Teen Queen

by MasterStroke

(masterstroke0@yahoo.com)

Tuesday

Kimberly looked wicked hot, and she knew it. Brown skin-tight leather boots with extra-long cigar-sized stiletto heels clicked as she walked merrily into Preston High, a scandalously short denim mini only just covering her lovely ass as she walked, bright blue thong pulled up above the waist-line of the skirt, doing absolutely nothing to hide her long tanned legs. She had woken up, amid a tangle of hot, sweaty bodies, thinking that her legs were longer, but that was impossible. She easily giggled the thought away.

Her sleeveless blue mesh sweater only improved the view, her much larger-than-yesterday tits (or so she had thought, before again giggling such a silly idea to oblivion) bouncing in tune with the pop music coming out of the tiny mp3 player she had taken from the purse of Clarice, the brunette from the night before. A rather large leather belt dangled loosely around her waist, completely unnecessary, but Kimberly thought it looked cute. Her blue collar, of course, still adorned her neck. All of these clothes, Glory told her, were from a fabulous place called Female Designs.

Earlier that morning, Glory had dropped her off at her house so that she could talk with her mother, but Veronica Amora wasn’t there. A rather angry note was, however, detailing how Kimberly should at the very least leave her cell phone on if she was going to be spending the night somewhere other than home, especially if she wanted to keep the cell phone. Kimberly wrote an apologetic note in response, not having wanted to worry her mother, and then got back into the car with Glory, but not before blowing a kiss to her lovely reflection in the entryway mirror. Her hair went down to the middle of her back in sexy tresses and waves.

Glory walked beside her, holding her hand. She wore a hot pink minidress, with matching stockings and over-the-knee boots, a frilly pink collar around her neck. Her outfit was much racier than Kimberly’s, her tits an erotic display, her ass easily visible after a few steps in the six-inch heels of her boots built up enough wind to let the fabric be moved, but they were both confident she could get away with it. The style seemed to be catching on. The prettier girls all had on skirts and heels, and even the frumpier ones showed some cleavage for a change. In the hall, Kimberly saw Natalya Varekova, the pretty, red-headed exchange student from somewhere in Eastern Europe.

“Got to go, babe,” Kimberly said, and pulled Glory in for a kiss. They nearly stood at the same height now.

Everyone around them stopped and gasped, like such a public display of affection was unheard of, especially between two girls, as if they hadn’t seen it a million times before like Kimberly knew they had. Glory pinched her ass-cheek when Kimberly started to walk away.

“See you in class!” She called after her.

Kimberly walked up to Natalya, and leaned against the locker next to hers.

“Hi there,” she said, giving her a smoky look.

“Vut do you vant?” Natalya asked her, her accent thick and delicious.

She looked suspicious. Kimberly supposed the foreign girl had all the right in the world to be wary and weary of her. Pretty though she was, Kimberly had made sure Natalya was ostracized from every community in the school, helming the campaign against her with whispered insults about her accent, and snide rumors of what passed for romance (usually ones involving animals) in her home country.

Kimberly didn’t know what she had been thinking. Natalya’s accent was sexy, it made her sound like some sort of foreign secret agent. And her body, with that long, red hair, was phenomenal, though not, she thought happily, as good as her own. Natalya, dressed in tight blue-jeans and a plain blue t-shirt tight enough to let anyone know who looked that her breasts were quite large, looked sumptuous. Being pretty was the most important thing there was, Kimberly knew, but being surrounded by pretty girls was nearly just as important.

“I just wanted to say I think it’s just awful how no one ever hangs out with you. You’re so pretty, and you seem like such a cool person.”

She reached out and rubbed her hand up and down Natalya’s bare forearm, looking at her with big, green sympathetic eyes. The red-headed girl withdrew at first, but Kimberly remained insistent, and soon she almost seemed to welcome the touch.

Natalya looked confused. “But you . . . you are the wun who started all those rumors about me . . . ”

Kimberly did her best to look hurt. “Oh no, sweetie, that wasn’t me at all! That was Candice. I don’t know what her problem is with you, but I was always trying to get her to drop it.”

“You . . . you vere?” She looked at her questioningly, but there was also something else there, an eagerness to believe.

Kimberly knew that not one soul hung out with Natalya. A cute girl in school with no friends was unheard of. Practically blasphemous. She knew that her life must be lonely and miserable – taking advantage of that desire for companionship, for attention, would be done easily. The bell starting the first class period had rung over a minute ago, and the hallway stood empty except for the two of them.

Kimberly smiled. “Totally! Look at yourself, honey,” she beckoned, her hands sliding down to grab hold of Natalya’s. “You’re so hot. You deserve to be popular, to be liked, to be envied. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Natalya’s eyes kept flickering up and down Kimberly’s body, her hands soft and pliant as they were being massaged. She was breathing hard, taking in deeper and deeper amounts of air, as if the taste of it was making her need more and more.

“That vould be . . . I think . . . rather nice, yes.”

Kimberly leaned in, turning her voice into a soft, hot, insistent whisper.

“You want them to be sorry for ignoring you, don’t you? You want them to want to be wanted by you, to ask for your approval, to fantasize about simply hanging out with you. You want that sort of popularity, don’t you?”

Natalya’s breaths were hard and ragged, her eyes lost in Kimberly’s. “Y-yes. Oh yes, Kim-bur-lee, I vunt that very much.”

Kimberly’s smile widened, marveling at how easy it was to subvert, to manipulate, to control. One of her hands dropped to Natalya’s crotch, rubbing her hand against the denim there.

“I could give it to you, Natalya. I could make them want you. All you’d have to do is be at my side. To be my . . .” she licked her lips, “ . . . companion.”

The redhead looked unsure. “I . . . don’t know. I’m not, not that vay . . . ”

“I know you think I’m hot, baby,” she slipped a tiny hand inside her tight pants, feeling the incredibly moist-inside. “See? All wet, just for me. Wet, wet, wet for hottie hot hot Kimmie, aren’t you?”

Natalya moaned.

Kimberly pressed her body against Natalya’s, their bosoms rubbing against each other in a celebration of teenage temptation. She used her other hand to unzip the redhead’s pants, giving her a bit of room, and let her hand slip inside Natalya’s sopping wet pussy. Then she started to move her hands back and forth in a familiar motion, at the same time planting kisses on her neck. She had doing it for girls for ages now. Her free hand went to one of Natalya’s stiffened nipples.

“Look at that,” the buxom brunette said, fingers moving, “nipples all big and erect, just for me. That’s so hot. Your nipples should be like that all the time, it’s sexy.” Kimberly’s own nipples proudly pressed against the mesh of her sweater. “Won’t you help me, Natalya? Help me and be popular. Be wanted. Be cool, forever.”

Natalya’s eyes rose to the ceiling, her feet twitching on the ground, pushing her against the locker behind her. She was moaning words in her native language, making Kimberly giggle.

“You . . . you smell like . . . delicious . . .”

“Is that a yes, sweetie?”

“Oh. O-oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, ye-as!” Natalya’s voice rose higher and higher as Kimberly’s fingers worked faster and faster.

Kimberly kissed her full on the lips the instant she came, knowing when it would be instinctively, almost, and then slid her fingers out of her pants, licking them clean. She stepped back from the red-headed beauty, who slumped to the ground, looking dazed. Kimberly bent over and removed her sneakers and socks.

“Looks like you need some new shoes, sweetheart,” she said, dumping them into the trash. “Go see Miss Phine in room 141 for a new pair.”

Kimberly sauntered off, feeling great. She almost made it to Glory’s classroom when Mr. Walters, the AP, stopped her.

“Where do you think you’re going, dressed like that, young lady?” His face was red. “And why are you out of class?”

Kimberly sighed, looking down at the ground, acting disappointed. “Are you saying you don’t like it, sir?” She stepped towards him, getting close, letting him smell her. “When you complained about the way I was dressed yesterday, I made sure that today I would look extra-pretty.” She stood right in front of him, and so she shoved her tits upwards, into his face. “But if-if you’re just going to be mean . . . ”

And Kimberly, quite suddenly, surprising even herself a bit with how easy it came, started to cry. Mr. Walters looked taken aback for a moment, before reaching an arm out to Kimberly’s shoulders. She took it one step further, moving into his arms and skillfully wrapping them around her back, before encircling her own around him. She put her head on his shoulder, her hot, sweet breath hitting his neck while she wailed, tits pressed against his chest, one leg rubbing insistently against his.

“Please,” she said softly, in between sobs, “hold me tighter?”

He did. His bulge was felt easily against her thigh. She fought the urge to giggle, failed, and let it turn into a weird-sounding sob.

“You’re not going to send me home, are you?” It only partially sounded like an order.

“No, of course not, Miss Amora, wouldn’t . . .” She guided one hand to rest just on the tip of her ass. He gulped. “Wouldn’t dream of it, not at all.”

“So I don’t have to change?” Her voice sounded hopeful.

“Ch-change? No, not . . . not today.”

She let go of him for a second, gave him an adoring look, and then hugged him even tighter than before, bending him over to crash his face into her heavy breasts. He managed to struggle for only a minute, but his gut-reaction was to tighten up, which caused his hand to firmly grasp Kimberly’s taut ass. His body slackened, but his grip did not.

“You’ll forget all about that silly detention later this afternoon, won’t you?”

He nodded eager approval. She giggled, her tits waltzing against his face.

“That’s a good boy,” she cooed. “Run along now.”

Kimberly pushed him away, having gotten what she wanted, and strode into class more than thirty minutes late. Glory didn’t seem to mind, continuing the kissing exercises from the day before, this time with a more hands-on approach. She was bending over on top of a desk, exchanging deep, soulful kisses with three boys that Kimberly knew had girlfriends. Everyone else in the class was similarly occupied, except, of course, for Candice, who again, was sitting in the corner taking notes. She looked furiously turned-on, but her hands would not slip down to her pussy, wringing above her skirt, as if she had been forbidden to touch herself.

Kimberly giggled, looking at her, thought of joining the exercises, but went instead to Glory’s office to play with herself. The last half-hour had left her furiously turned on. Just like a silly girl, she had forgotten her standing order to Natalya to go to Glory’s office to pick up a new pair of shoes. She saw the redhead there, who had apparently slipped around Kimberly while she was busy with Mr. Walters, trying on different pairs of shoes with one hand down her pants. Kimberly snuck up behind her and let her own hands join Natalya’s, before effortlessly slipping her jeans down.

“Vut . . . oh,” Natalya said softly, before her panties came down as well.

The two of them got to know each other extremely well during the course of first period, thoroughly making a mess in Glory’s office. Kimberly made sure that Natalya kept her new bright red pumps on the entire time, though. They were too cute, matching her hair the way they did, to take off just for a yummy pussy-lick.

Kimberly’s second period was math. It was normally boring, but she made up a fun game to make it interesting, her overpoweringly sexy scent helping out a great deal. With one heavy-lidded, long eyelashed wink, she could sprout boners. Add a flirtatious smile, a toss of her perfectly positioned hair, and a lick of her full, yummylicious lips, and her new-sprouted admirers would lay seeds of their own. Another wink, followed by a long crossing of her perfectly tanned legs, and they were blooming again.

She did this all morning long, her own erotic arithmetic. It was only with twenty minutes left in the period that she discovered it worked just as well on most of the girls. Just the same, she still made ten of them cum, white-knuckles gripping their desks while they mewed softly, before bouncing gaily out of the door when the bell rang, leaving the classroom with lust-tinted windows and the class itself dazed and fuck-hungry.

Kimberly had the same lunch as Teddy Smith, and was determined to make the most of it. Sitting across from him was his constant best friend, Joey Baker. He was okay-looking, truth-be-told a little beneath Kimberly’s standards, but . . . wait, standards? She giggled to herself. The only standard she had was having a good, hot cock inside of her. That was how a girl got popular. How silly of her to think otherwise. She giggled again. That was why she had sucked off half the Freshman class in the first week of school last semester, to let them all know she was gorgeous and available.

But Teddy broke up with her, he didn’t want to fuck her anymore. She’d have to fix that, it wouldn’t do to look as perfectly sexily incredible as she did and still have guys out there who didn’t want to nail her. So Kimberly slid on to the open seat next to Joey, wrapping one long, tanned leg around his, graceful arms locking around his neck. She gazed at him adoringly, and, mouth open, he gazed right back, stunned into silence at the hottie that was purring his name in between landing soft kisses on his lips.

“Uh, Kimberly?” came the confused sound of Candice’s voice.

Kimberly sent her a disdainful look, the open disgust on her face usually reserved for looking at dead animals.

“Oh,” she sniffed, turning her nose up in the air, which in turn brought her tits higher into Joey’s face. He didn’t complain. “Didn’t even notice you there, Candice,” she simpered with mock sweetness. “Joey must have distracted me . . . ” she ran a finger across his chin, guiding him forward for a needy, wet kiss. “He’s so hot.”

She winked at Teddy, who suddenly had to cough and adjust his pant leg. Kimberly noticed with pleasure that Candice was covering a small breakout of acne with far, far too much make-up. Her own skin shined, flawless as the surface of a diamond.

“You know how it is,” Kimberly laughed, staring in to Joey’s eyes, “Some guys you just can’t take your hands off of.”

With that, she climbed into Joey’s lap, straddling him completely, thrusting her entire body upon him.

“Oh, gross,” Candice said, though less than half-heartedly. “Come on, Teddy, let’s go.”

But Teddy wasn’t listening. His hands were gripped on the table in front of him, white-knuckle tight just like the students in math class, his hips gyrating in tune with Kimberly’s as she grinded on Joey’s lap, her round, tight ass naked except for her tiny blue thong, easily visible under the tight hem of her skirt. She pressed her overflowing tits into Joey’s face, muffling his moans of mammary-inspired majesty, and looked back at Teddy, winking again and licking her lips hungrily. The effect, just as in class, was instantaneous, and had Teddy bucking uncontrollably in his seat. Candice, hypnotized by Kimberly’s display, did not even notice. By the time Joey came, the dry-hump of Kimberly’s magnificent ass too much to take in conjunction with her loving breasts against his face, she had had built quite the crowd. Male and female, mostly students, though a few teachers as well, at first wanting to stop the commotion, then falling in lust with Kimberly’s fine-tuned dry fuck.

A gaggle of female admirers followed her as she went to the bathroom to freshen up, complementing her at every turn.

“Love those shoes, where did you-”

“-buy that skirt? It looks so great with your legs, and your body, and your-”

“-hair! Wow! How do you make it shine like that? It’s so-”

“And you’re so busty, I love that you’re not afraid to show off, like, like-”

“-an angel, stepped down from Heaven. God you’re gorgeous.”

Kimberly smiled appreciatively at all of them, soaking up the praise, knowing she absolutely deserved it. When she came out of the bathroom, having fixed her hair and clothes, Natalya was there, telling them about how fantastic Kimberly was.

“Perfect body, and she knows how to use it. It’s like, oh, hi Kimmie,” Natalya’s voice went immediately soft and low upon seeing the chestnut-haired beauty.

Kimberly crooked a finger at the lot of them, gesturing for them to follow. They all walked like her, hips swaying, one foot right in front of the other. She picked out the cutest boy in the hallway that she could find, a junior named Jerry or something, and kissed him thoroughly, making sure to let him dip his hands into her vast collection of curves. She broke from the embrace only to make sure that Natalya and the gaggle of girls following her were doing the same, and was glad to see they were. Most seemed a bit unsure of themselves, but as their kisses lengthened, so did their desire, and so did Kimberly’s.

The bell came and went, and finally some teachers broke them apart. Kimberly merely giggled when she was told to go to her next class to receive her education. She was a beautiful girl, what possible use would she have for an education? What a silly idea. The only time she wanted to be in class was if she could do something like what Glory taught – kissing and the like. Kimberly grabbed Natalya for a quick smooch and told her to meet her when school ended by Glory’s hot pink sports car. She had plans for her.

Strutting happily through the hallways, only nominally on her way to class, Kimberly actually saw Glory herself. The hot blonde stood right outside her office, talking to a good-looking dark-haired man. She was cooing, touching his arms, chest, his hair. His talking had started rapidly, heated and angry, but with every second he stayed in front of the blonde babe he seemed to grow more and more calm, more pliant.

As Kimberly watched, Glory grabbed one of his hands, and ran it up her side, letting him feel the soft fabric of her pink dress, the even soft sides of her breasts. Abruptly, the man yelped, as if in sudden realization, and wrapped his hands over his ears and ran as fast as he could away from Glory. If he had come her way, Kimberly mused, she would have been able to stop him.

Kimberly walked into her fourth period class with Mr. Hodges forty minutes late, due to her just loving the looks the janitors around the school gave her as she walked through the halls.

“I see you’ve finally decided to learn today, Miss Amora,” Mr. Hodges said.

Fourth period was Government. Kimberly didn’t know why she was being forced to take it, it wasn’t like it was anything she could ever use. Girls couldn’t vote or be in office anyway. When men ran everything so nice, what was the point of silly bimbos like her getting involved? Mr. Hodges was a thirty-something with light brown hair that wore a suit every day.

“As you can see,” Mr. Hodges said, waving around at the class, “we are presently taking an exam. One for which you are ineligible to take, as tardy as you are.”

To Kimberly, it looked like the only examination going on was that of her hotness. She put on leg forward and posed.

“Oh no,” Kimberly said, “Can’t we talk about this? Outside?”

Mr. Hodges’s eyes went up and down Kimberly’s body before he nodded. She held the door open, and pressed the blue-mesh of her sweater against his body as he passed. She kept her hands on the door handle when she closed it behind herself, holding her chest up proudly.

“Now Kimberly, I know you’ve been sick, but there’s no excuse for-”

“Oh, I know Mister Hodges, I know!” Kimberly took a sudden step towards him. He moved back, but Kimberly kept pressing forward. “I’ve been so bad. There’s just no helping bad, bad girls like me, is there?” She looked up at him with big, green eyes, hopeful.

The government teacher was immediately taken aback, not knowing how to respond. He wanted to continue moving backwards but found himself against the wall of lockers in the hall.

“Well, now, I wouldn’t exactly say-”

“I know you wouldn’t, Mr. Hodges. You’re so nice,” She cooed, caressing his face. “But I’m a bad, bad girl, and you and I both know what needs to be done to bad girls.”

Mr. Hodges gulped audibly. “I-I couldn’t say . . .”

“Oh, sure you could . . . here, I’ll show you what bad girls need . . .”

She grabbed his hand, brought it up slightly, and then fast and hard down on her bum. It stung just a little bit. Hodges was breathing hard, and his hard-on was evident. He was a starving man, and Kimberly was a hot, juicy piece of meat to gobble up. She giggled delightedly.

“Say it, you stud . . . tell me what a bad girl needs . . .”

Kimberly brought his hand down again, but only half-needed to. By the time his strong, wide palm had struck her bum, all the momentum was on his side. She yelped excitedly, egging him on.

“That’s right, baby, spank the naughty little babe,” his hand came down again, harder. “Oh! Yes, spank me, spank me hard, Oh! Harder, you beast, you Oh! You horrible man! Oh! Spanking your own student. Oh! Treating me like I’m some sort of Oh! Bad person. I’m just an Oh! Bad girl, that’s all. Oh!”

She had long ago reached into his pants and begun to handle his cock. The combination of her skilled, smooth hands and the visceral thrill of spanking such a hot teenaged bimbo made short work of him, and he came within seconds. Kimberly thought about swallowing it up but it was far too late. It was too bad, she realized suddenly, considering how much she loved the taste of cum. Adored it, really. Why had she let that happen? She had loved suckling down yummy cum for years, it seemed like. Completely unlike her.

Mr. Hodges fell to his knees, one hand firmly clasped upon Kimberly’s fine ass.

“Now that I’ve been punished,” Kimberly said, caressing his face, “You’ll let me off the hook on that test, won’t you?”

He nodded dumbly.

“And you don’t have any problem just giving me an A for the course?” She leaned down at the waist in front of him, letting his eyes take in the full, firm roundness of her beautiful tits, let him think about all the wonders of her body he had yet to experience. “I think I deserve that much, don’t you?”

He nodded again, eagerly, tongue hanging out of his mouth. Kimberly giggled, pushing his face away and scampering off back down the hallway.

When school ended she was laying on top of Glory’s car, posing with her chest thrust out and legs extended. It was the most naturally comfortable position she could find. It made sense, when she felt like thinking about it. A girl’s body was for showing off, so it was only natural that she felt best when she was glorifying herself. Glory’s spot was at the front of the parking lot, nearest to the entrance to the school, so when the final bell rang the first sight everyone saw was Kimberly’s gorgeous form on the bright red sportscar. Soon after, it was Kimberly and Natalya making out on the hood, lost in each other’s embrace until Glory arrived and had to be introduced.

They stopped at Kimberly’s house briefly so that the lovely brunette could drop off another apology note to her mother, along with a lovely pair of shoes she had taken from Glory’s office. Kimberly knew that would cheer her up a bit.

After that, the three spent the night in Glory’s mansion, getting drunk and trying on clothes until sun-up. Natalya swore her undying love to Kimberly on five different occasions, though Kimberly only understood three of them due to the language barrier that popped up in the hot redhead’s inebriated state of mind. Glory did not say the same things, but when the fabulous blonde was eating her out, Kimberly could see the adoration building in her eyes.