Episode 202: LeAP FROG

4:05 PM! Hop to it Bitch! You’re running late.

“I hope Marci didn’t take my subtle hints personally. I really like the band teacher.” Since speaking with newly rehired Marcella VanCamp earlier and coaxing her into becoming less stuck up, so to speak, she felt she broke ground on the new/old musician in town. If only Piper knew what she and Angus Furlong had just done out in the once vacant Band room. Beautiful music together in the form of what started as a side-by-side masturbation, which escalated into going all the way was the topic of destruction. Angus was proud of his encouragement skills. Too bad he couldn’t tell Piper about it. A promise to Marci would be kept for the time being. Trust meant more! Piper WAS well aware of that much. Trust meant everything. “I can’t worry about Marci right now. I’m sure she will come around fairly quick. I mean she did have sex with the announcer at the Marquette game last Friday, old boyfriend or not. Anyway, I better get dressed and head upstairs before my detainees think I went home.”

In the principal’s office, the door left wide open, Piper Cherry began to change out of her yellow leggings and white top for something more comfortable. Students still prowling the halls, more stalking her, that hadn’t left yet for the day spotted her peeling her leggings down and off of her bare feet. Her back to the hallway the boys checking her out got more than they bargained for in that perfect booty. They had seen glimpses of her butt cheeks before in her short dresses but not full nudity. They were aware of the rumors of her escapades in the halls, the gym, even outdoors but sadly their classes and lunch hour always interfered with seeing the grandeur of it all in person. Close but no candy cigar.

Tugging her top over her head she cast it on her desk and stretched to toy with her long blond hair for a brief moment. Satisfied for whatever reason she reached to her chair for a secondary dress on hand, this one a sheer white number that she had never worn before, at first considering it too see through, which it was. With Carl getting after her constantly to step up her game, this outfit was definitely a bell ringer. Pulling it on over her head she smoothed it out and let it form fit to her dynamic curves. Her dark tan from sunbathing out on the river aboard Roger Dundee’s boat, her flesh was totally shining through the fabric as if the dress were cream colored rather than white. The boys took pictures behind her back then hid their phones before she could catch them.

Turning around she saw the three young stalkers standing there in a daze now that she faced them. Her areolas were dark enough to show them exactly where they were located even if her meaty nipples bluntly stabbing out weren’t a telltale signature. Her belly button even had an indentation dip, jewelry lifting the material also noted. When it got to her thighs her pelvic bone lifted the material away from immediate flesh, so her pussy was not so easy to make out. “Oh! Hello there! Uhhh! Yellow there!” A point at her leggings on the desk to which she plucked up and folded neatly after flagging them out as if saying, “Toro! Toro!”.

“That was awesome.” Joey Thorne spoke for his blushing buddies. “Love your dress, Miss Cherry. You should wear that one more often.”

“That’s the plan ... what was your name again? Tom Peeper, was it?”

“Funny! I’m Joe! This is Zach and Steve.” She didn’t want to know how old they were, Carl would get over those young impressionables anyway. Life was getting to the point that if they saw more than they should, so be it. Not like many younger students hadn’t already watched her in the gym or during her crowd surfing incident. Whatever! Damage done she just crossed her fingers that they were friendly fire. The opened door was careless on her part because she was in a hurry, but again, she truly didn’t care anymore. Tucking her former clothing into a desk drawer while they hovered, she locked them in with her purse and prepared to head upstairs to Sahara Central. Home of the hotbox, no air conditioning or power on the third floor due to budget cuts, not even windows to open, all boarded up. Carl referred to detention up there as Hell on Earth. Close enough!

Keys in hand for the chain locks binding the doors on the third floor she moved toward the trio with a smile. “Bell rang thirty minutes ago, go home.”

“Waiting on our ride. My dad is coming to get us.” Joey told her as they blocked her exit just enough that she had to squeeze between them, her breasts right in their face, ass rubbing up against Zach. Eyes bulging as much as hers she snapped her fingers to get their attention higher than chest level. That snap was more of a Shakira move, her body dancing with her attention getters enough to feel like a stripper at Cashanova.

“Go wait outside!”

“There’s air conditioning in here. It’s like 101 outdoors. You’re going to detention, right?”

“I am!” She locked the office door knowing their eyes were now on her butt cheeks and the deep crevice the dress was smoothly pointing out. Fumbling her keys, they fell to the tile. Rolling her eyes at her luck, not one of them ventured to pick them up for her. She knew exactly why they were playing dumb. Scowling at them she went ahead and bent over, her skirt so short and tight along her hips that it simply rose to the occasion for her. Full moon and it wasn’t even nightfall yet. All three boys trembled at the sight of her pussy a mere two feet from them, Zach right up on that beautiful bottom. He was afraid to cop a feel even though his palms hovered a half inch from hips. No lingering due to her time frame she stood back up but simply ignored pulling her dress down. Turning to face them her stunning bikini area was visible. All three boys were flushed but drooling regardless. First pussy ever seen up close that was not in a father’s porn collection.

“You’re going to sweat your ass off up there.” Zach swallowed unable to look up at her. “At least your dress will keep you much cooler.”

“No more than you boys sweating right now looking at me. I’m used to it. Don’t break a blood vessel.” For some reason they all looked down at their laps. “I meant your eyeballs.” She slapped foreheads one, two, three in passing. “Be seeing you boys, just as I’m sure you will be seeing me. That is if you don’t go blind in the next three minutes.”

While she hurried down the hall and ready to head up the stairs the boys spun in circles at their fortune to finally get a hard look at that bombshell blonde. At the bottom step she looked back and busted them using their cells to record her wiggling away, basically nude in this dress. “Yep! If they’re not blind by now, they will be when they go home and beat off to that 30 second Pornhub. Why me?” As if she didn’t know. “Why not me? I’m worth it.” Indeed!

Reaching the second-floor landing and beginning her trek up to the third, she found her 31derful flavors all crammed together seated or standing against the wall. Waiting on her to unlock the chains and let them in they were disgruntled due to the heat even outside the doors. “Sorry, I’m late! You try running in stiletto heels and this might as well be latex.” She primps at her dress.

“Holy crap Piper!” Finn Rice looked at her sheer outfit, technically they all did, but he was first to speak up. “Now this kind of dress you need to buy in bulk.”

“They’re in the mail. I ordered them last night from a store in Italy called MAMA M.I.A. She only designs clothes that are sheer, like all of their sheep. However, no cotton was used in this dress.” Pure lambskin she chuckled in thought, of course that was a fabrication. That garnered laughter as she felt hands rubbing all up on her contours as she unlocked the padlocks and snaked the chains through the handles. With the help of Ebonn Craig the doors were opened, and the chains were brought inside until everyone had filed in, and she closed it back up, locking it from the inside. Only a few stragglers remained staring at her. Nerd Herd!

“What? Did you waste your money on those x-ray glasses in your comic book ads? See?” She fluttered her hands over her body, “I told you not to. I can’t knocker you guys, I bought a pair too.” Index fingers points at both nipples. “Triple XXX-Ray even.” Shooing them on while laughing they beat her to room 69.

Finally, she could be alone with her boy toys, all 31 of them if everyone was in attendance, although she had yet to get a head count. “My hormones are going crazy wearing this dress, it lightly rubs all the right erogenous spots as I move. I’m sure I could get away with this dress during school hours, Carl pushes me into bad judgment anyway. I am prone to not listening to the little angel on my shoulder much these days regardless, the one with the pitchfork up her ass. By the reaction thus far, these guys are going to go primal on me. Resistance is waning on my part these days as it is. I know I need to explore the trust a tad more but dammit...” She needed action, today she felt like pushing her boundaries far beyond what she had thus far. Sure, she had offered minor sex with a few boys, namely soft penetration as she called it and one-time full-on sex with Custer Martini at Roger Dundee’s direct orders, but that left many of her usual detainees wanting. Wanting BAD!

“Let’s see what I can do differently.” She walked the hall amidst her fans with a bubbly tone, “I’m feeling froggy! RIB IT! RIB IT!” Elbows to a couple ribcages for chuckles.

“What are you going to do to top last time, Miss Cherry?” Darryl Priest chimed in as they all watched Piper close the door to Cellblock 69, affectionately called Detention. All day long her 31derful flavors looked forward to being confined with the hottest blond counsellor in Horton-Dexter history. Today was no exception, somehow, she managed to wear less and less to school without getting into trouble. They knew why, Carl Manley had talked with Angus Furlong and made the Jocks his underlings in prodding the ladies to get bolder and bolder without being forceful.

Baby steps for some teachers like Chandra Mahkarti or Jaye Eccles, Mallory Unger and new rehire Marci VanCamp now that she was back. Josie McKellen needed no prodding, she was easy as fuck. Piper here not far behind except sexually. She up until recently was holding out, only fucking Roger Dundee on a daily basis. Always in a dress of some kind, short skirts, massive cleavage, no underwear ever these days, and sometimes even slits up the sides, even her yellow leggings were a hit due to their low hip hugging and being so tight that her every move shared where her body creased. That camel toe was sucking the micro thin material up deep all day long, same for her ass crack. She might as well have been naked. Just like this current dress, second skin.

Between Piper Cherry and fellow teacher Josie McKellen the hotness was off the index. Now the schools squeaky little Art teacher Mimi Alexander was exhibiting her own sexuality, posing naked for her classes to draw her. Taught and nurtured along by her friends Piper and Josie the girl was all in without reservations. Principal Carl Manley had even adopted Mimi under his servitude wing. As if she needed him, but it was great fun to be told what to do. Even now Mimi was on her way to meet Andrea Beckett at McRonald’s, invited, but also ordered by a certain masterful police officer by the name of Anson Potter. Her next few hours were going to set the bar. That’s another story already known, today, here and now ... it’s all Cherry’s jubilee.

“I was thinking of just sitting here for an hour and watching you boys sweat in this god forsaken sweat lodge.” She wiped a trickle of beaded sweat from her bulging breast, barely contained within her micro thin cocoon. Big blue eyes led them to disbelieve her as always. She was too big of a tease to keep a straight face. That dress alone being sheer and gathering dampness was now beginning to prove the wet-t-shirt theory. Clingy and needy! By the end of detention that thing would soak up so much sweat the sheer would be clear. Everyone there was thinking the same thing. It was time that someone relayed their universal thought.

“Get that motherfucking dress off Cherry Picker.” Angus Furlong sat at his desk tilting back on its hind legs, hands folded over his abs. Even after fucking Marci VanCamp, he was ready and willing to do more with the bombshell blond here. He like every student in this school adored the leggy porn star who was loving her new job more and more. Piper’s lunch time antics of late were becoming legendary, nerds telling jocks of her performance to the band Meat Loaf over the PA system. Eaten out by of all people Dirk Mason yesterday was not going over well either. Why him and not her loyal detainees? Not right Bitch! Not right!

Feigning insult, she covered her areolas with opened palms as if offended, “Are you beautiful young men going to let QuarterSmack talk to me like that?”

“YES!!!!” Every boy there chuckled.

“Well in that case I suppose I should obey my fanbase. Hit me with some music Calvin Recline!” Klein! Not even close, Calvin Klein would never design clothing to fit the gentle giant’s waistline.

“On it, Miss Cherry.” Big Calvin Knobbs beamed and took out his cellphone. Certainly not the PA system but it did echo in this closed environment.

With a mischievous wink she added, “Soon enough.” Accompanied by lizard flicks of her tongue. Standing up Piper waves two strapping young gentlemen in to assist lifting her up on top of her desk rather than climb up on her own. “Help me rise to the occasion Boys!”

Finn Rice and Corey Samson jumped at the chance, both kneeling at her feet and gripping her legs by the thighs to lift her. Squealing midflight and teetering to keep her own upper body aloft she palmed their scalps and squealed, “Look I’m giving head.” Laughing at her jest they managed to reach level ground on the desk surface. Swaying in her stiletto heels even once up there was a challenge without breaking her neck. “I’m on topple the world Ma!” She busted up laughing. “Maybe I’ll stage dive after my show. You all know I love me some surfing.” They were all acting ready to make a mosh pit.

Once steady atop her desk, fingertips barely touching the ceiling tiles as if a support, Big Calvin Knobbs flips on his cell and lets the music beat. Knowing she preferred heavy metal music they always gave her what she wanted. This time it was the song America by the band Motionless in White. Student Toby Mellon chose it when he made a playlist for Calvin. Calvin of course, considered it racist. It wasn’t!

It was a good enough song to strip too. Allowing Piper to show off her flirtatious dance skills. As a cheerleader for the Atlanta Falcons, she got rather good in stripper movements even though she never once stripped on the field, well ... not until the Marquette football game last Friday. Close enough only wearing feathers in her duel with Marquette Pep Squad Coach Maya Trinidad. She really needed to call that bitch and hang together some time, she did turn out to be fun as hell. Hands in her blonde locks she thrived on all eyes waiting on the inevitable. Make them sweat like she was doing became her motto. She put the WET in sWEaT!

It took the second song to get her motor running. Jackyl’s Dirty Little Mind fit the mood around the room, so much so that half of her attending fans stood up and began dropping their pants to get a healthy start on jerking off for her to watch as she danced. “Dance on these poles Stripper!” Gavin Ruley belted out.

“I will when you put the TIP in sTrIP!” She was so clever in her word play. Wallets were coming out even though hardly any of them had actual cash. Mostly ID’s and unused condoms. Piper Cherry felt the heat fast, her hands in her hair getting raunchy right along with her possessed flesh. It was time to cool off. That silky number she was wearing throughout her dance was lifted and brought over her head then cast away from wearing it until after detention was over. Heels taken off she went barefoot for the last few seconds of the song. “I’m ditching these drumsticks before I break dance.” She managed to lose one at a time and not fall over. Bitch was good! She really should have sat down first but she wanted a daring show that had them on the edge of their seats. Speaking of edging.

Kneeling lower she took a seat on the desktop then lay back gripping her ankles to offer them a spread-eagle view of her succulent pink pussy. Fanning her legs in and out she let go of her ankles and rebounded upward bringing her feet to the ground in front of her desk as if a TA DA moment.

Turning her back to them she ignored everyone by bending forward over the desk. Spreading her legs as wide as possible Piper offered them a hard look at her cunt and anal pucker, poised ready for the detainees should she allow the stampede to take them. Guys were definitely looking at one another to question if that was her intent. Reaching behind her she pried her ass cheeks as wide as they could flex then just as rapidly let them go in favor of a dance recital. Twerking like a pro the guys busted up laughing.

Nerd Herd member Dean Cooley chuckled, “You should make a Tic Toc video Miss Cherry.”

“Dick Dock maybe! I’d drive my yacht up that cANAL.” Angus belted out. “SUEZ! SUEZ!” He made pig squeals just to be cute. Chuckles silenced quickly when she stood tall and twisted to point at him.

“I see only one pig in the room Buddy. Unless you can fly, shut your ham hocks. There will be no swine before it’s time.”

“Yeah, Furlong quit playing with your peccary.” Antoine Boss chided his buddy.

“MUSIC! WHERE IS MY MUSIC?” Piper clapped her hands, “cHOP! cHOP!” Calvin thought she said Hip-Hop!

Knobbs quickly fixing the dead air with a song of his own he went full on with 2 Live Crew’s Pop That Pussy. Not her music style but it did make her vividly smile. Her resumed twerking became a full force booty shake that gave them all wHIPlash. For a beauty with a perfect body, she could still shine on the grind.

Leaving the desk, she moved out into her audience and danced up close to anyone aggressively jerking off. “PIGS IN A BLANKET BOYS! Whip ‘em out!” Encouraging others to bring out their cocks led to another batch of erections for her to taunt. The guys were quickly realizing she was fired up and going for her best show to date. Moving from boy to boy in fevered glances over her shoulder, she shook her ass right up against their laps, dicks slapping her butt cheeks, hard cocks batted around with her maddening twerks. A few wet whips against her she knew the cum was a brewing for a spewing.

She found herself giggling with them, even if some of the Nerd Herd just didn’t know how to react. As one song ended, 2 Live Crew continued with Face Down Ass Up. Piper was enjoying this change a little too much. With so many desk chairs slid out of their way giving her room she decided to offer actual lap dances. Nudging him down to sit on the floor she straddled Angus Furlong and rolled her labia directly along his compressed over beast. He loved the friction of her gyrating warm, wet cunt as it glazed his girth. So did she, it turned her on to the point of unbelievable levels. Tits swarming to both sides of his face, at first it led to Angus kissing one nipple then the other, tugging them between puckered lips until they popped. That was her signal to move on toward other seats. She was getting too tempted to just ride the studly young Quarterback, the more her pussy felt his beefy head slip over her vulva her anxiety made her perform a Bail Mary. Down the field she went.