Episode 21: JUNGLE LOVE

With a second lunch period to accommodate such a large school that spread out the student body so that the lunchroom wasn’t bombarded. Just as the students outside flooded the school yard to enjoy not just the sun, but Piper Cherry’s wet t-shirt contest in the fountain. Word was spreading like holy water and the exorcism was not working. Piper Cherry returned to the main floor of the school after checking on Josie and Mimi Alexander. Now that she knew her friends were fine after goading them into her wet t-shirt contest, she was exhilarated. Mischief her middle name Piper started to stop by her office but still found the Do Not Disturb post-it-note on the frosted over glass. Choosing to avoid principal Carl Manley suspecting he knew already of their outdoor fun she figured she might as well let it all simmer.

Knowing Sable and Dakota were in classrooms Piper headed for the gymnasium. The day of her interview she found many lunch goers had congregated there to relax and watch a cheerleading practice gone wild. That day, however, was the first lunch hour so this one might not have as many... “Spoke too soon. Do the coaches even coach?” She chuckled seeing students everywhere sitting in the stands and eating their lunches. The second Piper entered the gym fell silent. Brows lifting over their scrutiny every single student there stood up and clapped. Stunned by their loyalty and praise she knew her stint in the fountain was already spread like wildfire. “For Mwah?” She palmed her breasts as if Be Still My Heart. Girls came running up to her to greet her with hugs and thanking her for being so awesome. It melted her heart to see so many smiles at her expense.

“We won’t let Mister Manley fire you and Josie.” A pudgy but cute girl named Sierra spoke up, the others in agreement. “Not that he would anyway. Don’t let us spook you, Miss Cherry.”

“If you go, we riot.” Denise Griddle a former Debate team member put her foot down.

“Aww! My babies! I don’t think it will come to that but bless your hearts.”

“Other schools get away with worse.” Connie Pence added, “My cousin Julie tells me stories about Marquette. They have sex in the halls over there and don’t even get expelled.”

“I’ve heard rumblings about that. Are we certain your cousin isn’t making things up?” Connie immediately pulled her cell from her blue jeans and shared a video of students engaging in upright sex against lockers. Two couples’ side by side, hunky boys lifting hot girls up and pounding away. “This is in ... ah! I missed the overhead school banner. Those boys have cute asses.”

“I know right! This girl is my cousin Julie.” Connie pointed out a gorgeous brunette screaming at her lover’s cock destroying her. The racket of lockers being pressed into repeatedly echoed. Background cheers filled in the video. “Julie’s boyfriend recorded this.”

“So that boy is not her boyfriend?”

“No way! Josh is way hotter. She just does what she wants. I have more videos if you want to see them.”

“Let’s have a counselling session in my office sometime.” Piper chuckled. “To discuss your addiction to porn. I’ll pop popcorn in the teacher’s lounge beforehand.” The girls instantly busted up. “I’ll be in touch.” Piper pinched her nipples through her dress, her left strap back over her bicep. To her shock all of the girls mimicked her and pinched their own nipples even with bras off. Mind blown Piper giggled and playfully pushed them all away by pelting foreheads. “Go play. By play I mean ... basketball or something.” Laughter led the gathering of girls back to their lunches.

Prowling about barefoot Piper heard a number of students complimenting her toenails. Josie McKellen had painted them, so Piper thanked them adding in where credit was due. Anything to increase her Bestie’s public image. “No coaches around overseeing everyone?” She asked a Nerd Herder named Dwight. She felt obligated to recognize as many of them as she could. Some of them were outdoors that first day when she met Megan Love and her boyfriend Dirk Mason.

“Coach Ruth stays in her office. Crandell eats in the cafeteria this hour. No supervision really.”

“Oh, I don’t believe that. Every Clark Kent in this gym is using their x-ray vision on me right now.”

“Can you blame us? You’re our Kara Zor-El.” He chuckled back using her Superman reference as a bouncing off point. Nerd laughter ensued out of his friends.

“Aw! Who wants to see me fly?” All hands went up like a classroom cheat sheet. “How strong are you my adorable Men of Steel?”

“Tough enough!” Jeremy Brant chimed in flexing a miserable bicep. “Why?”

“See those jocks over there biting their knuckles? I wonder, can you boys stage surf me over there without dropping me?” Jaws hit the floor. No way was this luck happening to them. Eager to try only to feel her up they moved into a tight formation of eight boys and one girl and knelt down in ready for Piper to climb aboard. Shaking her head at her MENtourage she stepped back four feet then took a running dive on top of them praying she didn’t hit the floor hard. Her straps over her biceps her run sent her breasts toppling out into the open. Landing in a flurry of greedy hands it was a no brainer they would squeeze her tits. Hands all over her body her skirt lost its will to cloak her. She felt fingers even in her bikini area up under her skirt. No invaders inside her as of yet. Risky, she knew but the Nerd Herd rose to their feet in triumph. Piper threw her arms out to her sides and yelled, “UP! UP! AND AWAY!” The blonde bombshell was flying. Now she knew how Supergirl felt when Lex Luthor looked up her skirt. The brainiacs were babbling in flight over seeing her private planes ... parts!

The gym went ballistic in applause over her hijinks. In the Nerd Herd’s pawing her up while wheezing she made whooshing noises as if riding on air. Guiding her in for a landing amid jocks the group of mixed sports jumped up and took command. Being much stronger than the Herd they manhandled Piper mid-flight and took her up higher into the air, their strong arms straight up. Squealing at her captive audience the group led by a certain Angus Furlong directed his fellow ballers into a lengthier flight plan. Dominating her they circled the entire gym with Piper soaring. “How’s the weather up there, Miss Cherry?” Angus laughed. Nobody held her tits they were simply drooping over their heads, nipples tight and pointing at them.

“Looks like rain. I might pee.” She laughed.

“Golden shower it is.” Tight End, Nolan Proctor of the football team chuckled. The others less than enthused but not lowering her for a second. Those holding her legs took an aggressive move and spread her tail rudders so that everyone could see her drizzling cunt. In the gap it was as if her pussy was a fish gasping for air, her pink vulva opening and closing. Piper was having the time of her life.

Resorting to singing in flight Piper belted out, “I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea ... Fly like an eagle ... Let my spirit carry me ... I want to fly ... OH YEAH!” The students began singing along with her but changed the word eagle to Swallow. Horton-Dexter’s team name was the Swallows. She felt right at home. Keeping up with her insanity Angus Furlong plucked out his cellphone and prompted another Steve Miller song, this one JET AIRLINER. So, befitting! One long flight around the gym the guys had it in them for one more tour. Tossing Piper on to her back she yelped. Hands beneath her made certain her dress shrank, her skirt now clear up to her ribcage, her cleavage joining it in the middle like a big belt. Piper busted up at her unexpected eighty percent nudity. “FUCK MEEEE!” Stress not so much. If she were she wouldn’t be laughing so hard.

Furlong so amused by how cool she was in her nudity lured his Jock Flock toward the exit door. Double doors opened it was an easy escape. Students following as if an entrail exhaust left everything to keep up. Carrying Piper out into the hallway the flight crew waltzed her from one end of the hallway then too the turnstile before circling back. Her head dangling Piper realized the students were all recording her and giving her a wide variety of support ranging from a thumbs up to a pump of fists. A sudden chant of “PIPER! PIPER! PIPER! PIPER!” echoed the school. Teachers with classes in session forced their students to remain in their seats as they looked out to see her flying by. “HI ROGER!” She yelled in passing. Roger Dundee dropped his jaw at seeing her legs wide, her pussy in full delight. He had to grab his crotch and mumble, “Where has this bitch been all of my life.” He was sold on chasing her.

Guiding her right up to the principal’s office they stood outside the door and positioned Piper with her thighs facing the door. At first, she wasn’t certain where she even was, her brain was swooning. Hearing the chant Principal Carl Manley shot up from his paperwork and went to the door opening it. Wide open he bulged his eyes at looking directly at his new Counsellor’s tricking vulva. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Blame us, Carl.” Angus took the lead, his cellphone now blaring Steve Miller’s Jungle Love. Piper in her adrenalin high was singing along to the lyrics.

“Jungle love, it’s driving me mad ... It’s making me crazy ... Jungle love, it’s driving me mad ... It’s making me crazy! CRAZY! CRAZY!” She slid the fingers on her left hand down her belly straight to her clit. Carl Manley had a bird’s eye view of her massage. Prepared to blow a gasket Carl’s cell rang behind him, along with his office line. Suddenly every cell in the hallway began ringing. He shook his head out of disgust and retreated back into his office slamming the door behind him. Angus puckered at their strange luck, looking at his own ringing cell saying Unknown Caller. All ringing ceased immediately as if some eerie ghost call. Shrugging at it and finding Piper still rubbing her cunt he took a picture then made a whirlwind motion with an index finger.

“Let’s fly Swallows!”

Let the parade continue! Back to the gymnasium they went. Once more around the sidelines they hear the intercom system flare up. Out of nowhere the song Jungle Love was now promoted to school wide. Carl Manley had control over it so that made the crowd go wild, dancing all around Piper’s lost world. Fingers up inside her now she fucked herself as the gathering forces passed her off into a crowd surfing. There was no stopping them now. Piper Cherry was cumming and cumming hard.

In his office five minutes prior, right after slamming his door he answered his office phone first. A voice on the other end yelled, “SIT DOWN! SHUT UP! LET IT GO!” Slamming his phone down Carl fumed at losing control. Eying his cell it offered a text saying, “Play the song on the PA.” Looking it up he reluctantly cooperated. Once he did, he opened his drawer and opened a flask of Jim Beam and took a swig. His life was not his own anymore. Cursing he toasted the camera o0ver his office door.

“Here’s to my hotseat in Hell.”

Josie McKellen in her classroom paused the moment the song funneled over the speaker. She loved this song. In walking her class talking about Romeo and Juliet again, this time to her sophomore class she couldn’t resist dancing. Hands in the air over her head she wasn’t thinking about how her soft silky dress lifted so easily. Younger students they may be, but they loved a good show as much as anyone. Hands in her hair swaying about her bare ass shining, shaved bikini area inviting glances. At least her thighs were pressed so that her labia remained hidden. Boys jumped out of their seats and danced with her. One boy bold enough to grip her by her hips on top of the dress hugged right up on her ass. She simply smiled and sang the lyrics just like Piper. Only a very few number of students were appalled but watched regardless. No complaints vocalized but it wasn’t so much to their liking. They prayed for her. You get the idea!

Classroom disruptions were school wide, in Mimi Alexander’s art class she stood up to dance as well. While normally shy she adored music. Older students eying her behind her desk jumped up and moved in to dance with her. She turned beet red but smiled at them sheepishly and continued. Percy Johnson took it upon himself to take her hands and sway her side-to-side dancing with her. Twirling her for fun her Tennessee Titan’s t-shirt revealed her butt cheeks. She found it strangely liberating to leave her hem alone, she did still wear her panties after all. For a full song everyone laughed and rejoiced. Some older teachers frowned but what could they say. Carl Manley was the DJ behind the curtain.

The next class over from Mimi, Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler couldn’t contain his fiesta so stepped out and next door to see Mimi dancing with Percy. Once he saw her butt cheeks his dick leaped within his boxers. Seeing him in her doorway Mimi beamed and twirled again, her ass cheeks now facing him Percy’s hands went to her hips and lifted the t-shirt. Her entire lace undies visible, Kevin made a twitching reaction and a groan. The poor meek Amigo nutted in his drawers. Flipping her tongue at Kevin as the song ended, she waved him out and closed her door. Tease!

Dakota McKellen like everyone else danced, her button-down shirt with only one button attached at the bottom had her hands in her hair. Joining her in Edwin Connelly’s calculus class a number of other girls released cleavage at least, giggling with Dakota’s boldness. Edwin seated at his desk panted at seeing breasts even if nipples were hidden. With her back to Edwin, Dakota did take her biggest risk to date and flashed her tits to three boys before closing shop and succumbing to the song ending. Once silence hit everyone returned to their seats.

Travis Herbert seated in Chandra Mahcarti’s economics class found it crazy how the PA system was belting out old music. While students danced, he shied off, Chandra pacing her classroom nervously. She was not used to such party tunes, her Hindi roots less dramatic if you will. It wasn’t as if she detested the music, she rather liked it but had never grown up to its zest. Seeing her nerves acting up Travis jumped out of his seat and asked her to dance. Eyes flaring Chandra smiled. No one ever had asked her to dance. Taking his hands, they made fools of themselves. A trio of boys laughing at Perbert chasing the hot Hindi put gum in his chair in ready for him to sit on it. Evil they were. Perbert complimented Chandra, her eyes sparkling over another’s attention. Once the song ended her class applauded her. Travis bowing to his audience led her to bow as well, rather than curtsey. In leaning over her cleavage lowered into a nice reveal of her black bra. She hadn’t even noticed. Blushing she thanked Travis for the dance and called her class to order. Trav would bitch about the gum later.

Sable McKellen enjoyed her own cleavage show now that her bra was off and in her book bag. While not as bold as Dakota in her reveals she did shakes her breasts toward a few boys who seemed to take interest until she smiled. Those damnable braces ruined her day. Seeing their reaction waning she pouted and took her seat. Mavis Hale, her teacher returned from the hallway to check out the commotion of Piper Cherry’s body surfing in front of Carl’s office had her fanning her features. The Amazon, or as everyone referred to her as the Viking Bitch could not believe the insanity this day turned into. No stick in the mud, just behind the times due to motherhood and being married to a Police Detective, she felt obligated to tow the line much of her life. Stability was everything.

Massive knockers, Mavis bounced with every step her muscular legs took, no bra was able to contain their enthusiasm and she was well aware of her fair share of secret admirers. That part of her day made her smile. She loved attention but simply masked her emotions behind her marriage, her loyalty. Sable witnessing her teachers vivid stride lowered her gaze to her own chest and pouted. There was another drawback, she knew guys loved big titties. Sinking into her chair she buttoned up and found herself missing Travis. Fun while it lasted.