Wendy ignored the knowing smirks from her classmates in her last class. She reeked from the smell of the principal's sperm all over her chest, but she didn't care.
As soon as the bell rung she got a text from her boyfriend, Alan, to meet him at his car in the parking lot. Wendy figured that word had gotten around, as it usually did. The secretary was a terrible gossip and sometimes she would even text snapshots from the various videos made in the principal's office. The secretary loved having access to the lewd videos. Sometimes, during the filming, if the scene was particularly hot, she would reach down between her legs and jack off while she watched the live action.
Alan was waiting in his car. As Wendy got in she could already see the big bulge in his pants and she didn't have to be a clairvoyant to see what was in her future... a dick in her mouth... again.
She didn't fight him, she knew it was useless. Her parents liked him and her mother had told her to be "nice" to him and "accommodate" him any way he liked. Her mother told her that she was lucky to have such a good looking and virile young man to sex with. Sometimes his mother would ask flat out, "have you been sexing your boyfriend regularly, honey?"
Wendy hated when her mother would ask her about her trysts, because almost invariably her mother would get aroused and demand more details as she forced her submissive daughter to lick her mother's pussy while Wendy tried to tell as many details as possible about what they had done that day, or evening. Not only did Wendy have to make her boyfriend cum, she was then obliged to make her mother cum as well. And sometimes, after her father got home from work, he would come into her room and have her strip down to just her cheerleader skirt with no panties on and have her lie back on the bed while he fucked his ripe little teenage daughter.
Wendy didn't really mind though, because she secretly reveled in the attention and frequently she would cum as she was sucking off her boyfriend, or licking her mother, or while her father fucked her... pounding her so hard that she worried her bed might break.
Wendy loved sex. She often masturbated in her sleep. She would sometimes wake up in the middle of an orgasm, thrusting her young hips upward to meet her stiff fingers rubbing over her clitoris. She was what the boys called "one hot little number". In fact, those were the first words her current boyfriend had ever said to her when he found her sitting alone in the dark at a movie theater. He had sat down next to her, reached around and pushed his hand down her blouse and into her bra, where he pinched her nipple and said "Hey, Wendy, I hear you're one hot little number." That was the first time Wendy had sucked him off and she was surprised at how mellow and tasty his cum was. She liked it! After that she looked forward to swallowing his ejaculations. She was so addicted that she began to think of his cock as the "root of all evil". For his part Alan loved cumming in Wendy's mouth. She was a natural and he made sure to thank her parents for teaching her to suck cocks so well. They were flattered and said merely that they were very proud of their little flower.
