Chapter 10

PRINCIPAL BANGLES BECOMES TIGER'S PRINCIPLE BANGER

Mom wasn't all that mean when I came home from the hospital. I admit we wouldn't ever make a dress-alike mother, daughter team. But she looked at me with actual concern when she checked me out. She didn't accuse me of taking on those cruddy dimwits who'd tortured me, and I appreciated it.

She did inform me when we got home, that I would have to baby-sit an extra night to help pay five dollars a week toward my hospital bill.

This order struck Margeen's funny bone. She lost her cool and laughed until, surprisingly, Mom got up and smacked her one in the mouth. "What's so funny? I'm not rich you know," Mom reprimanded her.

"Mama, I promise I wasn't laughing at you. The subject of baby-sitting reminded me of a private joke."

"Margeen, you have the strangest sense of humor lately," Mom told her. "Well, I'm in a hurry to go to a meeting. You can tell me your funny, joke tonight while Tiger is babysitting."

It was Tuesday night. I would have to take it easy. But I showed up at the usual rendezvous. Those beautiful people! Brad, Brett, and Lilly all gave me such tender loving care ... all three together.

They laid me on the cot. Down on their knees they rotated around me, each eating, sucking or licking a tit or my puss. When I was lit up like a Christmas tree from the final job Lilly gave me, the B's took turns at fucking me ... straight screwing. No acrobatics tonight.

Our rather bland act didn't seem to stifle Billie too much. He stood in the corner watching and he 'came up a storm' as usual.

Tom, Benny and Gil re-acted in the same manner. They were very gentle for a couple of weeks. My sex colleagues' thoughtfulness overwhelmed me. I offered them all a 'night on the house,' but they all insisted on paying as usual.

Margeen surprised me most of all. The most I could do for her was a finger job ... aided by my Mom's hidden vibrator. (So Mom thought.) Margeen paid me double. Insisting the extra was to help pay Mom what I owed her on my hospital expenses.

Oddly, I felt slighted in only one area. I hoped Jim Black would come to see me, or at least phone. Gil told me that when Jim heard what happened, he went wild with fury, and threatened to hunt down and kill all three of the bastards who'd abducted and tortured me.

But I didn't hear from him. In fact, he graduated mid-year, just before Dr. Luke okayed me for school again. He went away to college without so much as a fair-thee-well. I hid my tears in my pillow and didn't allow myself to think further about him.

After about three weeks there was but a slight red line where my face had been sutured. I was back to normal and ready to hump ... FULL STEAM AHEAD.

Everyone had been so kind to me. I decided it was my turn to treat. I started with Gil. I gave him a fantastic blow-job. His first. I hadn't introduced him to fellatio before. Because of being confined to his garage, we always had quick, plain fucks. Period. Well, QUICK was the word when I lopped him with my tongue. He got so excited he only lasted three or four minutes at the most.

For my next special, I brought Margeen with me to entertain Tom and Benny. She wouldn't screw them. But she treated their stiff ramrods like cherry lollypops which she longed to lick down to the bare stick. Then she invited the boys to watch us while we had an oral picnic eating each other out.

After that scene, the guys were so excited, they banged me with zeal. Both at once. Brett laid on his back sprattle-legged. I sat on his stiff pony sized peg ... leaning down toward his face. Brad got between his legs, and right in tune with his twin, he fucked me in my quivering asshole. Yep. One in the front hole. One in the back.

Margeen sat watching with wide open eyes. At intervals she said, "Oh my goodness!" As our fucking grew wilder, she kept playing with herself so fast that she kept complaining. "Oh help. Oh damn. My fingers are tired and I haven't made myself come yet!"

I had to do some tall thinking about how to treat my Tuesday nighters with a special. I decided to combine a daisy chain and a circus. Lilly, Brad, Brett and I would form the chain. The circus would be a one man voyeur team ... Billie.

With the exception of Billie, I explained to everyone how he would pretend we didn't want him to observe what we were going to do tonight because we thought he might not approve.

Of course he would manage to watch every move somehow, and having to sneak was more exciting for him. After all, this was his bag.

We all put on a good show, convincing an irate Billie he absolutely could not watch at all. He finally stamped away, cussing us royally and threatening to divorce Lilly.

"Now let's give poor Billie a good orgasm," I said. "I've been sort of selfish up to now, wanting to be the center of attention. We aren't strangers. Tonight, it's no holes barred. Let's really have at each other."

"You're the director Tiger," one of the B's said.

Wasting no time, we all stripped.

"Okay, let's spread the blankets from the cot on the floor and all flop down," I said.

We did, and ended up in a line. Brad. Me. Brett. Lilly. "Now close this line into a circle," I directed. "One, two, three ... GO!"

I was on my hands and knees in my favorite position. Brad rammed his hard-on into my already creaming cunt from behind. Brett was on his back and I lopped my mouth over his throbbing dick. Lilly jumped on his face, sitting with her back to Brett, in order to face Brad. Brad started eating her pussy like he thought it was his last meal before the gallows.

Lilly's clothes were piled beside the blanket. Suddenly out of the pocket of her jacket she grabbed a dildo ... fitted it over some fingers and jammed it to Brad.

He yelped and jumped a foot. This was entirely new to him. And Lilly had taken him by surprise. I didn't mind the leap at all, because when he jumped, his excited riveter jammed solidly into me, almost up to my throat.

All of the sexy noises, and the awareness of what good sex deliverance everyone else was getting, drove me wild. I wanted it all. And judging from the groaning and ahhing and wild thrashing, everyone else apparently felt just the way I did.

Brad's fucking me was great. But I wanted everything I could get. I wanted Brett to cornhole me. And Lilly to sneak in and chase him away, so she could eat me to just this side of the third dimension.

"Let's all change partners," I called. Pulling loose from Brad, I switched over to wiggle up under Lilly's fast working mouth.

I don't know what everyone else was doing at this point. Because Lilly instantly started sucking my clit, gently biting a particular area of my tiny ever-sensitive honey-bird, that only she could find every time. My eyes were squeezed tight shut, as I wiggled and moaned with passion.

Someone was milking my tits expertly. And someone was leaning over my head with his cock stuffed in my mouth so deep I almost bit it off with yelps ... when that Lilly made me COME A RIVER.

I do know one of the B's rammed a determined dick up Lilly's ass while she was bent over, her head buried in my wet, throbbing love castle.

She wiggled and twitched like a wooly worm to get away from that poker. But the hard prick that was in her had a mind of its own. She couldn't get away.

I dug her predicament. The more she fought to get loose, the more thrills she gave me, for she didn't come up for air, but lapped her tongue further and further into my sensitive pussy.

At this point, Billie, who we knew had had a more than ample peakhole all the while, came rushing into the room yelling excitedly. "That's it. Get it in her boy," Billie sang out. "Ram that stick right in her stubborn hole. Teach her what cock is boy. Yipee! This I gotta see!"

I opened my eyes at this turn of events and saw Billie leaning over Lilly and Brett, who was serving as her ramming rod. Billie had that big dong out of his pants, cupped by his hand, as usual.

Lilly was groaning in ecstasy. She had crossed over the line. She'd completely forgotten she didn't want to be fucked by a male prick. She'd broken her own barriers.

"Maybe Billie could be initiated too," I decided. Pulling away from Lilly's good tongue, I crawled over to Billie who didn't even see me. He was too busy watching his wife's punctured ass.

I grabbed Billie's hand away and lopped onto that huge all day sucker and went up and down as fast, and as far in my mouth as I could take it. I used my lips for the up and down motion, and gave him a firm tonguing on the underneath side of the shaft at the same time. That big daddy leaped for joy inside my mouth with such a jolt, I bit my lip.

Billie-boy came with a rush. He must've poured a bucket of hot juice. Then, all pooped he sat down on the floor and said, "Well, I'll be goddamn. That was sure nice of you Tiger. Now Lilly, you get up from there. We're going heme. We have some personal business to tend to."

We all roared with laughter. But only for a split second. From the doorway of the little furnace room, the unmistakenable voice of our dearly beloved principal boomed. "None of you are going anyplace for the next few minutes. Now put your clothes on."

Now, under normal circumstances Mr. Bangles is not that frightening. I mean he isn't eight feet tall, and he didn't have a gun or anything. As I looked at my partners, I didn't see one hard cock left standing. Talk about sticking a pin a balloon! We all fizzled but fast.

We dressed in record time. Billie had the advantage here. All he had to do was tuck junior back into his pants and zip up.

If the B's got each others clothes, it didn't matter much. They dressed identically anyway.

But Lilly and I were something else. She got my new blue faded flairs, so I ended up with her levi's. Lilly was a head taller than me. The full legs of my short flairs flopped around the calves of her long legs, and I was stumbling on a foot of extra pantleg.

Mr. Bangles stood in front of us, his hands in his pockets, like he thought he was on the podium behind the mike. He gazed at us like we were naughty children who wouldn't continue to dress if he looked away. He waited until we were all finished, and standing there like speechless dunces. Then he cleared his throat and made his speech.

"I will decide tomorrow just what measures I shall take in regards to this ... deplorable act. Do not think for one minute you will be let off lightly. I have nothing more to say to any of you at this point. With the exception of one thing. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN!" he roared. "NOW OUT!"

And out we got. As fast as we could trot.

Needless to say I didn't sleep all night. Damn it! Every time I thought I was getting ahead, someone lowered the boom. First Norma the spy. Then Margeen the thief. Then my hospitalization. Now Mr. Bangles would put on the final squeeze. If he reported our 'circus' to the authorities, Mom would be told. And I would be dead! And so would the others. Billie and Lilly most of all; because he would be out of a job.

By morning I had decided it would be better to approach Mr. Bangles before he jumped me. So, telling myself anyone who'd survived being tied up to be roasted alive, could surely face a high school principal, I went to school early.

I was admitted in to see him right away.

"Please let the others off," I said. "I'm the ring leader. They aren't bad people at all ... and we didn't hurt anyone."

I had never paid much attention before. Mr. Bangles was about the age my daddy would be if he were alive. And he was a very good looking man. Very blue eyes and silvery gray hair ... still thick and wavy. He had numerous crinkle lines about his eyes, and a wide, sensuous mouth.

"A very interesting speech Tiger," Mr. Bangles said. He was sitting at his desk fooling with some papers. "But of course you know what action I must take. You will no doubt be made a ward of the court. Billie will be fired ... to say the least. Those twins...."

"Sir. No one knows you saw us. Such a scandal would ruin you as much as any of us."

"Yes. I know," he interrupted me as I had him. "What do you suggest I do?"

"I know it is expecting a great deal. But if I promise it will never happen again if you let the others go, you can punish me anyway you want."

"Billie would have to leave the school," Mr. Bangles insisted.

He was hedging. I could see he didn't want one hint of this to leak out. I felt braver.

"Couldn't he be transferred? Billie and his wife have just gotten together."

"I noticed as much last night," he said. And I saw a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, I could arrange that if...."

"If what sir?" I asked hopefully.

"Sit down Tiger," Mr. Bangles finally invited, nodding at a leather chair in front of his desk.

Instead of being seated, I went around the desk and sat on Mr. Bangles lap. Astraddle him, like I sat on Daddy's lap when I was a little girl. After all, why not gamble? He couldn't get me into anymore trouble than I was already in.

But Mr. Bangles didn't want to get anyone into trouble. His cock transmitted this message to me right away. He just needed tender loving care himself. When I scooted my warm furry nest up against his crotch, his dong started dinging. It made little jumping movements as it hardened.

"I'll give up my Tuesday night gang for you," I whispered in his ear. I held his head gently between my hands.

"Would you go down on me like you did Billie?" he asked huskily. He was feeling my boobs up with one hand, and running his hand through my long hair with the other hand. Slowly, easily, at first, we began to rock slowly.

I was as confused as Mr. Bangles. What fond memories he awakened in me. I felt warm, warmly nostalgic, and hot and horny as hell at the same time.

I reached down to unzip his fly, but he stopped me. "Just a moment," he said. He dislodged me from his lap and went to lock the office door.

I quickly stepped out of my bikini pants and scooted up on the edge of the big desk. Then, when he came back to me, I laid back on the desk from the butt up, and let my legs dangle free. Looking him directly in the eye, I winked at him and spread my legs in welcome.

I knew from this position he had a close up view of my pink love castle as it peaked from it's black curly cape. It didn't take him but about three long steps to get to me. Dropping his pants, he took out his lovely father worm, and put it to bed in the hole that would become that little bugger's home for the next few months.

As I promised, I gave up my Tuesday night buddies. Daddie, as I called Mr. Bangles, took their place. Billie was transferred to another school. Our new janitor never once saw me slip in Daddie's office each Tuesday night.

Daddie was a new kind of fuck to me. He was no slouch at screwing. He could last as long as most of the younger ones. Except Jim. (Would I never find anyone to compare to Jim?) The thing was, I found myself a trifle subdued with his father figure. Though I did most certainly get my rocks off with him.

My hanging daddie always listened to my troubles too. He was the first person in whom I had confided since Daddy. He agreed from the first to pay. me the twenty bucks I had been collecting from my gang once a week. And when I told him I had to help pay Mom for my hospital bill, he sent the balance of the bill to the hospital 'anonymously.'

For that good deed, I walked into the office before school the following morning. I went straight over to my daddie, where he was talking on the phone to the president of the school board. I unzipped his very fashionable pants, took little Daddie out, and slurped him up.

Mr. Bangles had definitely never been slurped before. He went ape. He made some funny noises into the phone and then gave up and dropped the instrument altogether. I reached over and hung it up for him. After all, I wasn't giving the school board any free sex sounds by which to jerk off. Then I went right on with my business, licking round and round the tip of that dong that was quickly going bananas.

"Oh my God, Tiger! I can't stand it. Oh! You can't imagine how that feels. Oh, you are such a good little girl ... Oh ... eh ... I'm going too ... eh ... ejaculate! Goddddd! Thank you," he said.

"It's all right Daddie," I said, kissing him on the forehead with my soaking wet mouth. I want you to have a good sex life. You're the nearest thing to my own daddy I've ever had."

Mr. Bangles looked at me with a very startled expression on his face. He fumbled to hide his little joy stick back into it's hiding place before I opened the door.