Loading...I snooped on Erica for almost a month before I got pictures of her naked. Her bedroom was in the basement of her parents’ house. There was a window low to the ground in the backyard. I could watch her comfortably by lying on my stomach in the grass. Nothing too exciting had happened for the longest time, but I was patient. And my digital camera was always ready.
No one but me seemed to find Erica all that interesting. She was bookish, nerdy, wore glasses, read a lot. Sometimes she wore tight dress pants, other days she wore skirts. She was in good shape, had big tits, pale skin, long brown hair. I’d wanted to fuck her ever since the day I saw her yawn.
Erica was in the hall, between classes, standing near her locker. She opened her mouth to yawn, and did a little cat stretch, both arms up in the air. The gesture made her back arch. Her shirt rose up, exposing a pale white stripe of flat belly. And her tits thrust out against her shirt, threatening to send the buttons flying off. Tits like honeydews. That hooked me. Ever since that yawn, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Especially her tits.
Too chicken shit to talk to her, I watched her from a distance. There was no telling if Erica was shy, or stuck up. She didn’t have many friends, did well in school, hung out in the library. In many ways, she was like me — except I was walking around in a state of perpetual horniness, whereas she seemed cool, distant, emotionless.
So I watched her, through her bedroom window. What drove me crazy was she always changed for bed in her bathroom. I’d watch her read in bed, then she’d get up, grab her pajamas, and go into the adjoining room. Then she’d come out a half our or so later, ready for bed. Out went the lights.
Until one night. I don’t know why, but that particular evening she decided to have a bath. Erica went into her bathroom, and even from outside I could hear the sound of the water running. When she closed the bathroom door, I thought that was it. I’d get nothing. But then the door opened and she stepped out again.
Erica was completely naked. She walked across her bedroom, picked up her book off the bed, opened it, and while she read she slowly walked back into the bathroom again. I snapped as many photos as I could, not even sure what I was seeing, just trying to get as much as I could. Somehow I managed to get off twenty shots before she closed the bathroom door.
It was only when I got home and reviewed the photos on my computer that I realized that I’d hit the mother lode. Pictures of her perfect tits, pictures of her round little ass, her trim little bush, and best of all — you could tell they were pictures of Erica. Anyone who had ever met her would be able to see it was her, without a doubt.
The next day, at lunch, I went up to her in the library and dropped a photo on the book she was reading.
Erica looked at me, smiling, and said, “You’re David, right? What’s this?” then looked at the photo more closely and gasped. She picked it up, her hands trembling. “How did you…?” she mumbled, her voice trailing off. Her normally pale white face was red with humiliation.
I’d been too chickenshit to talk to her before. But now, in this position of power, I had no fear at all.
“I have twenty different pictures of you, naked, saved on my computer,” I said softly, so only she could hear. “I’ve been watching you.”
“But, David, how did…?”
“If I wanted to, I could print out a hundred copies of this picture and plaster them all over the school. Stick them inside random lockers. Everyone would see your tits.”
Erica sat there, staring at the naked picture of herself, her hand still trembling. She looked at me blankly, stunned and speechless.
“Meet me after school, at the front door,” I said. “We’ll discuss terms.”
She just stared at me, her mouth slightly open.
“Do you understand me?” I asked.
“Uh, y-yes. Front door. After school.”
“Good,” I said, and walked away.
The rest of the day dragged on. I tried not to think about Erica or the situation I’d set up. Thinking about it gave me a boner, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself by walking around with an obvious erection. Math class, English class — when was it all going to end? When was I going to get to put my hands on those fantastic tits?
When the final bell rang, I heaved a sigh of relief. Here it came, finally. My reward for all my hard work. All those nights at her window got me to this perfect moment.
Erica was there before I was. When she saw me, she nodded hello and avoided eye contact. Other students were around, so I walked off down the street. She trailed after me, without my asking.
“David, you wouldn’t… really do it, would you? You’re just bluffing.”
“Do what?” I teased.
“Put pictures of me up, everywhere.”
Erica wasn’t angry. If anything she seemed very calm, thoughtful. Planning. I didn’t like it. She was supposed to be scared, upset, willing to do whatever it took to stop me.
“I’m not bluffing,” I said. “I’ll put the pictures everywhere. Then everyone would see those cannon ball tits of yours, not to mention your chubby little ass and your sweet cunt.”
“Then do it,” she said.
“Wh-what?” I gasped.
She smiled at me, almost shyly, and said, “Go ahead and, put the pictures up. Do it, David. Show the entire school my sweet cunt. If that’s what you want to do.”
And she walked away, as though the matter was settled. What was weirder, I swear she seemed almost happy about it. She was practically dancing down the street.
“I’ll do it!” I yelled after her. “This is no joke!”
She didn’t even stop walking.
When I got home, first thing I did was start printing out photographs of Erica. She’d find out I was dead serious. No way was I going to back down. By the time I was done, she would be utterly humiliated.
I got to school early, and started discretely stuffing photos into lockers. In hallways where students wander, I taped up a few choice shots of Erica stretching out for her book, her tits and long legs on display for all to see. One photo was a shot of her crotch — you could even make out her labia, through the pubes. By the end of the day, every student in the entire school would know what Erica’s cunt looked like naked.
It started off way earlier than I expected. Erica came through the door, dressed in a long black skirt and a white blouse. Some jocks saw her, and the teasing started.
“Hey, Erica,” said one big bruiser, “you could have just asked me out. This is going way too far.”
“Nice jugs, sweetie,” a goth chick teased, waving a photo around. “Never knew they were THAT big!”
Erica turned bright red. I expected her to run away, outside, anywhere to get away from her fellow students. Instead, she hung her head, her hair hanging down her face, and slowly walked down the hall. Kids started teasing her from all sides, and she just kept walking, taking it all in.
“Slut!” yelled some girls. “Whore! Tramp!”
Some of the boys whistled and leered at her. “Nice ass you got, Erica. You ever need a spanking, let me know, alright?”
Erica clutched her books to her chest, ignored everyone, just kept going down the hall. When she walked past me, she turned to me slightly. There was a small smile on her face no one else had noticed.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
And then she kept walking by.
That’s when it hit me. All of this was making her horny. The humiliation. Having everyone in the entire school knowing what she looked like naked. She liked that they had photos of her firm tits and ass. Erica was loving every minute of this. She was some kind of exhibitionist slut.
Everyone was talking and laughing about it, passing the pictures around, so they didn’t pay much attention to her as she opened the door to the stairwell. I went after her. When I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of her skirt going around the corner as she headed to the basement. I tiptoed down, and then looked around the ill-lit corridor. There was a noise coming from a supply closet.
I opened the door. Among shelves of notebooks, erasers, and other school junk, Erica was sprawled on the floor. Her skirt was up above her waist, her underwear hanging off one ankle. She had both hands between her legs, and was frantically masturbating.
Without even thinking about it, I reached into my backpack and took out my camera. Making sure the flash was on, I snapped picture after picture of Erica fondling her cunt with both hands. She paused for a moment, undid her blouse and snapped open her bra, exposing her tits for me, then continued to finger-fuck herself.
“I’m a slut, a whore, a cunt,” she moaned, spreading her legs wide for me. “Are you going to share these pictures with the whole school too? Do you want everyone to see me playing with my sloppy pussy?”
She grabbed one of her tits and pushed the nipple into her mouth. Her wide blue eyes stared lustfully at the camera. I snapped another picture. The nipple popped from her mouth as she laughed at me.
“You’ve got a girl all wet and bothered and all you can do is take pictures? Don’t you want to fuck me?”
I wanted to, but… I looked through the camera at her, and snapped another photo of her tits. White, wobbly jugs with cherry nipples. Boobs the size of melons. My god, they were gorgeous. Click! Click! I kept snapping pictures, unable to stop.
“Fine, I don’t need you, anyway,” Erica said. She learned over and reached into her book bag. Her hand came out holding a large, blue vibrator.
“My mom gave me this for my birthday,” she said, holding it up. “Be sure to get a picture of it.”
I obediently snapped a photo. Did she say her mom…?
“I fuck it every night in the bathroom. If I’d known you were watching me, I would have used it in bed, for your amusement. You see, I’ve got issues. Had to see a shrink about it for years. Nymphomania. I’m a slut. Used to embarrass my parents at dinner parties by coming on to their friends. Mother gave me this vibrator, and a book on how to use it. If I don’t fuck myself with it once a night, I’m a complete mess. Watch — I’ll show you how I fuck myself like a pro.”
Erica turned the vibrator on with one hand and slipped it between her legs, holding the buzzing tip against her clit. She spasmed with pleasure, and cunt sauce dribbled down her white thighs. She bucked and moaned against her toy, laughing with delight. Her cunt lips were hot pink, almost red, and the smell of her juices, of her fucking herself, filled the room. The potent scent made me crazy with want.
And yet I kept snapping pictures. Instead of jumping her, I just looked at it all through my camera, making a record of it. That hot wet cunt filled the lens, and CLICK! My cock was pressing so hard against the front of my pants I thought my zipper was going to explode open.
“Fuck, uh, here it comes,” Erica groaned. “Zoom in for this one, shutterbug.” She plunged the vibrator into her cunt and fondled her clit with her other hand. “Uh, oh… Gonna… fucking… cum…. Uh… Yes!”
And then her twat exploded. Frothy cream sloshed out of her on to the floor — she was a gusher. I’d never seen anything like it, anywhere. A stream of pussy juice, creamy and white, splashed on to my hand. Instinctively I brought my fingers to my face and inhaled. Sweet and salty, I licked the cream. It was delicious.
“Do you have enough pictures yet?” Erica teased.
“I… I guess, so,” I stammered.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“I, uh…”
Erica sat up, leaning over, and grabbed my zipper, yanked it down. Her nimble fingers undid my belt, and she was soon pulling out my erect cock.
“After all,” she whispered, “I have to pay you for the favour you did for me.”
“F-favour?”
“Now everyone knows I’m a slut,” she purred. “I don’t have to hide it anymore.”
She took my cock into her mouth, deep throating me, burying her nose in my pubes. The hot wet hole of her mouth completely consumed me. Her tongue swirled around my cockhead, and I let out a yelp of pleasure. Then she slipped off of me. My prick tingled in the cool air.
“So are you going to fuck me?” she asked again.
A voice crackled over the school loud speakers. “Attention, attention. This is Principal Ramona Jackson speaking. Erica Smith and David Peterson report to my office immediately.”
Erica’s hand was tugging at my cock, pulling it towards her sopping pussy.
“We… we can’t. Didn’t you hear that announcement?” I cried out.
“You’re kidding,” Erica laughed.
“No, we… have to go to the office.” Pulling away from her, I quickly did up my pants. “I don’t want to get in trouble.”
“Trouble can be good. You could use a little trouble.”
“We… we’ve gotta go.”
Erica laughed and shook her head. “Okay, then.”
She picked up her silk panties — they were wet and smelled strongly of her cunt — and pressed them into my hand. “You might want to keep these,” she said. “You can suck on them later, and jerk off while thinking about me.”
I stuffed them into my pocket, mumbling my thanks. The whole thing made me feel like such an idiot. I was a virgin, scared. Nothing in my life prepared me for a woman so hot, and wet, and ready to get fucked. How was I supposed to cope with that? And on top of it all, we were both going to get trouble from the principal.
Once her bra was back on and her skirt was smoothed down, Erica and I headed to the principal’s office together.
Principal Ramona Jackson scared the hell out of me. Six feet tall, blonde, dressed in wool skirts and tight blouses, she was icy, sexy, and cruel. Everything she said came out in a tight, controlled snarl. Her brown eyes always flashed with pent-up rage. The receptionist ordered us into the principal’s office, and I wondered if I was about to get expelled.
We sat in hard-backed chairs across from the principal’s desk. She glared at us, sneering at me, looking at Erica with some sympathy.
“Do you know why you’re here, Mr. David Peterson?” she growled at me.
“N-no m-miss,” I muttered. “I have no–”
“Don’t,” she interrupted. “Don’t give me your bullshit.”
Even as old as I was, hearing her use an obscenity was like being slapped across the face. Teachers and principals never swore.
“You were seen, you little idiot,” she continued. “One of the janitors saw you. Did you really think you could get away with something like this?”
My face was flushed, and I felt tears coming to my eyes. “No, ma’am,” I whispered.
“Erica,” Ms. Jackson purred, “I’m sorry you had to go through this. It could make being at school difficult for quite some time. If there is anything I can do, to make things easier for you…”
Erica smiled slightly. Looking at her now, it was almost impossible for me to believe Erica was the same young woman I saw fucking herself in the supply closet. Earlier, she was an utterly wanton slut, desperate to have her cunt stuffed. Now, she sat prim and delicate, as innocent as spring rain.
“How will you punish David?” Erica asked gently.
“Well, suspension, for starters. Possibly he’ll be expelled. Maybe the police should be involved, as he clearly has mental problems, stalking a fellow student and taking pictures of her. He might even do jail time.”
“J-jail?” I moaned.
“You should have thought of that before, Peterson,” the principal snarled at me.
“Ma’am, I don’t think he should suffer like that,” Erica said.
Ms. Jackson leaned back in her chair. “Why, Erica? What do you think would be appropriate?”
“Well, he saw me naked. I think it would only be fair if I got to see him naked.”
The principal laughed dryly, and a sadistic look crept into her eye. “An interesting proposal.” She turned to me and scowled. “Peterson, stand up and take off all your clothes.”
“You, can’t be… s-serious,” I gasped.
“Would you rather I call the police, you little fuck?”
“N-no m-miss.”
“Then do it.”
I hesitated for another moment, and Ms. Jackson reached for the phone.
“No, no, wait,” I said. And then I started getting undressed.
Erica and Ms. Jackson watched me, smiling, as I slowly did as I was told. I started with my shoes and socks, then my shirt. Last of all, I slowly took off my underwear. Much to my embarrassment, I had an enormous erection. Something about the situation was just too much for me — I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I tried my best to hide my prick with my hands, but Principal Jackson wouldn’t have any of that.
“Hands at your sides, Peterson!” she growled, and I complied. “Good god, boy, is there something about this situation that arouses you? Are you actually enjoying this humiliation?”
“N-no ma’am,” I said.
“Your cock seems to be enjoying it,” she said. “Make it go down, this instant.”
“But, but I…”
“Do it!”
“But, I, I can’t,” I said. Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Miss,” Erica said, “perhaps, he could make it go down if he touched it.”
“Touched it?”
“If he masturbated, miss.”
“Good idea, Erica.” Ms. Jackson sat up to get a better view of my misery. “Peterson, start jerking off.”
“But, but I, I couldn’t… I…”
“You will do as you are told, you perverted little fuck, or I will make your life a living hell.”
So I started jerking off, while the two women watched me. They were both smiling, shaking their heads, almost laughing. My stomach felt tight, and I was full of shame. But somehow, that only made it all the more exciting. I was on the brink of an orgasm, moans escaping from me, thrusting at the air. For a moment, my eyes were closed, but I needed to see the two women watching, so I opened them again.
“Stop,” Ms. Jackson commanded. “I don’t want your cum all over my clean carpet. Put your hands at your sides.”
My prick was in pain, my balls aching with need, but I did as I was told.
“Miss, would it be okay if I… touched it?” Eric asked sweetly.
“It would be highly irregular,” Ms. Jackson said. “But I don’t see why not.”
Erica got up out of her chair and walked over to me. Her hand reached out and brushed against my cock. I let out a moan.
“Did I do that?” Erica asked the principal.
“Yes,” Ms. Jackson replied. “Men are so weak and hungry for sexual stimulation, they’ll do or say just about anything to get it.”
“Anything? Really?” Erica asked, still pretending to be wide-eyed and innocent.
“Watch and learn. Peterson, would you like to see my tits?”
“Miss?” I gasped.
“What part of the question do you not understand, you fucking retard?”
“Your… tits, miss?”
“That’s right,” Ms. Jackson said. She undid the top button of her blouse. “If you can tell me three humiliating sexual secrets about yourself, I will take off my bra and show you my tits. Erica will judge if your secrets are humiliating enough. Do we have a deal, Peterson?”
Although she scared the hell out of me, the thought of Ms. Jackson’s enormous jugs was all I could think about. They were twice the size of Erica’s boobs. Every boy in the school fantasized about those massive hooters. And maybe, if she took off her bra, she’d fuck me. Maybe that’s where all of this was going, if I played my cards right. I’d get to fuck these two women here and now.
“Well?” Ms. Jackson asked.
“We… have a d-deal,” I muttered pathetically.
“Excellent. Tell me a humiliating secret about yourself.”
I thought for a moment, then said, “I’m a virgin, and I like to jerk off. I d-do it, all the time.”
“That’s a secret? I could tell that just looking at you. Erica, is that an acceptably humiliating detail?”
“It’s good for a start,” Erica said, but I hope they get better.”
“Fine,” Ms. Jackson said, rolling her eyes. She undid another button on her blouse. I could just make out the beginning of her cleavage. There was a wisp of white lacy bra, and the slight swelling curve of her tits. “Next secret, and make this one better.”
“Once… I… I was… so, horny, I… felt myself up through my pants in math class. I was, staring at, a girl. The way she was, sitting… I could, see her bra, between two buttons of her shirt. I went too f-far, and I… orgasmed, in my pants. I had to go home at, lunch… and ch-change.”
“Really?” Erica said, and laughed. “Who was the girl?”
“It was… Sarah Lipton.”
“Psycho Sarah, the skateboarder girl?”
I nodded meekly.
“Yeah, that’s a humiliating secret,” Erica laughed.
Ms. Jackson undid the rest of the buttons, and let her shirt fall to the floor. Her tits were crammed into a white lacy bra, threatening to explode out of it. Each tit was as big as dodge ball. The nipples were erect, and pressed against the lacy cups like two thumbs. Seeing them made me gasp, and my erect prick twitched with want.
“Pathetic,” Ms. Jackson sneered, noting my reaction.
I desperately tried to think of a third humiliating secret, but nothing came to mind. My sexual experiences were limited. Mostly I just jerked off to porn. What else could I possibly say?
“One more secret,” Erica prompted me.
“I-I can’t think of one,” I said. The thought of being so close, only to fail, had me close to tears. My balls were aching with desire, and nothing came to mind. Some fantasy, maybe? Some perverted act?
Ms Jackson laughed at me and shook her head. “Do you see how pathetic he is?” she said to Erica. “He’s so desperate to see my breasts, he’s searching his brain for some humiliating memory. Anything. If we gave him enough time, he’d probably make something up. I almost feel sorry for the little worm.”
“What if he did something humiliating, instead?” Erica suggested helpfully.
“Like what?”
“Do you have any hand cream, or something like that?”
“In my desk. Why?”
Erica picked up her purse off the floor, and pulled out the vibrator.
“Why Erica,” she laughed. “Aren’t we full of surprises! Peterson — turn and face the wall. Spread your legs.”
I did as ordered, trembling. I felt a hand between my ass cheeks, then gasped as Erica applied cream to my anus. A finger slipped in my butthole and moved around. The sensation was startling, but not unpleasant. Then I felt the vibrator pressed against my asshole. When my head turned slightly, Ms. Jackson yelled, “Face the wall!” and I snapped my head back, staring directly in front of me.
I could tell, from Ms. Jackson’s voice, that she had moved from behind her desk. But to where? Erica pressed the vibrator into my ass. It eased in, then stopped. Was she teasing me? I was surprised at how good it felt, how I wanted the plastic dick to go deeper inside. Almost without thinking about it, I pushed back against the dildo and it went in another half-inch.
“He’s loving it, the little pervert,” Ms Jackson laughed.
Then Erica turned it on. The plastic prick vibrated inside, and made my whole body flush and tremble. I let out a groan. Erica pumped the plastic prick in and out of my asshole, and I pushed back against her every thrust.
I was lost in the sensation of it, totally enjoying the dildo ass-fucking. Then I heard a click, and saw a flash. My camera! I turned, and this time Ms. Jackson didn’t yell, didn’t say anything. She was taking pictures of me, of Erica fucking my asshole with the dildo.
“Smile for the birdie,” the principal said, and snapped another photo.
And much to my shame and embarrassment, I smiled meekly for the next picture. Ms. Jackson unclipped her bra, and her boobs burst out. The nipples were red, almost glowing like coals. The tits were massive, stunning — great big balls of flesh that made my mouth water with want.
“You earned it, you fucking pervert,” Ms. Jackson said, and snapped another photo of me gleefully taking the blue plastic prick up the ass.
Erica picked up the pace, ramming the buzzing cock in and out of me. Any second now, I was going to spray my load all over the wall, while my principal captured it all in a porno Kodak moment.
“Stop, stop!” Ms. Jackson commanded, and Erica pulled the dildo out of me.
I groaned in agony. My balls felt like they weighed a ton. The pain, the need, was incredible.
“Lie on the floor,” Ms. Jackson told me. “On your back.”
Was this it, I thought? Am I going to get fucked? I pictured Erica’s perfect cunt, wet and lovely, lowering down on to my cock. Or, oh god, what if Ms. Jackson fucked me? Those huge tits hanging down in my face. Maybe one cunt on my face, one on my cock. Christ, that would be…
“Raise your head up,” Ms. Jackson said, and she tucked something under my neck. A pillow off her chair. “Look directly at your cock. Lean towards it. As far as you can.” As I did as I was told, she pushed the pillow further under my back. My face was only a few inches away from my prick.
“Now jerk off,” she said, snapping more pictures. “Cum for me, you worm.”
Erica and Ms. Jackson stood up and watched me. Desperate for release, I slid my hand up and down my cock, beating my meat like a crazy man. I had to cum. It didn’t matter that this would be my ultimate humiliation.
“Oh my God,” Erica laughed. “Is he really going to…?”
And I came, in my own face, spattering myself with my hot jism. Strand after strand of my own cum landed on me. My cheek, my mouth, my forehead. It felt like I was orgasming forever, like it would never stop. And Ms. Jackson caught each moment of it with the camera.
Once I was done, I just collapsed and lay there, groaning, both happy and miserable. I don’t know how long I lay there, on the floor, my face coated in my own sex spew. The next thing I knew a box of Kleenex hit me in the chest.
“Clean yourself up,” Ms. Jackson said. “You disgust me.”
I carefully opened my eyes, wiping away the cum. Ms. Jackson and Erica were both fully dressed, standing over me, looking down. I took a Kleenex and wiped up the cum as best as I could.
“Do you see how pathetic men are?” Ms Jackson said to Erica. “What a loathsome little thing he is.”
“Do you think he’s learned his lesson?” Erica asked.
“I doubt it. I suppose we could put these pictures of him cumming in his own face all over the school…”
“Oh no, not that.”
“What did you have in mind, Erica?”
“Couldn’t we… play with him again tomorrow?”
“Clever girl,” Ms. Jackson said, and leaned over and kissed Erica on the cheek. Erica touched the principal’s face, and soon they were kissing, passionately. Their tongues slurping at one another. I lay there on the floor at their feet, watching them.
True to their word, they played with me every day for the rest of the school year and all through the summer, humiliating me more and more each day. And the worst part was, I loved absolutely every miserable second of it.
The End