Chapter 15

The next morning, a Wednesday I believe, I went to school with Jessica Cortez, my homeroom and Spanish teacher who also drove Natasha and Heather with us. The whole time she kept any free hands busy caressing my flesh. She made it clear that she adored me, and she wasn’t alone. Natasha and Heather each surrounded me and insisted upon accompanying me right until I was called into the principal’s office.

Again.

Yeah, it happened again. I wondered why, until Samantha Roth greeted me with her ass in the air and her hands on the desk. I didn’t waste any time. I just grabbed my prize and slid my cock into that sweet pussy of hers. I held her by the hips and thrust deeper into her gash, even as I eased my fangs into her neck to drink from her as I humped her. I drove harder by the stroke, every last push, as I slammed into her succulent slit.

“Finger ... my ... ass, please!” Sam pleaded with me to play with her bottom.

I was happy to oblige, finding the prospect of toying with her tush to be quite delightful. My fingers sank into her anus, stretching her sphincter a bit wider from that many digits buried inside it. When my fingers formed a fist, she creamed herself and screamed my name so loudly that no one could deny that she was my bitch. Yes, the Principal of Bullard High School was my personal fuckmeat and it was obvious to all.

When I spilled my load inside Sam’s twat, she creamed herself all over again, and she even licked my fingers clean from her own butt. She winked at me and mouthed that her cornhole was fully cleaned out, just to reassure me that she wouldn’t get sick. I playfully smacked her buttocks and turned her around to make out with her, using a great deal of tongue. Yeah, she was mine now and I would make full use of her.

“I’m yours now, Charles Mazzini. Never forget that! I’m yours now and I will encourage as many others to become yours as I can. Call it a ‘cult of the vampire’ or something like that, with me as a major acolyte. I worship you now and will do anything that you like ... I’m at your beck and call!” Sam winked at me and touched my hand for a second before we parted.

When I left the office and walked toward my homeroom, I felt someone grope my ass en route. I didn’t turn around to see who it was, due to being in a rush, simply enjoying the fact that someone desired me that way. That was until I heard a whisper in my ear telling me, “There’s more where that comes from, stud.”

I then turned around and noticed a saucy grin on the face of Camille Barker, my math teacher. What the actual fuck? Well, well, well, I thought, she really craved me! What would be next? I was sure to find out, but would it be good news or something else? I was a little torn over that, to say the least. Could she be trusted or was this some kind of trap? Had she really softened her views about me?

As I entered the homeroom, Jessica rushed at me and closed the distance to kiss me as fiercely as she could. She made no attempt to hide what she did from anyone, even going as far as to take my hand and hold it in front of the class. David Schuyler in particular grimaced as he saw that body language, a clear declaration of my teacher’s affection for me.

“Woah, hot for teacher, eh? Half your luck, man! I heard a rumor that you’re even plowing the principal now. Are you, Vampy? Well, Vlad, or should I call you ‘Count’? What’s the deal? Who else are you screwing me? My girlfriend, Amber, here?” David even accused his off-and-on girlfriend, Amber Dumont, of cheating on me.

“Maybe you’re next!” I glared at David and laughed when he peed his pants. The dude was such an easy mark, not being that bright in my view.

“Or maybe I am! If I’m going to be accused of cheating on David, I might as well do it, right?” Amber smirked as she lifted her skirt just a little higher to show me her lace thong.

“So, you admit that you’re my girlfriend, then!” David demanded, “So why cheat on me?”

“I haven’t cheated on you, but I’m tired of being accused of it constantly! I’m fucking tired of the jealousy, babe! It’s really pathetic ... if you ask me, a better solution would be an open sort of relationship ... In any case, as I said, if you’re going to accuse me of doing something, I might as well do it, right? What do you think, Mrs. Cortez, or should I call you ‘Jessica,’ even in class?” Amber teased all of us just before the bell rang...

Yeah, I had arrived pretty late to homeroom again, but not too late for Jessica to kiss me very passionately on the mouth, followed by another kiss from Amber. David’s ears looked to be steaming at that, especially given the heat that his girlfriend threw into a French kiss with me. She even held my hand for a hot minute, as did Jessica. Yeah, I was very popular in some quarters, not so much in others. David’s rage marked him in the latter category for sure.