shit, was quite a hot shot in the Kocks and Kunts. And, for all the Kocks and Kunts to see the great Sal, a helpless bundle of twitching spasming nerves, come to a screaming, creaming orgasm while Sally was sucking his cock, would really establish her status right away.
Sally knew it was important to hit the right note as soon as possible.
She proceeded to give Sal the best blow job she ever gave in her life.
Her hot, skilled tongue raced along the clefts separating his wedge-like glans from the stalk of his prick. A huge, oozing wad of saliva lubricated the quick arousing movements of her tongue. Then, she jabbed the tongue into the prickhole again.
All the while, her hands were gently rubbing the length of his pulsing stalk, and beginning to move faster and faster.
She knew that Sal, like all men, had a supersensitive spot, a sex spot that aroused him more than any other place on his body if it was stimulated, and stimulated just right.
Sally wanted to find that spot, and stimulate it sexually with her hands, while she was sucking his dick. She knew that the combination of the two would drive Sal crazy.
He seemed to be a moaner and groaner, so that his arousal would certainly result in some loud, lustful noises busting out of his mouth. And that, thought Sally, was exactly what she wanted to hear.
Quickly, her left hand explored the places between his legs, the slit leading to his ass-hole, the ass-hole itself, the inner thighs. She got no special reaction.
Then, on intuition, she gently cupped his two huge, hairy balls in his hands, and continued to suck his dick. The instant her hands cupped gently over those balls, Sal's entire body stiffened convulsively, and his back arched. A loud moan of pleasure ripped out of his body.
She had found the magic spot! Sally thought. Now, she just had to work it over, and suck his dick at the same time. He would start bellowing like an elephant having an orgasm, and all the other action in the room would stop.
All eyes would turn to her. That was what she wanted.
Her prediction came true. As her mouth sucked and licked and nuzzled first the glans, then the stalk of his prick, her hands continued to squeeze gently on the two thickening hardening balls hanging in their sac.
She played with them delicately, moving them back and forth inside her hands and manipulating them inside the loose scrotum sac itself.
Her eyes glanced up at Sal. His face was twisted into a mask of lust. His mouth was wide open as if to scream in passion, but no sound came out.
"What the fuck?" Sally asked herself angrily, "Why doesn't the mother-fucker shout or something, what the fuck is the matter?"
The only thing she could do was keep on doing what she was doing, only harder.
This time, she massaged his balls with her fingertips, but with the soft, skillful pads. And, she sucked his huge whanger deep into her mouth, as deep as it would go.
When she felt the pulsing dripping glans slam against the back of her throat, she began to play with his balls, only this time faster, and with more frenzy.
Suddenly, the inevitable happened. A loud, ear-splitting roar of pure, savage pleasure ripped out of Sal's throat.
"This is what I've been waiting for," Sally thought.
She let the rammer deeper into her throat, and with much difficulty, she managed to expand and contract her throat muscles so as to give the huge cock the maximum of stimulation.
Suddenly, another loud roar of lust broke out of Sal's throat and filled the room. Even though Sally was working very hard to give him that kind of stimulation, in fact, she was in a sweat of exhaustion, she was sufficiently alert to be able to tell that every other person in the room had stopped fucking or sucking or eating out ass-holes or armpits, or whatever else they were doing.
She felt the dead silence fill the room. Even though she couldn't turn around to see, since Sal's gigantic cock was filling her mouth and practically strangling her, she could sense that all the eyes in the room were on her! All the Kocks and Kunts were watching.
Finally, Sal's body stiffened so much, so convulsively, that it looked like he was going to have an epileptic fit.
Suddenly, he screamed again. It was the sort of helpless, rasping howl of an animal who was either dying, or who was so savagely, senselessly engrossed in the sexual act of physical release, that all of his self control had left him.
The howl of lust echoed and re-echoed in the room. Sally knew without a doubt that Sal was going to have the most memorable orgasm of his life, a screaming, creaming howling release that would establish her reputation as the queen of the Kocks and Kunts forever.
Suddenly, she tightened her throat muscles over his cock again, and she tightened her grip on his balls.
"I'm coming," he screamed. His statement was followed by a long, long, rasping groan of release.
Huge wells of hot salty come gushed out of his prick, filling Sally's mouth instantly. She gagged, but forced herself to swallow it, every bit of it.
That was an important part of the impression. If she could make this Kock spurt out such gallons of come, if she could make his ten-inch rammer explode with such a powerful orgasm, she should be able to swallow all of his come too. That was important, and she knew it.
Choking like a dying swimmer, and gagging frantically, Sally swallowed every drop of Sal's come as it gushed out of his stalk and into her mouth.
She cursed him in her mind, swearing that once she had used him to get herself where she wanted to be in the hierarchy of the Kocks and Kunts, she would never ever let him come near her again.
She hated him for the discomfort she was going through. And, she had no romantic or sexual interest in him, since he was the exact reverse of her type.
But her ploy had succeeded. She had the attention of all the Kocks and Kunts in the room. That was what she wanted. That was what she was using Sal for. And she had used him well.
He lay back on the sofa, limp with sexual exhaustion. His whole body lay like a rag. Even though his prick was going limp, Sally kept sucking on it. She wanted to show the Kocks and Kunts that she was not only good, but that she was good for a long, long time.
She pretended eagerness. As she continued to suck on his withering cock, she began to massage his balls again, in an effort to bring the dick back to life again.
But Sal was spent, totally spent. All the huge amount of sperm he had shot into her body had really drained him. He felt more released, and more satisfied than he had ever felt before.
Suddenly, his hand reached down. He stroked her head a few times, a strange thing to do in the Kocks and Kunts, where a show of personal affection or feeling was rare. The emphasis was on sex, and entirely on sex.
"Will you look at that?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," said Harry, turning away from the chick he had been butt-fucking furiously.
"He really liked that," Tom said.
"I'll bet he did. That girl is a mean cocksucker."
"She seems to know what she's doing, all right," Harry agreed.
"Is she in?" Harry asked.
"You bet your cock she's in," Tom replied.
"All right," Harry said. "I agree with you."
"I think I'll test her out next," Tom said.
"Oh no you don't," Harry interrupted. "You always get to break in the new chicks first. We're in on this together remember? Half and half."
"Okay," Tom laughed. "You can have her top part, and I'll take the bottom part."
"Motherfucker," Harry laughed. "You won't get the best of me this time."
"Just watch," Tom said. "I can get it up again easy, and the second I do, you know where it's going to go?"
"In her mouth?"
"No," Tom replied scornfully. "She's already got it in the mouth. She probably has an ounce of come in her lungs, the poor chick, the way Sal was shooting it into her. I'll give her a break, and give it to her in the cunt."
"She looks like a better butt-fuck, frankly."
"How can you say that?"
"Because," Harry, insisted, "I can just tell, it becomes instinctive after a while."
"No," Tom replied. "You're all wrong. I get the feeling this chick has a real tight box, just naturally."
"Yeah," Harry said. "I have to agree with you. Besides, the way she's been working over Sal, it looks like she had a lot of experience. I mean, she probably knows how to use her cunt muscles to the best possible effect, know what I mean?"
"Of course I do," Tom replied. "And I want to feel them out, just as a test you understand."
"Sure, sure," Harry said. "I can see your dick getting bigger already."
"Well, I'm not a biology teacher for nothing," Tom replied. "It's in my blood to test and to experiment."
He began to stand up, extricating himself from the tangle of bodies around him.
"Do it, Tom," Gary, another young student
Kock said.
"I will," Tom laughed. "Just watch me slam the shit out of that girl."
"A butt-fucking," a girl screamed out. "We want a butt-fucking show."
"Yeah," another voice added. "Come on Tom, you can do it."
Tom turned to the Kock who had spoken. He looked down at his massive rammer.
"Look, it's higher than my belly button already. You want to bet I can do it?"
"No need," the Kock replied. "It's guaranteed already.
"You bet it is," Tom boasted. "There's never been a time when I couldn't get it up, higher than Harry here, and more often."
"Wait a minute," Harry protested. He knew that Tom was just kidding around, but he didn't want his status challenged in front of the students. He was the partner, so to speak, in the leadership of the Kocks and Kunts. He had noticed that Tom frequently challenged him, always in a kidding way, but the challenge was there anyhow.
Harry was pissed off. He didn't like to be challenged by anyone especially in the area of his potency and virility. It upset him, because, like many men, he was insecure about his sexuality, at least, insecure enough to be really thrown off by a challenge. He knew he could get it up, but if that fact was questioned and questioned often enough, he got very upset.
For one thing, he knew that Tom's prick was bigger than his. But okay, Harry figured, so what. His own prick was a very decent eight inches in length, which was considerably above the average, and he was mostly satisfied with that. He knew all too well that it was not just the size of the prick that satisfied women, it was how a man used the prick, and what else he did in the course of the fucking that mattered.
So even if Tom's prick was an unnatural ten inches in length, Harry figured he still had more than a fighting chance in any sex competition with Tom.
And fuck it, Harry figured. If Tom wanted to compete, than that was the way it would have to be. He knew that he was a much more expert cunt-lapper than Tom. Tom, for some reason, gave all the Kunts in the club regular cunt-lappings, and seemed to satisfy them. But there was a certain something missing. His lack of enthusiasm betrayed the fact that he really didn't enjoy eating out cunts. Once, when Tom was drunk, he admitted to Harry, although somewhat hesitantly, that he didn't really like any sexual acrobatics.
He personally preferred to have his cock sucked, and as far as an active role in the sex act was concerned, the only way he liked it was in the missionary position, that is, lying on top of the chick, body aligned to body, and sticking his prick hot and hard into her. That was his favorite brand of fucking.
He liked butt-fucking too, but butt-fucking is basically the same type of copulation as missionary style fucking, a penetration of the female by the male, and that was acceptable to Tom.
Harry realized that unless you really enjoyed a certain type of fucking or sex activity, you really never did it well. You would go through all the technical motions all right, and even arouse your partner, and bring him or her to a climax. But the minute that partner engages in the same sexual activity done by someone who really enjoys it, they can tell the difference, even though they never knew there was a difference before.
And Harry knew for a fact that the chicks preferred him, at least they preferred to get their cunts eaten out by him, and that was a big plus right there. They liked to get fucked by Tom, because of the length and thickness of his prick.
So, even though Tom walked over to Sally, and was about to approach her, Harry wasn't too worried. He knew his turn would come, and she would have an orgasm from it right away, just from that. Then, he would let his tongue slide inside all of her clefts, slowly, wetly, until she was trembling, quivering and creaming, screaming and begging for more.
Harry knew that a tongue lapping workout on her cunt would make her forget Tom, or at least, it would make Harry as important to her sexual satisfaction as Tom was.
What really pissed Harry off was the fact that this stupid kind of sexual competition between him and Harry was having a bad effect on the kids. If they wanted to be absolute rulers of the group, they had to stick together, and not play stupid little games like who is the best fuck.
Harry knew that they both had an ideal situation, all the cunt they wanted, for free, pretty much at their beck and call. Why spoil it, he though, by creating a division in the leadership, namely between him and Tom.
But, if Tom was going to be an ass-hole, and keep competing with Harry for cunt, when there was no need to compete, there was nothing Harry could do about it, except maybe talk to Tom, and try to reason with him.
But now was neither the time nor the place. Harry would wait for the right moment, and this certainly was not it.
Tom had walked up to Sally, who still had Sal's withering dick in her mouth. She was still sucking at it, not wanting to give up.
Tom tapped her on the shoulder. "I think you've made enough of an impression," he said.
"Yeah?" Sally asked. As she let Sal's withering dick slip out of her mouth, a stream of hot oozing come dribbled out of both sides of her lips. Quickly, her tongue flickered out to recapture it.
Actually, she didn't like the taste of semen so much, but she wanted Tom to think she did. She wanted Tom and all the other Kocks and Kunts to think that she could give a whole lot of pleasure, that she was a valuable cunt to have in the group, and a valuable mouth, too.
"Don't try so hard honey," Tom said to her, "you're in. Don't worry."
"Oh, I know I'm in," Sally said. She didn't like the fact that he knew she was still worried, still wondering if she would be accepted into the hottest sex club in the high school, The Kocks and Kunts.
"So be cool," Tom said.
"I am cool," Sally insisted.
"You're not acting like it," Tom said, indicating Sal's withering prick with a gesture of his hand. "You're knocking yourself out for nothing."
"I'm not so sure," Sally said. "I can make any prick stand up, any number of times I want too."
"Oh, I don't doubt that," Tom said.
"You better believe it," Sally snapped. She was getting irritated. What the fuck does this prick want, she asked herself. If he wants to fuck me, why not come right out and say so?
"So you don't have to prove anything by sucking that limp dick any more," Tom said.
"Got any better ideas?" Sally asked coyly.
"Yeah, I got a dick too," Tom said.
"So what do you want, baby, a blow-job?" Sally asked.
"No, I get more blow-jobs than I can use, believe me. I want to show you a good time," Tom said.
"Oh yeah, aren't you nice."
"You better believe it," Tom replied. "My cock is even nicer, especially when it's inside your cunt."
"Want to give it a try?" Sally said.
"Sure," Tom replied. "That's what I meant when I said I wanted to give you a good time."
"You're pretty smart," Sally said.
"Sure I am," Tom replied. "I know a girl-likes to just lay back and get fucked every once in a while. It's hard work, sucking cock like that."
"You bet it is, especially the cock I just sucked."
"Well, let me fuck you first, baby," Tom said. "Then, if you feel like it, you can suck my cock." Tom prided himself on being democratic with his students, letting them have a say in what was happening. Actually, he didn't really mean it, he just realized that an illusion of freedom would keep them happier longer, and thus, they would be available to service him longer. Tom was something of a voyeur, and when he was not actually fucking, sucking, or getting blown, he liked to watch other people doing it.
And he had his own ready made show with the Kocks and Kunts of Lincoln High. It was a good thing, and he knew it. That was why he wanted to keep it. He wanted to have the students think he was treating them right, so that they would give him no trouble.
Every once in a while, he liked to make a big show of pleasing them, and doing something for them, like some specific sex act he knew they enjoyed.
"Get in the middle of the floor, honey," he said to Sally, "and I'll give you the best fuck you ever got."
Sally's eyes roved over his powerful, muscular, and yet lean body. Her eyes riveted on his gigantic dick, which, with its full ten-inch height, rose high over his bellybutton, and twitched hotly, hitting against his stomach.
"With that tool, you might tear me apart. It's almost too big for its own good," Sally replied.
"What are you talking about?" Tom demanded irritably. He didn't like any kind of cock criticism.
"I mean, too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing, you know."
"No I don't know," Tom insisted.
"I mean, a dong like that can really hurt a girl."
"Not really, I'm gentle," Tom said.
"That's not the point," Sally insisted. "If it's that long, it's going to stab so deep up my twat, that it will probably injure the mouth of my uterus, and make me bleed."
"Well," Tom snarled, "if you don't want it, I certainly won't force it on you."
He was really getting pissed off at this chick.
She should be creaming in her pants at the honor of being picked out like that, and picked out by him, the real leader of the group.
"It's not that," Sally said, "it's just that I'm afraid you'll hurt me. I don't dig pain. I'm not an S & M freak, you know."
"Forget it," Tom said. He turned to the other Kunts in the room. "Okay, who wants to fuck?" he asked.
"I do," said a low, sexy husky voice. All eyes turned to a dim corner of the room. There sat a tall, luscious blonde girl, one of the hottest Kunts in the club. "Little old Mary can handle anything," the blonde girl said. "There's no cock that's too big for me," she bragged.
"Okay, Mary," Tom said with a smile. "Come here, and we'll show this new member here how we operate. She's a little slow, it seems. Not too much brains. It's a good thing she's got a body, otherwise, she wouldn't be so lucky to be here with us tonight."
All the Kocks and Kunts turned to Sally. Sally was horrified. She had done the very thing she least wanted to do: Get the Kocks and Kunts, and Tom, their teacher-leader, pissed off at her.
She was so mad at herself she could cry. But it all happened so fast, before she knew it. She just said all the wrong things. And even if what she said was true, namely, that she was afraid that Tom's monstrous cock would hurt her, and make her bleed, she should have just kept her mouth shut, come what may.
Now, they were all going to turn against her, because Tom was against her. She knew she had to move, and move fast, in order to get them on her side again.
Just then, Mary stood up. Sally's eyes ran over the girl's body, and Sally wondered how she hadn't noticed Mary before.
The girl was a killer, a real killer. As her long, big-titted voluptuous body sauntered towards the center of the room where Tom was standing, his prick still expectantly erect, Sally knew she would have to fight, and start fighting right now. She would have to fuck, and out-fuck Mary, if she was going to achieve any kind of status with the locks and Kunts.