Chapter 11

Unbeknownst to Sandy, the next morning marked the beginning of her final week at The Center, and a busy week it was going to be. Following her usual morning toiletry routine, Sandy was scheduled to be fucked by one of the members of the observation panel.

A wrestling type mat was brought out and a 'volunteer' was chosen from the panel. Much to Sandy's dismay, she immediately recognized the young man who stepped forward. It was John Berman. John was considered by most of the girls Sandy's age to be the school dork. He was a class behind Sandy at school, and she thought he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Sandy remembered distinctly the time the bashful young man had attempted to ask her out on a date. Sandy had been quite cruel. In front of several of her friends, she had rejected John then ridiculed him, asking him just who he thought he was to even think about asking to go out with her. The entire affair had been ugly. John Berman had run from the group of haughty teenage girls, a crushed individual.

Now the tables were about to turn. John grinned his usual goofy, sheepish grin as he approached Sandy and her Coach.

"How would you like her, son," Sandy's Principal asked John Berman.

"I... I dunno," the young man answered.

"Very well then, I'll decide. I think we will begin with a rear entry. Miss Winters get on your hands and knees and face the audience."

Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of objecting did as she was told.

"Go ahead, son. She's all yours. Let's see what you can do for her. Miss Winters, I want you to look back over your shoulder while your lover enters you."

While John Berman knelt on the wresting mat behind her, Sandy turned and looked back at him as directed. Berman was at a bit of a loss at first but soon Sandy watched in horror as the young man took his growing penis in his right hand. Placing his left hand on her hip, he guided the head of his cock to her vaginal entrance. Sandy's eyes widened slightly and she inhaled a quick breath when she felt the hot tip of John Berman's prick touch her tender flesh. Then with one deliberate but unpracticed thrust, the "school dork" was in her. Sandy shivered and began to look away.

"Continue to look at him, Miss Winters," her Coach commanded. "Until I tell you otherwise. Go ahead, son. Fuck her," he urged young John Berman.

At last John Berman came out of his shell. For the next few minutes he fucked Sandy hard. From time to time he would laugh and talk dirty to her, asking her how it felt to have him fuck her after the way she had treated him.

Sandy was utterly mortified by the experience. After awhile, her Principal had allowed her to look away from her lover and face the audience which wasn't a whole lot better. "Arch your back, Miss Winters. Make it good for him," she was told by her Principal. Sandy complied. John Berman had also been told before hand about using Sandy's anal plug to his advantage. The young man now took great joy in slapping the hard rubber device with the back of his hand from time to time, causing Sandy to grunt nicely.

The fucking didn't go on for long, nor was John Berman overly well endowed. However, when at last the young man cried out and dumped his load into Sandy, it was one of the most ego shattering experiences the young blond would remember from her time at The Youth Training Center. The Center thought of everything.