Chapter 7
When the party was over, and all the students had left, Harry and Tom were left alone. They looked at each other wearily, regretfully.
"Well," Harry said. "That's it. No more free pussy for us."
"You ready to give up, just like that?" Tom demanded angrily.
"Sure I am," Harry said. "I don't like to fight losing battles. I'm not as stupid as you
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Tom demanded angrily.
"I'm talking about what you did this evening, when all the Kocks and Kunts were still here."
"What did I do?" Tom asked.
"You insisted on fucking that new Kunt, Sally, even after she didn't want you to any more, and I was against you, and all the Kocks and Kunts were against you."
"Nobody tells me what to do," Tom said, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"That's not the point, ass-hole," Harry snapped angrily. "You've got to be smart, and when you see that you are outnumbered, just retreat gracefully and plan a battle campaign."
"Well, that's what we're doing right now," Tom said.
"My ass," Harry snapped. "We're licking our wounds because there is nothing else we could do. You've already fucked things up. There is no battle to plan."
"Horseshit," Tom yelled. "You're just a quitter."
"Listen, none of this would have been necessary if you knew enough to quit while you were ahead. You know what's going to happen now?"
"What?" Tom demanded.
"We are both going to get kicked out of the Kocks and Kunts, that's what."
"Oh no, we won't," Tom said in a threatening tone. "Nobody's going to kick me out of the Kocks and Kunts. I fucking practically started that group. And I kept them going too."
"Don't forget me," Harry said sarcastically.
"I'm not forgetting you," Tom insisted. "That's the whole point. Without us two, that thing never would have gotten started, and it never would have been able to continue without our protection. Those dumb ass kids needed teachers in their club, tov keep the authorities and the administration off their backs."
"True," Harry said. "If it wasn't for us, Dimwiddy, the principal, would have thrown those kids out school long ago."
"Right!" Tom said. "And that's going to be our weapon."
"What?" Harry demanded.
"Dimwiddy," Tom replied triumphantly. "If we get something on Dimwiddy, we can control the whole school, don't you see?"
"Ah, you're full of shit," Harry said.
"No, listen, if we get Dimwiddy in our power, it's going to be Open City again, and you know what that means."
"Yeah, it means free pussy in the Kocks and Kunts again," Harry said. "But how are we going to get Dimwiddy in our power?"
"Easy," Tom said. "We're going to get that new Kunt, Sally, to seduce him, give him a blow-job, or a rim-job, whatever the old ass-hole prefers."
"Oh no," Harry groaned. "It will never work. We have no power over Sally, we can't get her to do anything for us."
"Oh no?" Tom demanded, a cunning tone coming into his voice.
"Okay, okay," Harry said wearily. He knew better than to contradict Tom when Tom had a plan in his head. Tom would go ahead with it one way or another, so Harry figured he might as well cooperate since there might be something in it for him if it worked out. "Tell me one thing," he said, "just one thing. How are we going to get Sally to seduce Dimwiddy?"
"Easy," Tom said slickly. "We're going to trick her into it." A slow evil grin stretched across his face.
"Yeah, that's easier said than done," Harry replied, still dubious.
"All you have to do is move fast and talk faster," Tom said.
"And that's one thing you can do," Harry admitted. "I'll go along with you, because doing something is better than doing nothing, and as things stand now we are already out of the Kocks and Kunts."
"You're right," Tom agreed. "But, we are going to get little Sally Kunt to do our work for us."
The next morning, before the first class, Tom and Harry cornered Sally in the corridor. "We'd like to talk to you, Sally," Tom said. "About what?" she asked suspiciously. She didn't know what was going on, because last night, right after the orgy, she went straight home alone by taxi. So she hadn't had a chance to talk to Mary, or Stan, or any of the other Kocks and Kunts.
"About our club," Tom said in a friendly voice. "The Kocks and Kunts are in trouble."
"Oh yeah?" Sally said, her interest obvious. For all she knew, Tom and Harry could have had a conference with Stan or Mary or Larry late last night or this morning. If there was something up, they might know it. She was interested, and she wanted to help. She was by no means sure that the other Kocks and Kunts were serious about kicking Tom and Harry out of the club. As far as she knew, they were still in, and if that was the case she wanted to cooperate with them and help out the Kocks and Kunts in any way she could.
"We talked to Mary and Stan early this morning," Tom lied. "Mary knew for certain that the principal, Dimwiddy, has a suspicion that something was going on."
"What?" Sally shrieked in horror. This was too awful to be true, she thought. Just when she got herself accepted into the hottest clique in Lincoln High, and the only sex orgy club at that, it was going to be exposed and broken up. She almost burst into tears with disappointment. "We can't let them do that," she gasped.
"Fucking right," said Harry.
"Yeah," Tom agreed. "We have a plan that could save the club."
"Have you talked to Mary and Stan about it yet?" Sally asked innocently.
"Sure we have," Tom lied again. "In fact, this whole plan was Stan's idea."
"And it's a fucking good plan too," Harry said, with false enthusiasm. He stared deep into Sally's eyes. He could tell from then-expression of interest and anxiety that Sally fell for their story hook, line and sinker. He gave a little conspiratorial wink to Tom, which remained unacknowledged.
"What's the plan?" Sally asked.
"That's what we're about to tell you," Tom said.
"And," Harry added, "we are going to need your help."
"Oh," Sally breathed, "I'll do everything I can. I love being in the Kocks and Kunts, and the last thing I want is to have the club fall apart."
"I knew we could count on your help," Tom said ingratiatingly. "Now, this is the plan."
"Oh, tell me," said Sally eagerly, her eyes widening.
"We have to get something on Dimwiddy, the principal. He's the one who's trying to screw the club."
"Oh yeah?" Sally asked. "How are you going to get something on Dimwiddy?"
"Very simple," Tom said smoothly. "We are going to get him to make an indecent pass at you, and we are going to have a witness to that act."
"I see," Sally said, her face breaking into a smile.
"Sure," Tom said encouragingly. "That way, we'll be able to blackmail him. He won't be able to touch the Kocks and Kunts, no matter how much he wants to, simply because we will have that power over him, the power of knowing he tried to seduce one of the students, and the witness to prove it!"
"Wow," Sally said admiringly. "That sure is a smart plan."
"Yep," Tom agreed. "And it was all Stan's idea."
Sally's eyes lit up at the mention of Stan, and then Tom knew for sure that she was hooked, that she would try her damndest to seduce Dimwiddy.
He and Harry would arrange to have Stan walk into Dimwiddy's office at the exact moment when Dimwiddy had his finger up Sally's cunt. Then, they really would have caught Dimwiddy in an immoral act with a student, and they really would have a witness.
That way, they would make a terrific impression on the Kocks and Kunts and regain their former position of power. Tom would simply say that he was questioned by Dimwiddy about the club, or the existence of a club, and he had to think fast to stop Dimwiddy from blowing their scene. He had to engage Sally's help in order to do this. He had to lie to her, because he had to move fast. There was no time for explanations. Dimwiddy had caught the Kock and Kunt scent, and he was not on the trail.
That way, he and Harry would look like the heroes of the day, the two Kocks who saved the Kocks and Kunts from sure destruction in Dimwiddy's hands.
They could come back in triumph, and really rule the place. Tom's head spun with the delight of his triumph.
"Now," he said to Sally, "all you have to do is go to Dimwiddy's office."
"Right now," she gasped.
"Yes, right now," Tom said firmly. "We have to move fast."
"Okay," Sally said, a sudden dim look of doubt coming over her face. "But shouldn't I ask Stan or Mary or some of the other Kocks and Kunts before I actually go and do it?"
"No!" Tom snapped. "I told you. We already talked to them and we all made this plan together. Now we need you, and we need you fast."
"Okay," said Sally, somewhat reassured. Her instincts told her there was something very fishy going on, but Tom talked so fast and so forcefully that she couldn't even hear herself think, much less organize her thoughts and listen to her instincts.
"Now to Dimwiddy's office, introduce yourself. Tell him you're a new student and you have a personal problem to talk over with him. He'll fall for it right away."
"Yeah," Harry nodded in agreement. "He's a real dirty old lecher, he just doesn't have the balls to act out his sex fantasies."
"Sure," Tom said. "He'd love to get you alone in his office. Just make sure you close the door behind you so that Miss Goodworth, his secretary, can't see or hear a thing."
"The important thing is, make sure you get old Dimwiddy in a compromising position, you know, so that when the witness, Stan, barges in, there will be something for him to see," Harry said.
"I get it," Sally replied, slowly nodding her head.
"Now go on," Tom hissed.
As Sally turned on her heel and wriggled her way down the corridor to the principal's office, Tom and Harry gave each other a wink. It was perfect, simply perfect.
"What did I tell you?" Tom demanded.
"You're a genius, no doubt about it," Harry said. "But still, let's not count our Kunts before they're hatched."
They walked off to the teachers' lounge together, both anticipating the triumph of the next Kock and Kunt meeting. They couldn't wait to get what they thought was their just due, after the humiliating treatment they both got last night.
Meanwhile, Sally had gotten past Dimwiddy's secretary, Miss Goodworth. It was hard, but she managed it.
As she entered Dimwiddy's office, she caught her first glimpse of the balding, potbellied principal. Instantly, she knew he was a natural. A pushover, in fact, she said to herself.
"Hello," she smiled shyly. "I'm Sally Little, a new student here."
Dimwiddy's tiny, beady eyes lit up behind his spectacles. He pushed his chair away from his desk and got up eagerly.
"Why, how do you do?" he said. "Glad to meet you Sally!" He thrust a hot, sweaty hand into hers, and shook it forcefully, but his eyes were not watching hers. They were riveted on the two huge bulging boobs bouncing under Sally's tight pink angora sweater.
Sally could tell that Dimwiddy was undressing her with his eyes. Give the old ass-hole something to see, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath so that her chest heaved. Then, as she released the air from her lungs, she did it in little spurts, so that her boobies quivered as a result.
She saw Dimwiddy's eyes widen with lust. This is going to be almost too easy, Sally thought to herself. He's practically coming already, the old ass-hole. If he sees a strip of my flesh in the raw, he might have a heart attack and die on the spot.
"I-I just came to meet you and introduce myself, if you don't mind," Sally said, smiling shyly. She had forgotten to make up a good story, or an excuse as to why she had come to talk to him. But she turned that disadvantage into an advantage by quickly thinking up a clever line of bullshit. "You know," she said, "I think it's a shame, Mr. Dimwiddy, that there is so little contact between the students and the faculty, and the administration. I had no specific reason for coming here, but I just thought I'd do my part to bring us all closer together, and to have some sort of exchange going, you know what I mean?"
"I certainly do, my dear," Dimwiddy said in an oily voice. "I'm very happy that you thought to come and meet me personally. Most of my students can't be bothered."
Sally detected a note of regret in his voice. Suddenly, she realized he must be in a shitty position, everyone hating him the way they did. She felt a spurt of pity for him. It must be a drag, being the principal and knowing that all the students hate you, and all the teachers hate you too.
Impulsively, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
Of course, Dimwiddy took advantage of the situation and squeezed her hand back. Sally saw her chance and edged closer to him.
Now they were standing dangerously close together, with only a space of four of five inches separating them. Again, Sally pulled her trick of taking in a deep breath and letting it out in spurts, so that her titties quivered. Except, this time the quivering titties were not on the other side of the desk from Dimwiddy.
They were a dizzying four inches away from his finger tips.
Sally saw him break out into a sweat. "Why, Mr. Dimwiddy, are you ill?" she asked sweetly.
"No, no," he said. "It's you I'm worried about, my dear. The peculiar way you are breathing. Perhaps you are coming down with bronchitis and you don't even know it."
"Now that you mention it," Sally said, "I do feel a peculiar pain in my chest."
"Where?" Dimwiddy asked eagerly.
"Right here," Sally replied, her hand covering the tip of her huge tit, the right one.
"My goodness," Dimwiddy said excitedly, his eyes bulging. Now that he had a good excuse to look at her tit, he took advantage of it with a vengeance. His pale eyes gleamed beneath the glass of his thick spectacles.
"It is quite a pain, and I've been neglecting it," Sally confessed.
"You mustn't do that," Dimwiddy said. He pretended great concern. "Chest, or rather breast pains in females can be symptoms of many things."
"Really?" Sally asked innocently, her hand beginning a slow voluptuous massage of her gigantic boob. She rubbed the flesh under the pink angora wool hard, so hard that her nipple popped up huge and erect, responding sexually to her own touch.
When Dimwiddy saw the nipple on the huge, high mammary stand up erect like that, all his sexual juices began to flow wildly. He felt a horrendous but pleasurable pumping in his prick, a sensation he hadn't felt for years. He was a widower for twenty years now, and the only way he had gotten his rocks off in those past twenty years was by jacking himself off in the bathroom while looking at spread-eagled snatches.
Basically a shy, insecure person, Dimwiddy didn't have the balls to go out looking for nookie, certainly not for professional, hooker nookie. He was afraid of what exposure might do for his job, and his standing in the community.
Lately, however, he hadn't been able to achieve orgasm any way, even though he had tried everything. He had given up on himself, deciding that he was just getting so old, he was becoming asexual.
Now, suddenly, he was alone with a nubile young girl, and a very attractive one at that. He felt himself actually getting sexually aroused at a time when he thought he was no longer capable of even getting aroused, much less achieving orgasm.
Now, when he felt the pumping pulsing action of his cock, he felt like he was being reborn, and being given a second chance at life.
He went crazy with happiness. So, he thought, I'm not an impotent old man after all. He felt a surge of desire and lust for this girl who had given him back his sexuality simply by walking into the room. He felt so warm towards her, and so grateful, that he would have done anything for her.
But Sally was too busy following Tom and Harry's instructions. She wasn't aware of the effect she had on Dimwiddy, that is, she wasn't aware of the emotional effect she had on him, only the sexual effect. And that was what she was looking for.
"Do you think I should go to a doctor, Mr. Dimwiddy?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied. "I can't be sure. Let me check you up a bit if you don't mind."
"No, no," Sally breathed, "not at all. In fact, I'd be grateful for any advice you could give me."
"Let me see now," Dimwiddy muttered, pretending to concentrate on the medical aspect of the task ahead. Actually, his forehead was breaking out into a sweat of pure sexual excitement. His cock was pulsing madly.
"Let me sit up on the desk, and make it easier for you," Sally offered. Before he could reply, she had plopped her cute little rear on his desk.
"I'm qualified to do this, you know," Dimwiddy said. "I can give medical checkups because I was trained as a medic in the Army."
"Oh, that's wonderful," Sally breathed. "I really think this is going to be a great help to me." Inside, she was screaming with triumph. She had not made one wrong move since she walked in the door. It was perfect so far, just perfect, the only problem was, the positions weren't compromising enough. And Stan might barge in the door any second now. If there was nothing for him to see, nothing dirty, there was nothing that he could hold over Dimwiddy's head as a threat.
She got a little worried and decided she better move the whole seduction along at a faster pace. That way, she could be sure Dimwiddy was really fucked over when Stan walked in.
It was a risk, because she might move too fast and put Dimwiddy uptight. He might even throw her out of the office. That would really ruin the whole thing and seriously endanger the Kocks and Kunts.
And, Sally thought, they were all counting on her to save them. She would come through, she swore to herself.
As she sat on the edge of the principal's desk, the voluptuous young blonde student saw her chance. Dimwiddy's prick had turned into a huge blob under his pants. She could easily move just a bit, and touch that blob-like bulge with her knee. That should be the right place and the right move to make him really go crazy with lust.
As Dimwiddy was beginning to feel her breasts, pretending to examine them for lumps, or other signs of malfunction, Sally bounced her ass a bit, and let her knee bump lightly against his prick.
The reaction was instantaneous. Dimwiddy turned a bright lobster red. His face shone with beads of sweat and his eyes bulged frantically.
His breathing got thicker. He didn't move, or attempt to get his prick away from Sally's knee. He was waiting for her next move.
But Sally didn't want to chance another bold aggressive sexual gesture until she had gotten an agreeing signal from him.
Suddenly, Dimwiddy lifted his hands off her tits. For one horrifying moment, Sally thought she had gone too far, and he was about to stop his advances and throw her out of his office in disgrace.
But she couldn't have been more mistaken.
"My dear," Dimwiddy said, his voice trembling with lust, "I'm afraid you're going to have to take this lovely little pink sweater off, if I'm going to be able to examine you properly. As a medic, I know that direct flesh-to-hand contact is the only way to really tell the symptoms, if there are any."
"Oh, of course," Sally breathed. "I know you know what you're talking about. After all, you were a medic in the Army."
"That's right dear," Dimwiddy mumbled. Already, his hands were caressing her belly, sliding back and forth over her smooth flesh. As she lifted her arms up to pull her sweater over her head, her immense titties rose even higher. As the mounds of flesh became exposed, Dimwiddy's sight literally blurred with lust and with the sweat that was now pouring freely from his forehead.
Suddenly, without warning, his huge, loose wet mouth fell over one of her nipples. The wet slimy lips startled Sally. She was about to give a little shriek of surprise, but restrained herself at the last minute, remembering Miss Goodworth sitting in the outside office.
Dimwiddy started to suck on her nipple greedily. His large loose lips were more skillful than she had expected, and Sally actually found her cunt beginning to tingle with arousal as his slow sucking motions brought more and more of her nipple, and her tit into his mouth.
Sally was really amazed. She had never been handled by a man much older than her. She always thought that even the very idea was supremely disgusting, but now, here she was actually getting sexually aroused by the prototype "dirty old man."
Well, she thought to herself, if they touch the right things in the right ways, it's only natural to get aroused. It doesn't matter how dirty or how old they are, or, for that matter, how ugly they are.
As Dimwiddy's lips began to apply more and more pressure to her nipple, Sally felt a renewed tingling in her cunt, only this time it was stronger. It was so strong, in fact, that all her thoughts were wiped away and she fell into the bizarre love-making mood completely.
Once her sexual hormones began to flow, that was that. Sexually oriented as she was, Sally forgot everything else.
Soon, Dimwiddy's nipple and tit-sucking made her forget everything, including what she was sent here to do, namely seduce Dimwiddy.
She was doing that now, but she was doing it for the pure pleasure of the sexual stimulation she was getting, and not for an ulterior motive.
Instinctively, her hand crept down to Dimwiddy's crotch. As his greedy lips began to open wider, and his teeth sank gently into the soft flesh of her nipple and tit, her hand automatically began to unzip his fly.
Dimwiddy groaned with lust, a deep low groan in his throat. He felt her hand on his prick, and his mind exploded with lust.
Quickly, Sally unzipped his fly. Her hand dug frantically into the flap. She felt the cotton of his underpants, and she felt it wet with slimy come.
Shit, she thought, he must have climaxed already, and here she was, looking forward to having a stiff hard dick to suck on. But, as her hands pushed their way past the sopping, come-soaked cotton, she found the huge, pulsing sex sausage of the high school's principal. She was amazed and relieved that it was, incredibly enough, still hard and erect. Not only that, but it was pretty big.
Sally's cunt quivered with excitement. She was dying to get that hard stiff rammer in her mouth. Her freely flowing love juices had already made her own cunt sopping wet, and her mouth eager for the salty, sticky taste of semen.
Now that she realized Dimwiddy's cock was a stiff, massive erect rammer, and not a withered spent dick, she got even more excited. She wouldn't have to waste any time giving him a hand-job, trying to get the dick erect again.
"Oh, wow," she moaned. "This is delicious."
Dimwiddy didn't reply. He couldn't if he wanted to because his mouth was full of Sally's pink ripe tit. As his teeth continued to work it over, Sally's hand finally grabbed a hold of his whanger.
She began to stroke it slowly, sensuously, using the come-smeared foreskin to her advantage. That way, the lubricant was already there, and her hand could pump his cock to a new height of excitement more effortlessly.
Suddenly, Dimwiddy pulled his mouth off her nipple, and the tit plopped out with a loud, wet sucking sound. His eyes were tightly shut as his hands grasped under Sally's skirt.
He reached up her thighs, stroking them with his sweat-wet palms. Suddenly, he pushed her over on the desk, so that she lay flat on her back, sprawled over all his official papers.
"I want to see your cunt. I want to see a real live, wet, gaping cunt," Dimwiddy rasped madly.
"Feel free," Sally whispered. "You can touch it too."
"Really?" Dimwiddy croaked. "Will you let me?"
"Sure," Sally said. "You can put your finger in my cunt. You can put your tongue in my cunt too."
"Can I put my prick in it?" Dimwiddy gasped.
"Sure," Sally said.
"That means you'll let me fuck you?" he asked incredulously.
"Of course I would, any time. Just let me know. I really mean it," Sally said.
She thought Dimwiddy would collapse with excitement. But the old codger had more fight left in him than she expected.
As she lay flat on her back on his desk, he separated her legs. Grasping her thighs with his hands, he pushed them open as far as they would go.
Now, the soft flesh of Sally's inner thighs was tantalizingly exposed to him. He saw that soft white and pink skin, and his cock shuddered with arousal. It was more than he could bear for one day.
Suddenly, he noticed that the crotch piece of Sally's pink silk bikini panties was streaked with a dark moisture stain.
His touch had actually made her cunt ooze out love juice. The realization that he was actually capable of arousing a sexy, attractive young girl like that was more than he could stand. He wanted to fuck her, and fuck her right away.
He dropped his pants. His cock was now really erect, really thick and long. Sally, lying motionless on the desk top, looked up for an instant. When she saw the size and stiffness of Dimwiddy's monstrous rammer, her cunt gurgled with excitement. She felt the hot liquid flow of love juice ooze down her cunt once again and stain her panties.
She was excited beyond words. She got fucked by men with big pricks before, but never in her life had she been fucked by a sixty-year-old high school principal on top of his desk, and one who had a big prick too.
The bizarreness of the situation excited her. Her hips began to quiver with anticipation. Whatever else this would turn out to be, at least she could be sure of one thing: It would be interesting.
Quickly, Dimwiddy's hands grabbed the tops of her panties. He tried to tug them down, but couldn't because she was lying on the desk, her bottom pressing the fabric against it.
"Lift your hips up, my dear," he said quickly.
"Sure," Sally replied. She lifted her hips and thus raised her buttocks off the desk surface. Frantically, Dimwiddy slipped the panties off past her hips, over her knees and ankles, and dropped them to the floor.
There, before his very eyes, was the best cunt in Lincoln High.
Sally's blonde outer cunt lips were matted and foamy with milk-white love scum. They palpitated visibly from excitement. The inner lips were the palest imaginable pink, ruffled and curling around the edges like the petals of a fleshy rose. Dimwiddy's hands grasped for the cunt greedily. He wanted to touch it, feel it, lick it.
But first, he had to touch it to believe it was real, to believe that this could actually be happening to him, Elmer Dimwiddy, the balding, pot-bellied sixty-year-old principal of a big city high school.
As his hands reached out to touch the fresh young student's cunt gaping wide open before him, he quivered with such desire that he was nearing the point of madness.
When the tips of his fingers actually made contact with the soft sopping pussy flesh, surrounded by golden cunt hairs, an electrical thrill of sexual excitement shot through him and he ejaculated spontaneously.
The touch had been enough, and the sight had been enough.
Dimwiddy's old, but gigantic cock gave several convulsive jerks. The stalk quivered as the immense glans shook with lust. Suddenly, a spurt of hot yellow come came shooting out of his prick hole.
The burning fountain of gism shot out, spraying crazily all over his desk and all over Sally's outspread thighs and belly.
"Ugh!" Sally shrieked. She was shocked and disappointed. She was expecting a good fuck, and all she got was a liberal spraying from an over-excited old dick.
As Dimwiddy's cock made a few last convulsive jerks, spraying another feeble spurt of come into the air, the door of his office suddenly swung open.
Dimwiddy looked up from his withering prick. His eyes widened with fear and horror.
Suddenly, without warning, he crumpled to the floor.