For the second time ever, okay, maybe the third, Piper Cherry was late for her privately run Detention class. Having had a lengthy talk with her friend Josie over her daughter's coming birthdays and planning a party Piper lost track of time. Reaching her third-floor hideaway she entered her room expecting to find an equal number of non-participants. To her surprise today was a good day. Only those she wanted. Primarily because her boys ran off anyone not wanted. She would deal with the offenders outside detention tomorrow.
"IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME." The day was dragging by leading to this moment, yet here she was still five minutes late. Leaving the chains off of the stairwell doors ahead of time enabled her detainees to go ahead and enter. Not her usual course of action but she had a couple things she needed to do before venturing toward heaven. After stashing her purse beneath her desk, she took a careful head count to make certain she wasn't wrong in her assumption. With no outsiders present and all eighteen she thanked the gangbang gods.
"We can say the same thing to you. You're late Slut." Angus Furlong chuckled as she pointed her mean fuck you finger at the football star threateningly. In response every boy in the room shared a cheesy grin, nodding at her unintended offer.
"Yeah, you're right I am." She laughed at her own intimidation and kicked off her heels. "A little help here." She twirled in step moving out into the room of filled desks. Hands over her head she lured in her boys to undress her. Today wearing her blue colored dress over her net body suit she quickly found herself naked and fondled. "Mmm! I've missed you, gropers."
"That dance with Mavis Hale was hot." Finn Rice admitted kissing her chest. "Want my big jet airliner?"
"Maybe! Just don't run out of fuel."
"Half of us got you in the halls earlier." Antoine laughed. "Before that you flashed me your tits four times today alone."
"You wanted teased harder, if that's not enough I'll just come to work naked every day."
"Works for us."
"If I could, I would. Close enough I'd say, considering I prowled the halls in only my net and sweat. Right Maynard? Corey? So, why are you morons still dressed?"
A mad symphony of bustle, the 31 faithful flavors stripped naked just to keep her happy. They couldn't wait to see what the notorious Piper Cherry had in mind. Last time she allowed a good number of them to cum on her, and actually went over the top compared to the norm. A very secretive select few even had the opportunity to penetrate her while bound in handcuffs their second Detention together. Short term BJ's, hand jobs another day. She was moving right along, and they still craved more. Having kept their word, she had decided she could step up her game during the following days. Today she considered offering some lap dances. While not as far as her last entertainment session she did not want them to get too ambitious. Lap dances were always popular. Having practiced her twerking skills as a cheerleader in Atlanta she had the moves down to a science.
"Seats!" She snapped as everyone swiftly returned to their chairs. Eying the chairs with dilapidated desktops she scowled. "New plan. Until I can get Carl to bring me a couch up here, we have the floor." Her discussion with Nolan about the vacant classroom shrine was sounding better all the time. Food for thought, for now she was their food.
"We have better than the floor. Move all these chairs out of the center. We'll be right back." The goth boys led by Ebonn Craig were motioned to follow him out into the hallway. She puckered at their streaking skills knowing technically anybody could just show up and ruin everyone's day. She really needed to just lock those stairwell doors like she had the day Roger Dundee showed up, letting himself in with a personal key. While awaiting their return she pulled away from her handsy prisoners and went to her desk to grab her cell. A personal playlist located on her Spotify she hooked up some dance songs, at least tunes she liked to dance to. While Big Calvin and Toby Mellon's tracks were great, she wanted to select her own today.
Readying her set of ten songs in a row she looked up at the sounds of shuffling. In through the door Ebonn's dark posse carried in old wrestling mats that were in one of the storage rooms. Some edges tattered with some duct tape decor but still usable the stage was set. Once spread out on the floor at least it would be much more comfortable. Dusty if nothing else. Add to that Roger's pink rug for a softer frill she was feeling ready. With a grimace at her stage, she shrugged.
"Beggars can't be choosers." Regardless all of them were choosing to beg. A leggy busty blonde bombshell with nympho tendencies... wouldn't you? In all honesty she should be the one begging. In time!
As boys took seats on the mats stroking their cocks to a nice balance of erections, Piper hit play and allowed her music to rock their world. First up was Shakin' Hands by the band Nickelback. She threw herself into an erotic dance just to get them going. Tits dancing wildly, followed by her twerking ass, Piper Cherry was possessed, even in her crotch shredded net body suit. When she put it on at home, she just knew it wouldn't survive. Exactly why she ordered more earlier from her cubicle. Always plan ahead!
Dropping to all fours she really went to town crawling about and hovering her face over cocks but whipping them with her mane of nearly bleach blond hair. Her sunbathing on Roger Dundee's boat not only made her body golden brown, but it lightened her hair up compared to what it was. The blonde was dirty still. A fast sweaty gloss coated her body in the 102-degree heat of the room. The boys were blown away. One song bleeding into the next her routine never wavered to even catch her breath. Her years as a cheerleader groomed her for high energy. Hormones groomed by thigh energy. Counsellor's quote!
Theory of a Deadman's Bad Girlfriend synched up and led her from lap to lap to act as if she were riding cock, gripping shoulders and tossing her hair about in a whirlwind romance over trembling testosterone. Going so far as to hovering her lips over theirs nearly kissing them before pushing away to target her next prey. Vocals were probably a bit louder than they should have been, boys praising her performance with a chorus line of "Hell yes!" and "COME BACK HERE!"
"Not in the cards Boys! Places to be, people to let see." She smirked, challenging her favorite wannabe lovers to maintain the thrust they had established. That was meant to be trust! The more they cooperated the more she wanted to test them. Having gone further than planned last time, it came back to the second day where she did allow a few of them to get a feel of paradise within. She really expected the five guys she allowed to penetrate her to brag about having had their dicks inside her. If they had, everyone else sure seemed shocked by what little she was doing now. Just a slick ride over folded back foreskins to make them crazy was still a huge risk. At any time, they could overpower her and take what they wanted. She would be pretty defenseless in that, strangely the thrill of the unknown fueled her performance. Sleez the Day! Seize it too!
"We need a stripper pole in here." Darryl Priest chuckled as she glazed over his beast with a heated glimmer between their eye contact, then placing her tits right in his face. Mouth gaping wide enticed her to place her left nipple right in there for a quick suck and tug as she pulled away. It wasn't as if a few of them hadn't sampled her nipples earlier in the day, or even over lunch hour antics outside in the school yard. Crawling about she took time to center herself amongst them and just dance on her knees, kneeling forward and twerking to their jerking. Eye of the tigress she stalked her prey in order, she wanted every one of them to experience her up close and personal. Fond memories of the day before, her LeAP FROG pads were ready for that sudden insanity to strike. Everything she did yesterday caught them all by surprise, but even she admitted that not every day would go so far. Patience was key!
A song change went into Bad Girls by MKTO. The beat drove the boys into shoulder moves that synched along to her seductive talents. She needed this workout badly, missing her days as an Atlanta Falcons cheerleader, this was her aerobics session rather than do it at home or join a gym. She even flipped backwards into a rolling somersault which landed her into a split. It led her to act as if she were thrusting up and down on a big cock. Hands slithering across her belly, up over her chest and to both sides of her throat delivered a lustful surge of adrenalin in all of the boys. They knew exactly what she was feeling inside. Let it come out on its own time. Caving to her expectations of trust was important. Furlong had made it clear that it was top priority if they wanted things to increase in their favor. The best laid plans to get laid. Now, that was Furlong's quote.
Swiveling her legs into a spin to land on her back, she hiked her body high using her shoulders as support. Splitting her legs again as if a ballet dancer her pussy was the center of attention surrounded by the gapping tear in her netting. Guys stirred crawling to their feet around her to get a better view of just how wet Piper was. Muscle control gyrated her hips, they enjoyed her upside-down belly dance as a result. Huffs of, "Whoaaaaaaa!" made her grin.
