Chapter 36

Mr. Driller heard the girls arguing before he even stepped foot in the classroom. He heard three voices, so at least they were on time.

"You just had to skank around, didn't you, Slut?" a voice he knew belonged to Sahara said.

"He liked me better," he heard Michelle say. "Why wouldn't he?"

"Neither of you could keep your man happy," Ashley said. "That's why he came to me."

"Whore!" Sarah railed.

"Bitch," Michelle said.

"Cunts," Ashley replied.

Mr. Driller sighed and opened the door. He read the Discipline Report the night before. The three girls had gotten into a screaming match in the lunchroom over a boy. No punches were exchanged so they were given detention instead of expulsion. It pissed him off that he had to come in an hour early because of who the girls were.

Sahara was the captain of the girls soccer team and leader of the group of girls who played sports. After-school detention would play havoc with her sports schedule and she was too good to kick off the team.

Ashley was the head of the dance team. She was at the top rung of a group that comprised the other dancers, the cheerleaders and the majorettes. She also had a litany of after-school obligations.

Michelle was the chief debutante of the school. Her father was rich and all the other rich girls and the wannabes followed her lead. Her father's influence meant she couldn't be subjected to the normal group of miscreants who landed in detention – even though that list was non-existent since school had just started the day before.

"Ladies," Mr. Driller said amiably. "I see you thought it wise to pick up where you left off yesterday. I assume you want to spend the entire semester getting up early to come in here to sit instead of just the next three weeks. That's fine by me. It gets me out of bus duty."

The girls turned in the seats to face the front. Each wore a look of abject anger on her face. Mr. Driller sat on the edge of the table and faced the girls with a frown.

The girls all knew Mr. Driller. Almost everyone in town had heard of him. He was in his first year at the school but he had been a student there and graduated the year before the girls had started. He was the undisputed ruler of the school during his senior year. He was captain of the baseball and basketball teams, the Homecoming King and the Prom King. Now he was in charge of behavioral issues, which meant he taught the kids thought too unruly to permit them in a normal classroom.

"Sorry, Mr. Driller," Ashley said. Ashley's older brother had been friends with Derrick in school and he had spent a lot of time around her house.

"Yeah, sorry," Sahara chimed. She, too, knew Derrick. He had been the coach of her youth basketball team and helped out with her softball team when she was in middle school.

"I apologize, Mr. Driller," Michelle said. She really didn't know Derrick that well but her father did. He had employed Derrick to mow their grass and shovel their driveway for a number of years.

"Don't apologize to me," Mr. Driller said. "I'm not offended. I've heard and even used every invective you three have spewed toward the other. I am unfazed. Likewise, the only discomfort to me is postponing my run until after school instead of before school. As I said, you've gotten me out of bus duty this month, so I consider this a bonus."

The girls glanced toward one another but no one would be the first to apologize. Mr. Driller waited for only a moment before he went forward.

"I have always been a believer in having the punishment fit the crime," he said. "Since you three seem to be in a battle for short-term gain, we will discuss the theory of treaties and alliances for a few minutes. Then we will compare and contrast those alliances with the situation we find ourselves in. You will then write a 10-page paper, together, demonstrating you understand the concepts we discuss. Are there questions?"

The girls groaned. They had expected to be allowed to just sit quietly for an hour.

"Let's begin," Mr. Driller said. "Can anyone name an instance where two or more groups with divergent goals put aside their differences for the common good?"

The girls looked up with wide eyes before Sarah spoke.

"You mean like the Coalition of the Willing or whatever it was called?" she asked.

"Not precisely," Mr. Driller answered. "The groups involved in that had a common goal even if they didn't know what the goal was. Anyone else, perhaps a little farther back in history?"

"World War II," Ashley ventured. "The Allies against Germany?"

"A good example, Ms. Malibu," Mr. Driller said, gracing the girl with the first smile he had shared since entering. "Russia, Great Britain and the United States each entered the fray at a separate time and each had a different goal in mind at the outset. Only by setting aside their own interests for a short time were they able to achieve success. How does that apply to what we see before us?"

"Are you suggesting we should be friends?" Michelle wondered. She cast a withering gaze at the two girls beside her.

"Friends?" Mr. Driller asked rhetorically. "I think that would be a little much. Do you suppose Russia and the United States were friends in 1939?"

"Great Britain and America were," Sahara said. "We've been Allies with them forever."

"We were such close Allies that we allowed them to be bombed into near-destruction before we interceded," Michelle said. "We only joined when someone attacked us."

"Which is the common theme among all the Allies," Mr. Driller said, relieved the girls had a firm enough grasp on history to follow along. "I would suggest what Mr. Crumbpecker did was an attack on the three most powerful entities in the school. Surely it cannot go without a demonstration of the force you each possess."

A light came on in Ashley's eyes.

"And you suggest it would be best for us to respond as a group instead of individually," she said.

"Well, I would suggest an alliance between the three of you could be beneficial," Mr. Driller offered. "Perhaps I could offer you my perspective then you can discuss it among yourself. Ashley, every girl on the dance team, the cheerleading squad, the majorette company and those who wish they were a part of those groups, follows you. I would estimate you control about 25 percent of the females in this school.

"Sahara, you have all the athletes behind you. You are clearly the best female athlete in the school and so they take their cues from you. Again, I would figure that is about 25 percent of the female population here.

"Michelle, you have the debs and their associated friends and followers. Everyone knows who you are and everyone knows you set the standard for fashion and social mores. Another 25 percent of the young woman here abide by the rules you put in place.

"The geeks, the band and the brains make up the other 25 percent and they will fall in line behind the more powerful cliques. Let's consider them Canada. It hasn't changed in 35 years. Now, take a minute or two and see if you can come up with a scenario where a treaty will benefit you – and punish your transgressor, Mr. Crumbpecker."

Sly smiles had replaced the scowls on the girls' faces and they put their heads together for a minute or two. Mr. Driller moved to a chair to await the verdict. This was going better than what he had expected. He was happy that the girls were intelligent and had come to recognize that the other girls weren't at fault as much as the guy who played them all was.

"Mr. Driller?" Ashley asked as the three girls stood in front of him. "I think we have our answer."

It suddenly struck Mr. Driller how cute all three of the girls were. Sarah was dressed in tight sweatpants and a T-shirt. Ashley wore a mini skirt and a white button down. Michelle was in a pair of tight jeans and pull over. It was obvious that none of the young ladies had bothered with a bra.

"I'm interested in hearing it," Mr. Driller said, pulling his mind out of the gutter. These girls might be 18 but they were still way too young for him.

"We have determined two initial problems," Michelle said. "First off, Jason Crumbpecker is riding a wave of popularity with the males because he slept with all three of us during the summer. That cannot be allowed to continue."

Mr. Driller nodded his agreement.

"To that end, we have decided that all the girls who follow us will no longer extend any affection to any male at this school," Sarah added. "That edict will remain in effect until Jason Crumbpecker is a quivering, crying shell and no one in the school will speak to him at all."

Mr. Driller realized these girls had caught on and were not playing around.

"Therein is our second difficulty," Ashley said, stepping forward. "We expect a difficult time enforcing a ban on sex. So we will encourage the girls to take females and older men as lovers in the interim. We have decided that we need to set the example."

Mr. Driller's gaze caught Sahara and Michelle locked in a passionate kiss. When he turned back around, Allie had removed her top.

"Uh," Mr. Driller stammered. Before he could extricate himself, he felt four strong hands on his shoulders holding him to the chair and Ashley seat herself on his lap. She kissed him with as much passion as he had seen displayed earlier.

He felt Ashley stiffen on his lap and moan into his mouth before she pulled her head back slightly.

"Oh, God, someone is fingering my pussy, Mr. Driller," she muttered. Derrick saw Sahara's head lean downward and take Ashley's small nipple between her teeth. "Oh, Mr. Driller. Sahara is licking my tits and Michelle is fingering my pussy. It feels so good."

He felt pressure between his legs and Ashley shifted backward.

"She's licking me now," Ashley commented. "She put her tongue in my pussy."

Sahara's hands directed Ashley off Mr. Driller's lap and onto the floor where she knelt over Michelle's waiting tongue.

"I'm going to play with your ass, Ashley," Sahara cooed. "Why don't you get Mr. Driller started?"

Ashley's tiny fingers pulled at Derrick's zipper. She tugged it downward but couldn't fish his hard cock out until she unbutton the top.

"Oh, Christ," Sahara muttered. "Look at that fucking thing. Michelle, he must have six or seven inches on Jason. Mr. Driller's cock is enormous."

Ashley's head dipped downward and took the cock in her mouth. She licked and sucked the head while her small hand jacked the rest of it toward her opening.

"Let me get your pants off," she said, pulling back slightly. "I want Michelle to be able to watch."

Derrick stood up and Ashley pulled his pants off. He saw Michelle's head poke from between Ashley's thighs – moisture around her lips – and smile broadly before her tongue poked out and licked the folds of Ashley's wet pussy again. Sahara motioned for Derrick to sit back down and Ashley's warm mouth engulfed his again. He saw Sahara kneel across Michelle's naked body and her hands slide up and down Ashley's firm ass cheeks.

She parted the globes then dipped her face forward and drew her tongue across the proffered back opening. Ashley's gasp of pleasure sent a wave through Derrick's groin.

"Oh, damn," Ashley sighed, pulling her mouth of Mr. Driller's hard cock again. "I got a tongue in my box and a tongue in my chute. And a cock in my mouth. This is a whole lot better than social studies!"

She lowered her head back to Mr. Driller's groin and sucked for several minutes, always pausing when he was about to shoot his load. She put her head on his thigh as her orgasm washed over her, then turned to kiss first Sahara and then Michelle, who stood up and licked her lips lasciviously.

"Do you like my little pussy, Mr. Driller?" Michelle asked. She ran a finger through the puffy lips, diddled her clit and then offered the finger to Derrick's mouth. He sucked the digit greedily. "I want you to eat my pussy, Mr. Driller. I want your tongue inside my tight little twat until I come."

She pulled him down to the floor until his back was against the chair then placed her mound right at his lips. She parted the thick outer lips with her own fingers and Derrick licked and nibbled on one of the sweetest pussies he had ever tasted. He felt someone kneeling on the chair behind him and glanced up to see Sahara take one of Michelle's long nipples into her mouth and bite it lightly.

Michelle squealed in pleasure. A hand wrapped around Derrick's member and jerked him slowly. Then he felt something pushing Michelle's box closer to his mouth.

"Oh, yeah," Michelle said softly. "Get that asshole nice and wet. I want you to fuck both my holes while Mr. Driller eats my pussy and Sahara chews on my nips."

Ashley's chin bumped into Derrick's as both tried to get their tongues deeper into the hole in front of them. Ashley showed serious multi-tasking skills as she continued to jack Derrick's cock as she slipped a finger between Michelle's cheeks and into her ass. Michelle responded by rotating her hips, driving her twat onto Derrick's tongue and then Ashley's finger deeper into her ass. Derrick's tongue felt something brush against it and warm moisture flooded his mouth. He realized Ashley now had a finger in both of Michelle's holes and was fucking in and out rhythmically.

Derrick timed his swipes across Michelle's engorged clit with Ashley's motions and Sahara alternated between licking Michelle's tits and kissing her deeply while pinching them. Like Ashley, it was only a few minutes before a fierce orgasm washed over Michelle.

"Oh, shit," she moaned. "You bitches are making me cum. God damn, Ashley, fuck my asshole harder. I'm going go cum right on Mr. Driller's hot tongue. Sahara, you hot slit. Pinch my tits, girl. Don't be gentle. Make me cum!"

Ashley and Sahara, driven by the profanity spewing from the refined mouth of Michelle Foxx, did as she bid. Ashley's fingers sawed in and out of her tight ass channel and Sahara sucked noisily at Michelle's elongated nipples. She came with a shriek and Derrick felt the girl's legs start to quiver before Ashley removed her fingers and he gave Michelle a long, last lick of that gorgeous pussy.

Michelle had no soon stepped away when Sahara took her place, kneeling across his lap and licking the juices off his face. Derrick felt the hand on his cock tilt him downward and another warm mouth take half of it in one stroke.

"That is a seriously talented fucking mouth, Michelle," he heard Ashley say. Sahara was trying to get ever last drop out of Michelle's nectar off Derrick's face when she stiffened and started to stand.

"I thought we said no..." Sahara started before Ashley's hands landed on her shoulders and guided her back downward. Derrick felt her pussy lips slip and the first inch of his hard cock slip inside her pussy.

"Make love to him," Derrick heard whispered. Ashley had broken character but he paid it no mind. "Shelly and I want to make love to you while you make love to him."

Sahara kissed Derrick deeply and he felt a soft tongue trace the length of his cock to where it joined Sahara.

The pair kissed as Ashley and Michelle licked and stroked their bodies until Sahara found the full length of Derrick's rampant cock encased in her wet, velvety tightness. He kept his hands on her hips but allowed the girl to set the pace as she started rotating her hips and sliding up and down on the pole. Ashley stood behind Sahara and played with her large breasts, rubbing them gently and tweaking the nipples. He could feel Michelle's hot mouth on his balls, running up his cock and onto Sahara's pussy and asshole.

"Oh, fuck," Sahara moaned. "This is so fucking hot. Michelle, if I turn around, will you lick my clit?"

"You know it," Michelle murmured.

Sahara lifted up and spun around. Michelle's mouth took half of Derrick's cock again as she licked and sucked all the combined juices off before lining it up with Sahara's tight hole again. It took only a few strokes before Sahara's pussy rested against Derrick's nuts. He could feel Michelle's chin as she licked and sucked on Sahara's large clit. Sahara guided Ashley in front of her and buried her face in the small girls' breasts. Derrick could tell she was stroking her pussy.

"I'm going to cum," Sahara muttered, taking one of Ashley's tiny nipples between her teeth. Sahara began to lift her pussy off Derrick's cock slightly before plunging back down, dragging her clit over Michelle's tongue each stroke. He felt her go rigid, clasp Ashley tightly to her and let out a loud moan of satisfaction followed by a series of low whispers as Michelle kept her mouth attached to her pussy.

"Can you take him?" she asked Ashley. Ashley nodded eagerly.

"But I want him to cum in Michelle's mouth," she said. "Michelle, do you want to suck our pussy juice off and swallow a load of hot cum?"

Michelle responded by kissing Ashley firmly then helping Sahara to her wobbly legs. Ashley licked her fingers and ran it through her pussy to make sure she was moist, then crouched down over the impossibly long, thick cock. Derrick was certain it looked obscene as inch after inch disappeared into the tiny young woman's hot pussy. Sahara took Michelle's hand and laid her down with her head on Derrick's thigh. Michelle was only inches from Ashley's ass as the girl raised up on her legs until Derrick was almost out of her and then slowly lowered herself down again.

"That is so fucking hot," Michelle said. "I can watch the whole thing just disappear. Oh, shit. What are you doing, Sahara?"

"I'm going to eat your sweet, sweet pussy for you," Sahara replied. "I'm going to lick your clit, tongue your little hole and finger fuck your ass until you give me more of that tasty juice on my tongue."