"OOOOOOHHHH SHIT; OOOOOHH FAAAWK!!" Kelsey Taylor was becoming a distant memory as his thighs tightened up with the surge of an impending climax. Tears were running down his cheeks, a few of them landing in his gaped mouth as he roughly ground his pelvis into her face. Agnes had completely relaxed her body allowing the over sexed jock to do whatever he wanted to her without a word of protest.
"I-I'M CUMMING!!" The moment the words left his lips Agnes snapped into action digging her nails into his right buttock while her other hand pinched, caressed and rolled his sack causing the muscular jock to whine and yelp in a bleating goat-like sound. He could feel a thick wad of cum surging through his penis that was nearly painful. Agnes had buried his length in her throat until her nose was buried in his pubic mound. His legs gave way and he would have collapsed if it weren't for her arms locked around his thighs as she swallowed everything he had to offer hungering for even more. She finally let him sink slowly to the floor as she cracked the study hall door and peered down the hallway finding no one there.
He watched her checking the outside corridor like she had just committed some crime before turning her attention back towards him with a single finger in her mouth. Agnes had this sort of desperate, forlorn look on her face for an instant. Tad was drenched in sweat and completely drained. He couldn't move even if he wanted to and wasn't even cognizant enough to speak at that moment. His heart began pounding harder in his chest as she knelt spreading his legs wide apart. He muttered incoherently and sobered profusely sending spittle flying everywhere as her finger delicately handled his depleted member. The jock had never experienced some one as skilled and proficient as Agnes Newton.
"AAAAARRRGHHHH!!" Her finger breached his backdoor making his thick, muscular body go stiff for an instant before another sensation overwhelmed the pain. He watched in amazement as his cock became extremely hard. She was rotating her finger on his prostate gland with a feathery touch and he could feel himself about to explode. His distressed muttering and yelping turned into gasping mewling cries for help as precum began to leak for the head of his cock. Agnes had moved into a prone position alongside him. Her tongue invaded his mouth twirling and battling with his own before she sucked on it in earnest. Tad was completely submissive at this point as she turned and straddled his body facing his feet. Her round ass covered his face completely and he could smell the sickly sweet honeysuckle smell emanating from her sex. Her mouth voraciously gobbled down his cock and one of his balls while she fondled and caressed the exposed testicle.
"AAAAAAWWWWWW MMMYYY FAAAAAWKING GAAAAWDD!!" The jock's voice was unlocked as she pressed down on his prostate as hard as she could making him shoot a liter of cum into her eager waiting mouth. He could feel her painfully sucking on his noodle-like cock making sure to clean up everything that emerged. She was playing him like an instrument and he was in her power until the nerdy girl had enough. His vision blurred and his throat was completely dry.
"Shit; what just happened?"
The stone tiled floor was cold on his naked buttocks; the neon lighting flickered a little bit. Tad Remington was on Cloud 9 and it didn't seem that he would be coming back any time soon. He watched Agnes sitting on her haunches licking the remnants of his seed from her fingers before adjusting her disheveled sweater dabbing at it with the same napkin she'd offered him earlier. She groaned loudly realizing what a lost cause it was and stood holding the syllabus pressed tightly against her chest.
"You haven't thanked me yet Tad."
"Thank you." He was looking at her in a different light going over myriad possibilities in an endless loop of syrupy, clingy emotion that made everything around him seem meaningless.
"Bet you want to know what it's like to fuck me huh Tad?" She stared down at him laying spread eagle as cold and calculating as ever.
"Yeah." She chaffed at his girlish sounding tone realizing that the jock had become infatuated with her. He was laying on the study hall floor with his junk exposed and he wouldn't have cared who walked into the room.
"Well maybe if you take me home after school, I'll let you lick me. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend asshole. " She could see his cock twitching to life at even the promise of another hook-up.
"Agnes?" She was halfway out down the hallway never to hear his clumsy lust-induced declaration.
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Tiffany was a jumbled mess of emotion barely gathering herself before a class of her peers entered the locker room to change back into their street clothes. The effect of Agnes' attention lingered as she remained sopping wet soaking her underwear uncontrollably. In fact it was so bad that she required a tampon to staunch the flow of her lust. She had minute tremors and felt cold for over twenty minutes as she struggled through two classes before realizing in horror that English would be next. She'd thought of Dexter as her ultimate fuck being blown away by how completely he'd mastered her body; but this was so distinctly different that Tiffany was literally enchanted. She kept thinking of the nearly blank expression on Agnes' face as she basically molested the person intent on beating her up.
She lingered at her locker longer than usual before some of her friends approached necessitating a façade of normalcy that she could barely maintain. When questioned about her somewhat withdrawn demeanor, Tiffany lied blaming her condition on a troublesome period. She'd gone to the restroom several times during the day slave to a persistent compulsion to diddle herself that didn't seem to want to go away. She'd succumbed to her baser urges rubbing one out on each of those restroom breaks and still she squirmed on her seat. It seemed every time she thought of the nerdy girl, she would start to get wet. She just wanted to fight and humiliate the bookish, mousy looking girl but things had come undone in short order and her world was now on its head.
Tiffany managed to slide into class without making eye contact with any of her peers. The weird, cold trembling sensation lingered and got stronger minutes later when she noticed Agnes at the door taking to her boyfriend. The couple seemed to be having words with Brian Lewis appearing particularly troubled until she gave him a lingering kiss. Tiffany would have bet anything that only she noticed Agnes lightly graze his crotch with the back of her hand. She nervously jerked her head in the opposite direction when she noticed Agnes stepping inside. The teacher was five minutes into the lesson and the anxious cheerleader had this uneasy feeling in her gut. It unshakably felt as if she was being watched; it made the small hairs on her forearm stand up and her thighs quiver. She looked over her shoulder finding Agnes looking directly at her while everyone was oblivious going about their routines. She looked amused as she rested her chin on top of her fists. Tiffany's heart began pounding and her cunt contracted tightly bringing her to the cusp of another powerful orgasm. Agnes winked at her before making a V-sign with her hand and sticking her tongue provocatively through the gap between her fingers.
"SORRY MA'AM, I NEED THE BATHROOM!" Tiffany hurried out of the classroom before her teacher could even respond. Laughter followed the nervous girl out into the corridor as she half-limped to a rest room before the orgasm could take her.
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I had been left kneeling with my cock in my hand as she walked away and strangely enough all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck Agnes Newton. I nearly screamed after her before remembering myself and tucking my erect member away. I'd watched as Agnes checked out the book and exited the library with a waiting Brian Lewis. I was indignant and green with jealousy as my body continued tingling. Seconds later my pants were soiled as I involuntarily came volumes. The experience left me more than a little rattled and violated. Maybe it was ego or something more primal but I felt like running after her and pummeling her boyfriend senseless.
Agnes Newton had stood directly within range of my "power" and resisted its influence. I began to worry that perhaps its effects were starting to wear off and that course of thinking led me to rethink Tiffany's behavior this morning. But there was no accounting the strange tingling sensation I'd felt when I was in proximity to Agnes and the "new attitude" she'd been displaying since my blackout in the school parking lot a day ago. I flipped out my phone popping in my earbuds and played one of the clips almost solely for the audio. The mewling, whining verbal declarations from Brian took on a whole new meaning as an explanation formed in my mind.
"Well I'll be damned if the answer wasn't right in front of my face the whole time." I bolted off to the science lab which was empty at this time of day. I just had to know if my hypothesis about Agnes was true. She'd worked on the chemical with me in its early stages fighting and trying her best to get me to make changes to it and she'd recently revealed her knowledge of Androstenone X as it related to me. Guess she figured she'd even the playing field.
