was just a game, that after Lisa knew what it felt like to be tied up naked like a slave girl, with her legs spread apart, that she would be set free immediately. Lisa had only consented because Candy had made the game sound so sexy. 'It makes you feel real good between the legs,' Candy had said.
Well, Candy was right about that. Getting tied up had made Lisa's pussy tingle. A few drops of juice had even oozed out and wet her bottom. But that had been ten minutes ago, and now she was getting restless and mad.
'If you don't untie me by the time I count to ten, I'll report you to the child welfare department!' Lisa shouted. 'One. Two. Three…' Lisa counted to ten, but got no response other than a few more snickers.
That did it! She'd call Mrs. Turner in the morning. And if Mrs. Turner refused to help her, why then she'd talk to some of the committee members who had sent her to this whacky town. They would sympathize with her and would send her someplace else not back to Parcher, though. She'd never go back to Parcher. Parcher was where her mother lived, and she never wanted to see that old bat again.
Lisa hadn't had a moment's peace in all the years she'd lived with her mother. Her mother was on her like a shadow every minute of the day and night. Her mother smothered her, wouldn't let her do anything on her own, wouldn't let her see boys. Just because her mother had been stupid enough to get pregnant when she was a teenager, just because the boy had then run out on her, that was no reason to forbid Lisa to see boys. Lisa was much smarter at her age than her mother had ever been. Lisa took the pill. God, if her mother had ever found that out! God, her mother would have killed her! Lisa's mother was a holy woman now had turned to religion right after Lisa was born and she would rather see her daughter dead than fucking boys.
But Lisa did fuck boys, fucked them until her cunt got sore. If anything, her mother's constant harping about the evils of sex had been the main reason why Lisa had decided to become what the boys called a nympho. Somehow, the knowledge that she was doing what her mother forbade more than anything else made fucking boys twice as exciting. So she made it a point of trying to fuck every boy at Parcher High at least once. And she would have, too. She would have, had her mother not become so bitchy about every little thing that Lisa had decided to ran away.
That first time, she had hitched fifteen miles from town. They caught her and brought her back. Days later she ran away again. This time making it forty miles away. She'd flown there, hoping them wouldn't find her there, but they did. After that, she ran away again and again and again. After her tenth time, during her appearance in court with her mother, her mother had lost her head and tried to strike Lisa right there in front of everybody – the judge, the spectators the child welfare people. And Lisa was free at last. The court took her away from her cruel and inhuman mother, and the child welfare people, asked her where she wanted to go.
All the girls at school talked about Sutton High. Sutton high never lost at anything. The best looking, sexiest, toughest boys in the state went to Sutton High, and there were ten of them for every girl. Lisa mentioned to the child welfare committee that she wanted to go to Sutton, and after a week of debate, that's where they sent her.
Lisa held her breath and listened hard. She could hear whispering and giggling somewhere perhaps just don the hallway, perhaps downstairs. What were those assholes up to? If this was the way they were going to treat me. She thought. Tonight she'd hitch a ride with a trucker, with anybody heading out of Sutton.
Everybody was so fucking mysterious around here. After that weird scene in study hall, the foster home bus had taken Lisa and the rest of the girls home. As the little bus wound its way up and down the twilit streets, Lisa felt if she were riding in an armored car. Nobody spoke, and the frail, middle-aged driver seemed nervous. At dinner, the girls had talked and carried on as if Lisa wasn't there. Miss Sacks had sipped her coffee behind the pages of the Sutton Greensheet. And Candy had told her about five times to relax because the doors were locked and the police patrolled in front, of the house every fifteen minutes. So who cared about the Goddamn cops?
Lisa was going to have a nervous breakdown if she didn't get loose quick. If she could get her mouth up to the ropes binding her wrists, she would gnaw them off with her teeth. She closed her eyes, gathering all her strength. She was Wonder Woman. She growled, yanking as hard as she could. She felt her feet and hands swell with blood and throb. She knew they had turned blue. Gangrene would be setting in soon.
The half-open door swung open all the way, and Candy, Miss Sacks, and all the rest of the girls marched in. Most of the girls had serious faces, but some of them were obviously trying to suppress giggles. Outside of a locker room Lisa had never seen so many naked tits and cunts assembled in one place. Every last female was as naked as Lisa herself was.
Miss Sacks stared at her grimly. Miss Sacks was well built, like a female bodybuilder, and she had huge tits with nipples the size of silver dollars. Her muff was bushy, and as coppery-red as her head hair. Under the tough woman's gaze Lisa felt herself weaken. She found it painful to look into Miss Sacks' green eyes. And all the other girls were gawking at her. She could feel their eyes on her nipples, between her legs. She'd never felt more vulnerable.
'SO what's all this screaming about, Miss Wills?' Miss Sacks asked. 'Your pussy cold?'
All the girls laughed. Lisa felt herself flush. All her fight had dried up in her.
'Or maybe it's itchy real itchy,' Miss Sacks said. 'Maybe you'd like for us to untie you and throw you out the window to the bulls? About this time of night they're out for blood.'
Although Lisa hadn't the faintest idea what Miss Sacks was talking about, she shivered. She felt a sob inflate in her chest.
'Why are you doing this to me?' she blurted, and the tears ran down her cheeks.
The girls murmured, looking back and forth at each other.
'Ah, shut up, you bunch of drippy cunts!' Miss Sacks shouted, turning on the girls. Then she spun back toward Lisa. 'And you shut up, too, Wills! You'll toughen up or you won't last a week in Sutton.' And she sprang onto the bed, straddling Lisa's face before Lisa knew what was happening.
Miss Sacks' cunt gaped like a huge red mouth.
The meat inside looked like raw liver. But it smelled like cunt, like Lisa's own cunt, only three times stronger. The odor made Lisa dizzy, and as the juicy cunt slabs settled over her mouth Lisa jumped at how hot they were.
'Eat it out!' Miss Sacks ordered. 'Suck out my snatch!'
Juice oozed into Lisa's mouth, eased down her cheeks tan juice, the cunt juice of an over-ripe woman. Lisa gagged on it at first nearly vomiting, but she got used to the taste fast, comparing it to a cross between blackstrap molasses and sharp honey. Half smothering, Lisa sucked the big redhead's crotch. What else could she do? She sucked and chewed and fucked her tongue inside the woman, hoping the woman would come fast and get off her.
'Well, look at little blondy suck,' Miss Sacks said, and all the girls laughed. 'You can tell she's done this before. She's real good at it.' Miss Sacks churned her ass, scouring Lisa's nose with her kinky bush.
'Ooooh!' Miss Sacks squealed. 'She's real good. Her pink little tongue is way up in there. Eeeeeeb! Let me tell you, this chick's been sucking pussy a long time. I bet she sucked off every girl from wherever she came from, and that's why she came to Sutton. She wants fresh cunt. When she gets done with me she's gonna wanna suck off all you cunts, so get ready, girls. Oooooh, she's good! Bitch! Bet she used to suck off her momma's crotch. I bet her old lady used to sit on her face like this and wiggle her old ass all night. Ececeech!'
The girls went crazy, giggling as if they all had ants crawling up their assholes. Miss Sacks sat with all her weight on Lisa's mouth and forced her juicy crotch-meat down between Lisa's teeth. The redhead's wet asshole burned Lisa's chin.
Lisa hated the woman for disgracing her like this, hated her for forcing her to perform this disgusting act. She wanted to kill the red-cunted bitch. She chewed into Miss Sacks' crotch, tearing at the raw meat. She'd gnaw the bitch's cunt right off.
Miss Sacks howled. Juice gushed out of her cunt as if Lisa had punctured a water balloon. The woman's pussy slabs vibrated as if they were being zapped by electricity. Her hot asshole dilated.
'Fuck!' Miss Sacks bellowed. 'Oh, fuck! Baby girl!'
She bounced on Lisa's face, churning her spasming cunt at Lisa's mouth. Lisa's teeth snapped at her cunt flesh, stretched as if it were made of rubber. Wiry red pussy hairs caught between Lisa's front teeth and yanked out of Miss Sacks' horny crotch. Miss Sacks squealed until the last vibrations crawled through her cunt slabs, then eased her dripping cunt off Lisa's face and stumbled off the bed.
'She's all yours, girls,' Miss Sacks muttered. She sounded exhausted, like a changed woman. 'Enjoy
