Wicked Step Sister 2

Jean's ass was sore when she woke Monday morning to the sound of her alarm ringing. It was the first thing she was aware of after the noise roused her from her sleep - a hot, dull ache in her bum and a soft throbbing in her butt cheeks. She was lying on her stomach, naked, spread out across her bed, the sheets all twisted and in shambles around her. Her mind clearing as she woke, a sharp pain in her wrist caught her attention, and she sighed as she inspected the bruising and scraps around her forearms. She would have to wear bracelets or something to school today to hide the marks the handcuffs left from the night before.

The handcuffs in question were still attached to her headboard. Morgan had hooked them there last night after dinner and had told Jean that she was not allowed to take them down, ever. They were there for when Morgan wanted to cuff her down to the bed, and then Morgan proceeded to demonstrate by cuffing her down, telling Jean that when she commanded it, Jean would have to lie stomach down on the bed and hold the head board until Morgan had cuffed her in.

Having her tied down to the bed, Morgan fucked Jean's ass with a strap-on for what seemed like hours. Jean had passed out at some point - the last thing she remembered was being cuffed to the bed and being fucked, Morgan pounding and sweating and dirty-talking and spanking her rump - and now she was awake and sore.

Jean rolled out of bed, her whole body stiff and tired from the near-constant sex. Morgan seemed full of boundless energy - the longest break Jean had gotten was when she had spent most of Sunday afternoon tied up on her bed. After that, her ass had been under continual invasion, and Morgan seemed to enjoy using a longer, thicker tool with each session. Jean had actually cum a few times yesterday, though most of it from her own stimulation of her body. Morgan had touched her once, just once, a soft gentle caress across her frustrate clit and Jean had exploded in climax - but that was the only time Morgan had induced an orgasm in her. Morgan had cum quite a bit more than that - at the very least, she had made Jean eat her out four times. Jean didn't know if Morgan came when she fucked her ass, but she sure did seem to enjoy it.

Jean stumbled out of the room, walking with only a little difficulty. She didn't bother putting cloths on - after all, Morgan had commanded that Jean must be naked whenever she was, and if Jean didn't know if Morgan had cloths on, it was safer to assume that she didn't and avoid the punishment that would occur if Morgan was naked and Jean clothed.

When she got down to the kitchen, she was a little dismayed to see that Morgan was, indeed, dressed in her school outfit and having breakfast at the table. Had they both been nude, they would been on equal footing - as it was, Jean was just embarrassed, but she tried to hide it as best she could. She casually, as if her lack of clothing was no big thing, walked in and sat at the table to have her breakfast. Morgan wasn't going to make it that easy.

"Jesus! Walking around the house naked, now? Must be horny, huh? This must how you beg for it - stroll around naked and hope it turns me on enough to fuck you some more. You're such a desperate cunt."

Jean flushed at those words and lowered her head to the table. She reached for the cereal, but Morgan spoke before she got the box in her hand. "I already poured some for you."

Jean's heart fluttered, her first thought being true wonderment and appreciation that Morgan would do something so nice and caring for her and to get her breakfast ready for her. But then Morgan pointed, and Jean's eyes followed the gesture down to the floor and over to the dog bowl.

Jean's first fear was that it would actually be dog food in the bowl, but it was full or cereal, and already had milk in it for her. Jean looked down at the bowl and then back at Morgan, who arched an eyebrow at Jean impatiently, her expression slowly simmering towards anger. Jean didn't need to be told what to do; it was obvious what Morgan wanted, and she was powerless against her stepsister's whims. She got off her chair and down on the floor and crawled on her hands and knees to the bowl. She looked back at Morgan, who was smiling pleasantly, a look of total radiance and pleasure on her face that made Jean's stomach twirl and twist into knots. She couldn't believe how much she adored Morga, how much Morgan's happiness meant to her. She knew she would do anything for her stepsister, she would let Morgan dominate her life and use her body. Jean was head-over-heels in love with her, and yet that feeling embarrassed and ashamed her, which made Morgan's treatment all the more appropriate. She deserved to be punished and abused for her sick, perverted lust for her stepsister.

She lowered her mouth to the bowl and sucked up the mushy mess of milked saturated flakes. The taste of the cereal was tinged with the flavor of the dog food that usually filled the bowl and even the milk was discolored by the remnants of the previous meal Jake, Morgan's rottweiler, ate. Jean could even make out bits of dog food floating in her breakfast, but she didn't complain. She just ate as Morgan wanted.

Morgan finished her own meal, and as she walked past Jean, she smacked the girl hard on the ass. Already sore from last night's spankings, Jean winced from the sharp pain and nearly spit out her mouthful of food, but she managed to contain it. With her body bending over into the bowl as it was, her ass was just hanging on display in the air - it was no surprise that Morgan had taken the shot that she did.

Morgan dumped her dished into the sink and walked back to where Jean was eating. She hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of shear lacey panties, which she shifted to the side to expose her pussy. "Lick it," she commanded.

Jean wasted no time at all, abandoning her food and latching her mouth onto Morgan's hot pussy. Morgan leaned back against the wall as Jean went to work on her cunt, licking and sucking with total abandon. To Jean, this was a much better breakfast then cereal; her own cunt was hot and wet from her oral administration to her stepsister; she found going down on Morgan to be a totally erotic experience, and she knew she could have the best cum ever if she played with her clit while sucking on Morgan's sweet cunt, but Morgan hadn't given her permission to touch herself, and she knew better then to do anything Morgan had not yet commanded.

It didn't take more then a few minutes before Jean had Morgan moaning and grinding her crotch against Jean's face - which was just driving Jean wild with desire. It wasn't long after that that Morgan came, her pussy juices flowing heavily across Jean's face as she groaned out her pleasure. Morgan was an ejaculator, Jean had found out quickly, and while it still surprised her when Morgan's girl-cum sprayed from her cunt, it really turned her on to have her stepsister cumming all over her face and in her mouth like that.

As her moans died down, Morgan held Jean's face against her muff, "Lick me clean, bitch. Lick my cunt and thighs clean."

Jean did so, lapping the sweet nectar from Morgan's skin like it was honey. As Morgan's breathing slowed to normal and the warmth of her orgasm fled her body, she stood and stepped away from Jean, slid her panties back in place and smoothed her skirt down. "You better hurry up and get cleaned up. I thought you could use some more sleep, so I bumped your alarm a half-hour later. We need to be in school in half an hour."

With that, Morgan grabbed her book bag from the counter and strolled out the door. Jean watched her go, her mind racing. It was over a twenty minute walk to school from the house, and she couldn't stand to be late - she wouldn't have time to get cleaned up. Jean leapt to her feet and scrambled up to her room - she couldn't believe Morgan had done that to her.

* * * *

"Jean, I know you are new to this school and maybe you weren't fully aware of our dress code," Principal Leeman stated as Jean sat in his office. "You aren't receiving a sitation about this, we won't be sending a note home or anything like that, but that skirt is unacceptable for this school. I know moving into a new home with a new family and changing school and meeting friends can be difficult on someone your age, but that does not disclude you from following the rules like everyone else."

"I know Mr. Leeman. I didn't mean to be so . . . revealing." Jean flushed at the words, not only because they were true, but also because her principal was leering at her, not even trying to hide the fact that her was gawking at her legs and breasts and staring up her skirt. "My other uniform was in the wash and this was all I had, and I hadn't tried it on before, but I couldn't didn't have anything to change in to, so I kind of had to wear this or not the uniform at all, which I thought would be worse."

Mr. Leeman nodded, and smiled pleasantly. "Sure. Just make sure you have an appropriate outfit for tomorrow. You may return to home room now."

Jena was a little surprised. First, she was getting off very light for such a huge infringement in the dress code - she assumed the principal wasn't going to give demaritates to a girl he had undressing with his eyes; but more than that, she had expected him to require her to change. "Do you have an extra uniform I could wear for the day? Something a little less . . . revealing?"

"I'm afraid not, Jean. You could check with Morgan, though. Maybe she has a spare one in her locker you could change to. Now back to home room."

Ask Morgan for a spare uniform. That was a laugh - Jean had no doubt in her mind it was Morgan who had done this to her in the first place! She had rushed up to her room to get ready for school, only to find that her underwear draw had been raided. The only things left were her g-strings and thongs, and she only had three of those. And of her bras, the only thing left were her dark colored ones, and only the ones that really smushed together and lifted her boobs, which did a great job of showing off her cleavage. Worse yet, when she grabbed her uniform from the closet, she found her blouse had been switched and her skirt altered. Her blouse was about two sizes too small and very shear - the pattern of her bra could be easily seen through the material and she felt like if she sneezed or coughed, the buttons would burst off, leaving her shirtless. The skirt's hem barely fell past her crotch, and if she bent over, rose up to show her ass completely. She looked completely indecent, like a porn star dressed up in a school-girl outfit; an outfit that was no designed to hide anything or stay on very long.

Jean had lied when she said her other uniform was in the wash - in truth, Morgan had done this to all of her uniforms. She had nothing else to wear, so she had thrown this one and run to school. Catcalls and car horns had followed her the entire way, and getting to school was no better. Guys were calling out, either telling her how hot she looked or making more vulgar comments, and the girls were even worse. Some just whistled or made other remarks about her uniform, but most resorted to calling her a slut or a whore. She had never been more embarrassed in her life - nor had she ever been sent to the principal before. She had only been going to this school for a week, and now she had a whole new reputation, and it was all Morgan's doing.

And the worst part, Jean hadn't had any time to really clean herself. The sent of Morgan's cunt lingered about her nose, and she was sure everyone around her could smell it on her. Morgan had ejaculated on her, after all, and with only a quick rise, Jean doubted she got most of it off. Either people would think her a muff-diving lesbo (which was true, but she didn't want that rep) or they would think it was her pussy they were smelling, so she was a hot, randy exhibitionist who got turned on wearing inappropriate outfits to school.

She went back to homeroom, trying to avoid looking at anyone - she didn't want to deal with them staring at her. Her homeroom teach, Mrs. Daniels stopped her outside the room. "What do you think you are doing, young lady?"

"Mr. Leeman told me to go back to homeroom," Jean replied.

Mrs. Daniels crossed her arms, looked the girl up and down and frowned. "You are tardy, Jean. As such, you must go to the cafeteria. You won't be sitting in my homeroom. Not like that."

Jean sighed and started down the hall. Tardy kids were sent to the caferia for homeroom. Not really much of a punishment, for the most part, but for Jean, it was horrible. There were many more students there then in her homeroom, and they were be from all the grades, too. She spent the whole of homeroom alone at a table, ignoring the hoots and hollers of those around her. She kept her head down on the table, mortified, as girls called her names and boys came up to hit on her. One senior sat down across from her and asked if he could get a quick blow job before class. When she didn't respond, he offered her twenty bucks. He sat there waiting for another couple minutes before leaving her alone, angrily calling her a cock tease as he left.

It was the beginning of the worst school day of her life.

* * * *

It wasn't until between third and fourth period that Jean finally met up with Morgan. Jean was at her locked and she felt a hand squeezing the bare flesh of her ass under her skirt. It was the fourth time today she had had her ass grabbed, and all of them had been right on butt cheek. Her tits had been groped three times. She didn't even turn around this time, figuring the hand would be gone in a second anyway, but this hand lingered, scratched, caressed, and then a finger slipped into her ass crack under the thong string and started to rub her anus, which was still sore.

She felt a weight press into her someone leaned her chest into Jean's back, pressing her into the locker. It was a girl; Jean could tell from the soft breasts pressing tight into her back, but she didn't know it was Morgan until her stepsister whispered in her ear. "You look super sexy like that, Jean. Do you feel sexy?"

"I feel like a slut!" Jean hissed back, trying to keep her voice down. She was worried people passing would see Morgan fondling her ass in the open. She wasn't sure what would be worse: getting in trouble for it or word getting around that it was okay for anyone to do it.

"Does that mean you didn't like my little surprise for you?" Morgan asked, sounding offended. Her breath was soft and hot against Jean's neck and she nipped at Jean's earlobe with her teeth and lips, teasing her as her finger rubbed small circles on Jean's asshole.

Jean wasn't sure how to answer. She truly did not enjoy the surprise, but she knew Morgan enjoyed it, and some small part of her was pleased to be fulfilling Morgan's desires. And if wearing this outfit was what it took to get this kind of attention from her stepsister, the soft touch and pleasant kisses, she would gladly do so. "Not really, Morgan, but I like doing it for you."

"Aw, that's really sweet!" Morgan kissed Jean on the neck just as her finger slid up into Jean's ass, her reamed sphincter yielding quick easily to the probing digit as it Morgan began to slowly fuck Jean's ass. Jean purred in pleasure; her whole body responded to the touch and the kiss - she could feel the hot flush running through her as her pussy started to heat up. "I do like seeing you dressed like a total slut."

Jean steadied herself on her locker, leaning her weight against the cold metal to support herself. Morgan's finger pumped into her ass faster and faster, each stroke rising her desire and turning her on all the more. She had had to rush from the house with no relief this morning, and all that pent-up desire came rushing back now as Morgan fingered her rear. The soreness in her ass ebbed away and pleasure filled the void - the smallness of a single finger was such a welcome relief to the large dildos Morgan had previously used, and for the first time, Jean actually relished the absolute pleasure of having her ass penetrated.

She was panting and biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud for all to hear. And then Morgan stopped and her finger was gone from Jean's bum. Jean felt something slide into her mouth, and without thinking, simply awash in her euphoric desires, she sucked on it. It took a few moments before the bitter taste and pungent smell made her realize she was sucking Morgan's finger fresh from her own ass, but as turned on as she was, she really react even when that notion struck her - she was a bit repulsed by it, yes, but she didn't stop sucking. She knew it was what Morgan wanted.

"Sit with me at lunch," Morgan whispered in her ear, and then with one departing kiss on Jean's cheek, she was gone.

Jean stood there a few moments in a daze. Her body was crying out for relief from the heat and tension that was continuing to build inside of her. She wanted to reach up under her dress and just rub her cunt to a wonderful orgasm, and it was difficult to fight down her sexual desire and get on to class. But also, Morgan's playful attention to her ass had awakened another desire: Jean had the sudden and powerful urge to take a dump. She had felt it a bit before after getting her ass reamed; her body had reacted to her the invasion of her ass by needing to defecate, but previously, her bowels had been empty and the feeling had passed quite quickly. This time, however, she could feel the fullness in her body moving down, trying to get out. Morgan's probing finger had activated Jean's rectum and she had to go. She clenched her ass hard, but it was difficult for her to seal up her worn sphincter, and harder still to keep it closed.

Jean closed her locker and took a few steps to the girl's room. It was hard to walk all clenched up as she was, but she felt like if she didn't stay that way, she might not be able to hold it in, and she certainly didn't want to crap herself. Hell, she was wearing a thong! Not that shitting in her panties appealed to her, but at least that would keep her from shitting on the floor!

To Jean's horror, the bell rang. She had two minutes to get to class or else she would be tardy there, probably given demerits, and then sent to the principal again. And the thought of walking in late to class, the classroom full of gawking, staring students and needing to explain to the teacher in front of the class why she was dressed that way, and yes she had already seen the principal for it, was less than appealing. She figured she could hold it, and straining to do so was the lesser of two evils.

Jean rushed off to class as best she could.

* * * *

Jean rushed into the girl's room after class, her body sore from trying to hold in her shit. She was desperate now - she had spent the last twenty minutes figiting crazily in her seat, trying hard to contain herself, and now she was mere moments away from relief. Which was good since she didn't think she could hold it anymore; she felt like she was about to dump any second, and if that meant through her thong string and onto the floor, well, she didn't think she could prevent that.

She stopped dead when she saw Morgan in the bathroom, leaning against the stalls. There where four stalls in this restroom, all in a line. Morgan rested in the very center, a coy smile on her lips as Jean's eyes met hers. "So, didn't actually crap yourself in class, huh?"

Jean stood before her stepsister, not making a move towards any stall. She just clutched her thighs together and shook her head. "No, but I don't think I can hold it much longer."

"Well, you can't go yet," Morgan stated.

Jean's eyes went wide. She had been through quite the embarrassing ordeal and now Morgan was preventing her from using the toilet! How much worse could it get? Then a thought hit her, and though she was desperate to go, she couldn't help but ask, "How did you know I would have to go so bad?"

"Basic anatomy, my dear. The sensation of strain against the anus from the inside causes an urge to release. This can also cause a rectum dump, as it were, which moves the fecies from your bowels to your rectum where it is ready for evacuation. To put it simply, when I fingered your ass, I caused your body to want to shit."

"You did this? On purpose?"

"Absolutely," Morgan replied, a wicked smile playing about her beautiful place. "I wasn't sure if you'd be able to hold it at all last night."

"You wanted me to . . . have an accident?"

"Have an accident? No, I wanted you to shit yourself while you sat at your desk. It might have been more fun if you had real panties - then it would have been all over your ass. But a thong still would have made quite the mess on your seat."

Jean's face fell. Morgan was purposely trying to mortify her at school. Crapping herself in school? How could she ever hope to live down such embarrassment. But that seemed to be what Morgan wanted. Even now, Jean couldn't use the toilet - Morgan wanted her to mess herself, and there seemed to be no way around it.

"I did give you an out, Jean," Morgan stated, as if reading Jean's thoughts. "You could have been late to class. Sure, that would have been embarrassing, too, but much better then shitting yourself. And yet you went to class instead."

"And now I don't have a choice," Jean sighed. She sound have just been late. It would have been better then this.

"Oh, you still have a choice. You can use the toilet. You just need to ask me."

Jean's eyes lit up. "Morgan, may I please use the toilet?"

Morgan grinned. "That wasn't nearly nice enough."

"Please, Morgan, please. I really have to go. I need to go so bad, please let me use the toilet."

"You have to go? Go where?"

Morgan was making her say it, she knew. She was going to have to beg. Jean folded her hands in front of her, pleading with her stepsister. "Morgan, Mistress, please, I really have to take a shit very badly and I don't think I can hold it much longer. If I can't use the toilet soon, I will make a mess of myself. I'm so desperate to use the toilet, please Mistress. Please let me take a shit now." As a final sign of submission, Jean got down on her knees on the cold tile floor and begged in earnest.

Morgan stepped up in front of Jean, hook her chin in her hands, and smiled. "You beg very well. I just might accept your plea." She hook a leg over Jean's shoulder, her skirt floating up around Jean's head, and she forced her crotch into Jean's face.

Jean was shocked. She was kneeling in the center of the girl's restroom and Morgan seemed to be demanding more cunt-eating of her. Jean was desperate to shit, but there was little she could do but comply. If she worked quickly, she just might be able to bring Morgan off before anyone came in and still use the toilet.

She reached up and pulled the gusset of Morgan's panties aside and locked her mouth onto her stepsister's cunt. She couldn't believe how hot and wet Morgan's pussy was - she was drooling her juices all over Jean's face the instant Jean's tongue slid across her slit. Much wetter then she was this morning, that first lick had her moaning and mumbling with intense pleasure.

Jean cupped Morgan's round ass in her hands to hold them both steady as she feasted on her cunt. She licked and lapped, not caring at all as her face was coated with Morgan's pussy juice. She focused on Morgan's clit and labia, working fast and thoroughly, trying to get her to climax as quickly as possible.

In minutes, Jean's face was splashed with Morgan's cum as the girl's count erupted in a fountain of juice. Morgan's hands had a fierce grip on Jean's head, holding her tight against her climaxing slit as she sighed with pleasure. She held her for a little bit and then stepped back from Jean.

"That wasn't bad, but I was hoping for a little more then a quickie. I'm not sure that was good enough for me to let you use the toilet."

Jean looked up at her, a look of horror on her face at those words. If she gone longer, she wouldn't have lasted. Even now she could feel her sphincter opening and her bowels starting to move outwards. She wouldn't last another minute, and now she was doomed to humiliate herself again.

Morgan just grinned. "Yes, I think I'll need your thong to let you use the toilet."

"My thong? I can't give you that! With this skirt on, everyone will see my . . . my pussy."

"Then your bra. It doesn't matter much to me, but you had better hurry before this becomes a moot point."

It was an easy decision, really. If she was without a bra, everyone would know it. They could see right through her shirt. If she was without her thong there was a chance she could keep the damage to a minimum. Jean stood and whipped of her thong and handed it to Morgan.

Morgan nodded and stepped aside. Jean rushed into the stall. Not a moment to soon; the second her bum hit the seat, she was already in the middle of defecating. She moaned with delight as she shat out the contents of her bowels, releasing the pressure that had been building for nearly and hour. It felt so good, and combined, once more turned on completely by going down on Morgan, Jean could feel her juicy cunt quivering with desire. She was in the toilet now, it would be easy enough for her to have a quick wank and relieve herself of her frustrations - and what a wonderful cum it would be after being horny for so long!

But Morgan's voice from outside the stall stopper her hand before she reached down her clit. "Sure are enjoying that, aren't you?"

Jean was shocked that Morgan was still in the bathroom. Was she waiting for her? Or was it just to embarrass and humiliate her even more. Jean didn't like taking a dump knowing that Morgan was actually there listening.

"Sounds like you had quite a lot of shit up there," Morgan teased. "I must have packed it in real good last night, huh?"

Jean flushed, especially as another turd stretched out her ass and fell into the bowl. She could help the soft moan of pleasure it elicited from her lips, nor could she stifle the splash it made as it landed in the water.

"Another big one, huh?" Morgan laughed. "Quite the shit load you have there. And you seem to like it so much. Does it remind you of me fucking your ass? Is that why you like it so much?"

Jean didn't answer. She just sat there, silent, letting her bowels empty themselves as Morgan continued to tease her. "If you like it so much, why don't you play with your clit, too? Be a real sick freak and make yourself cum while you are on the toilet shitting. Nasty cunt like you, I bet you would love that, wouldn't you?"

That comment was all the worse because Jean had considered it, and would have done it, too, had Morgan actually left. Now she was utterly ashamed that she had even thought of something so dirty, let alone actually wanted to do it.

Jean finished, doing her best to ignore Morgan's jeering. She flushed and left the stall and went to the sink to wash her hands and face. As she did so, Morgan stepped up behind her and lifted her skirt.

"Spread you ass."

Jean was shocked, but she complied without hesitation, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands to expose her ass hole to Morgan's intense gaze. Morgan leaned closer, looking intently at Jean's hole. Her finger slid down through her crack and around her anus.

Jean giggled, tickled by the touch and getting aroused by the intimate contact. "What are you doing?"

"Inspecting you ass. Making sure you cleaned yourself."

A hot flush filled Jean's cheeks. She couldn't believe it! Morgan was going to check to make sure she was clean? Did she not think she knew how to properly wipe herself?

Morgan continued without pause. "If I'm going to be fucking this hole and sticking my finger up it, it as to be clean. From now on, you need to ask my permission to take a shit. Even if you have to go during school, you need to hold it until I tell that your are allowed. And I'm going to be inspecting your ass. It won't be every time you shit, and it might not always be right after. If I tell you to show me your ass, you drop your pants and bend over and spread. I inspect, and if you are not clean enough for me, you are going to be in big trouble!"

Jean groaned. At any time Morgan was going to inspect her ass? Not that she thought she was unclean there, but that was so humiliating to have to have her own butt check for cleaniness. And having to ask permission to use the toilet? How was she going to manage that? Jean was sure that today's antics would be repeated - Morgan would finger her to make her have to go, and then not let her until Jean had satisfied some request. Just how vicious was Morgan going to be with those demands?

But Jean had no choice. She was Morgan's play thing, and at the very least, it got her Morgan's attention. "Yes, Morgan."

Morgan smiled and hooked her arm around Jean's like they were best friends, "Great! Let's go have lunch!" Morgan forced Jean away from the sink before Jean could wash the smell of cunt from her face. Jean was surprised to find the bathroom door locked - Morgan must have set it up so no one would interrupt their little game inside.

A breeze kicked up her skirt for a second when the door came open and a chill rippled through Jean's body. She was constantly aware that her ass and pussy were bare and if she wasn't careful, her most private area would be exposed. She spent the rest of the day anxious and nervous. She couldn't believe how horny it was all making her.

* * * *

Jean walked into the house, glad to be home from such a maddening day. She had spent most of the day uncontrollably, even moment fighting to keep her hand out from under her skirt. It seemed whenever her concentration lapsed, her fingers were on their way down to her cunt, ready to leash all that pent-up frustration. And she had to keep from flashing everyone, too. She was sure that more than a couple people got quite the eyeful, one of which being her chemistry teacher, Mr. Gabble. His eyes scanned past her, seemingly checking out her curvy legs for the hundredth time, and then his eyes went wide, he started babbling and lost his train of thought for a few seconds. He rambled for another ten minutes, dotting his now-sweaty brow every ten seconds on so to wipe the wetness away, and he flushed everytime he looked over in Jean's direction.

It was one of the few classes Jean and Morgan shared, and Morgan kept giving Jean a wicked smiled and winking at her. Apparently she was under the same impression: Mr. Gabble had gotten a look at the good, and both of them thought he had liked what he had seen.

Morgan had a last period free and had left school early, so Jean had walked home alone. The door was unlocked, so she assumed Morgan was home, so Jean stripped the second she was inside, once more not wanting to risk being clothed if Morgan was naked. She hoped Morgan was naked and was preparing to use her some more; as turned on as she was now, even a thick dong up the ass sounded highly appealing despite her soreness.

Jean rushed up to the room they shared and walked in. Her jaw dropped, and her arms went slack, letting her cloths and bookbag fall to the floor. Morgan was there, but she wasn't naked as she wasn't alone. Laura, Michelle, and Amy, Morgan's best friends were all sitting in the room, their eyes now on Jean.

"Oh, god - what a slut. Spends all day wearing practically nothing then gets naked as soon as she's in the door," Amy laughed, giving Jean a look up and down. Amy was a pretty blonde, great body from playing volleyball, but no boobs to speak of. She was tall and thin, more so then even Morgan, and quite cute. Jean had suspected a mischievous streak in her since they met and often though Amy was checking her. Even more so, now. While her words made Jean flush, Jean couldn't help but think that they were more complimentary then degrading.

Laura was dark skin, dark haired and absolutely gorgeous. Jean felt pale and ugly compared to her, just as she did next to Morgan. She seemed to be the prude of the group, very up-tight and proper all the time. Jean felt like she was looking down at her, and the smug, self-righteous expression on her face now cut Jean to the bone. That made her feel disgraced and embarrassed.

Michelle was the wild one, the partier. In the week that Jean had known her, Michelle had had several mentions of drug use, being drunk out of her mind, waking up with strange men, and having three guys fuck her at once in the middle of a party. And those where the "light" topics used as an ice-breaker to ease Jean in. From the way she spoke, Jean didn't really doubt her. She was curvey, like Jean, not the thin athletic build of the other girls, and she had a plumb round butt that she liked to wiggle around and large boobs with mass amounts of cleavage in constant exposure. She liked the attention.

"Morgan, she is a hotty," Michelle said, licking her lips. "I get to fuck her first."

Morgan laughed. "Sure, you can fuck first, Michelle, but then you own me."

Michelle just shrugged. "Whatever. I already do. Whatever you want squared." She was starting to unbutton her blouse, her eyes gazing up and down Jean's body. Jean, still getting over the shock of intruding on the four of them, had just started to cover her breasts and cunt with her hands, but Michelle snapped at her, "None of that! No covering up that pretty body of yours."

"Yeah!" Amy agreed. Her skirt was already off and she was tugging down her panties. "Morgan, make her go down on me while Michelle fucks her."

Morgan grinned as Amy sat down on the edge of Morgan's bed. "You heard what she wants, bitch. Get to it."

Jean stared down at Morgan shocked and confused. Morgan stood and smacked her across the face. "Did you not hear me or have you just gone stupid?" Giving her a push on the back towards the bed where Amy sat waiting, legs spread open for Jean's face, she added, "The girl wants you to eat her out. And you better do a good job of it, too, or there will be hell to pay."

Jean's mind was reeling, but her body did as instructed. She knelt down between Amy's legs and buried her mouth in her crotch, her lips and tongue working on the girl's cunt. She was moaning in moments, and her hands ran through Jean's hair, pulling her hard and deep into her loins.

"Oh, Morgan, she is good! You are training her well!"

"Is it true that she peed on her bed?" Laura spoke for the first time, and Jean felt her face flush even hotter with embarrassment. While it was mortifying that Morgan had told her friends that story, the fact that it was Laura saying it made it worse, somehow.

"Yeah, she pissed herself on her bed yesterday. I made her suck it all out, too."

"That's fucking hot!" Michelle declared. "Next time she does that, invite me over to watch."

"You're sick," Laura chastised her.

"Yeah, and I love it!" Michelle fired back.

Jean felt hands prying apart her ass cheeks and then the cold slickness of lube being squeezed out between her plump rear. The head of a thick rubber dong started to rub the slippery ooze all over her tender asshole, and then push in. She tried to relax, but still shocked and humiliated before Morgan's friends, her anus was clenched up fairly tight. That didn't seem to be deterring Michelle though.

"Take it, slut. You know you want it up your ass. Morgan said I should start with the smaller one, but I know you can take this thing. And you're going to take it all, too, you fucking bitch. Lick that cunt; make her cum while I fuck you up the ass!"

Michelle was leaning in with all her weight. She was forcing the thick phallus up Jean's ass, slowly, painfully, but surely pushing it deeper and deeper up her rear. Jean cringed at the burning agony as it spread her asshole wide, wider then Morgan had done the night before, and she could feel that it was sinking deeper in her bowels then Morgan had gone before. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but she focused on eat the cunt before her and let her mind dwell on Amy's pleasure instead of her pain.

"Ooo, she pretty good at this," Amy cooed as she lied on the bed, enjoying Jean's mouth and tongue against her clit.

"She could use a little more practice, but she's getting there," Morgan replied. Jean glowed at the compliment, and looked forward to getting the experience that Morgan felt she needed.

Michelle smacked her on the ass as she began to pound away with earnest, shoving the fake dick hard and fast up into Jean's ass, slamming it home with all the force she could muster. "Look at her butt just eating it up!"

Amy groaned. "I think she likes it, Michelle. She's really digging into my pussy now."

"Yeah, eat it, slut. Eat her up!" Michelle grabbed a fistful of Jean's hair and pulled her head back hard, yanking her open mouth and wiggling tongue away from Amy's slit. Jean tried to get her mouth back on Amy's dripping snatch, struggling against Michelle to resume eating the girl out. "Look at her! God, she's desperate for it! She must really like pussy, huh?" Laughing, Michelle pushed Jean's head back, thrusting her face deep into Amy's crotch.

It took a while before Amy came, and Michelle never let up once from fucking Jean hard up the ass in all that time. After Amy finished orgasming, she got up from the bed; Jean was surprised to see Morgan was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, with Laura's face between her legs. Morgan was moaning softly as Laura ate her out, and Jean was filled with a sudden flood of jealousy: more than ever, she wanted to buried her face between Morgan's thighs and slowly lick her clit until she had the most wonderful orgasm ever.

But it was not to be. There was a sudden shift in the room, as if everybody knew what to do and a sudden cue had been struck that Jean did not know. Amy switched places with Laura, lowering her mouth to Morgan's slit to take over, and Laura started to slip into a strap-on, while Michelle, who had taken the fake cock off, settled down on the bed in front of Jean, legs spread and cunt ready.

Jean, without being told, leaned in and started to lick at Michelle's pink flesh, marveling at how wet and how tasty her snatch was. She was surprised by the total difference in flavor, texture, and aroma of Michelle's cunt. And as she started to lick and lap at the sensitive flesh before her, Jean felt the all too familiar sensation of her anus being stretched and invaded by another thick dildo and Laura took over sodomizing her.

Michelle was much easier to get off then Amy, it seemed that she really got off fucking Jean's ass with the strap-on and it had left her close to cumming. And once more, when Michelle got out from in front of her, the girls all switched places, with Michelle moving to suck on Morgan's pussy, Laura taking her place in front of Jean, and Amy putting on the strap-on and fucking Jean's ass.

The dildo Amy chose wasn't as thick as what Michelle and Laura had used, but it was covered with little knobs and bumps, and she fucked with very fast but shallow strokes. Jean found it amazingly pleasurable and incredibly painful all at once. She could feel her cunt throbbing and aching for climax, but she just wasn't getting the stimulation she needed to put her over the edge. Her arms, legs, and back sore from being on her hands and knees for so long, Jean wanted nothing more then to reach up and rub herself to a wonderful orgasm, but she could not.

Laura took much longer to get off, but when she came, she came hard, bunking her hips against Jean's face, spewing out curse words Jean wouldn't have thought Laura even knew, and squeezing Jean's face between her thighs she couldn't breath, and through it all, Amy kept pounding away.

When Laura's death grip on Jean's face gave away, Jean collapsed to the ground, panting for air. Her arms were too tired to support her any more, and she just wanted a few minute's rest. She didn't know what the girls would have planned for her next, but she needed a break, even if it was a short one.

Jean felt a pull on her hair, and hand dragging her back to her feet. She rose in compliance, surprised to see that it was Morgan pulling her up, Amy, Michelle, and Laura already gone. "You did very well, Jean. I'm very proud of you."

Morgan guided her to the bed, and Jean sat down on the edge of the mattress. Jean watched her, her eyes wide and full of adoration. Morgan was beaming, a smile of magnificent and joy that warmed Jean's heart. "How do you feel?"

"Sore," Jean admitted, though it was an understatement. Her arms and legs were sore - her ass was on fire, but she didn't want to mention it. "Horny. And I have to go . . ."
"Go?"

"Pee."

Morgan giggled. "So you have to piss, huh? You are going to need to wait a little. Hold it."

Jean nodded. She wasn't so desperate to piss at the moment that she couldn't wait, she just hoped it wasn't too much longer.

Morgan knelt down in front of Jean, and for a moment, Jean's heart soared at the thought that Morgan might do the unimaginable and go down on her to reward her for her good service today. Morgan pushed Jean's legs wide open, displaying her pussy, but she didn't make any more of a move then that. She did have a razor and a bottle of shaving cream in her hands, and Jean saw a bowl of water sitting on the floor.

"I like my pussy clean shaven," Morgan explained as she coated Jean's mound with shaving cream. Jean had kept her pussy trim and neat, but hadn't been bald down there since her pubes had grown in. The touch of Morgan's hand around her cunt made her shiver with pleasure. "I'll shave you today, but you must make sure it stays clean and smooth all the time. You ass, too."

The cool razor felt good against her hot skin, and Jean signed with delight as Morgan gracefully shaved the hair off with slow, careful strokes. It didn't take long, but with every touch of the razor, Jean felt her climax rising within her, and she her toes and fingers curled with delight as the blade danced across her cunt lips. She nearly came when Morgan cupped a handful of the warm water and let it trickle down over the skin, washing away soap and hair.

Morgan had her turn over and repeated the process on her rear, first shaving the smooth round globes of Jeans ass before moving into her crack and shaving clean any and all of the fine hairs that grew in the crevice. When she was done, Morgan had Jean roll back onto her back, and gently, very gently, she leaned in blew a slow breath of air across Jean's raging clit.

Jean climaxed, shuddering like crazy and her frustrations exploded through her in a burst of incredible pleasure. She couldn't believe the over-whelming joy of it; her build-up have been remarkable, but she had never thought something so light and gentle could rouse her body so and make her tremble this much.

Her eyes opened, and Morgan was on the bed next to her, looking down at her and smiling still. "Enjoyed that, did you?"

Jean nodded, not having the breath yet to speak. She could feel Morgan's fingers gently caressing the now hairless skin above her cunt, and she purred with pleasure at the touch. Her skin felt so sensitive, now, and Morgan's fingers sent sparks shooting through her body. "Ready to piss now?"

Jean nodded, and to her surprise, Morgan stood, took her hand, and led her into the bathroom. She waved for Jean to have a seat, and Jean did so, not sure exactly what to expect.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to be inspecting you every time you take a piss," Morgan said, which made Jean sigh with relief. "Just this time."

Jean nodded and spread her legs to give Morgan a good view. It wasn't as difficult as Jean thought it would be, to piss while someone was watching, and in a few seconds of sitting down, she felt the incredible sensation of relief as her bladder began to release its load.

Suddenly, Morgan swung her leg over Jean's and straddle the girl's waist so that they were facing each over, Morgan sitting on Jean's lap, their boobs smashed together. As shocked as Jean was by the sudden move, she was even more surprised by the hot splash she felt against her pelvis as Morgan unleashed her own spray.

Morgan was grinning at her. "I had to piss, too," she said, biting her lips and moaning.

Jean was amazed at how incredible it felt. It was so warm, Morgan's piss as it sprayed onto her now-bare skin and the stream of it rushed down her crotch and between her legs, dripping into the bowl beneath her. Some flowed across her ass before trickling into the water, and Morgan shifted about as she went, making sure to splash her urine across Jean's stomach and thighs, too, really wetting her down, marking her territory. Jean was moaning along with her soon, and when Morgan was finally done, Jean was actually disappointed that it was over. And she was desperate to cum again, once more completely aroused.

Morgan stood and gracefully lifted her foot up on to Jean's knee. Taking Jean's head in her hand, she guided her face down to her pussy. "Lick me clean," she whispered.

Jean did so, and more. Her mouth and tongue went wild on Morgan's slit, licking and lapping first at the salty droplets of piss that lingered on her tender flesh, and then focusing on her clit, sucking it gently into her mouth and teasing it with her lips and tongue until Morgan came once more, spraying Jean's face with her girl-cum.

Trembling, Morgan stepped away. "Clean yourself up if you want, and go make us dinner. After we eat, you are going to spend some time learning how to rim a girl's ass. And if you do it very well, I may let you cum again before we go to bed tonight. Oh, and don't make any plans for after school tomorrow We're going to go get these pierced," Morgan added, giving both of Jean's nipples a hard pinch and a twist.

Jean's eyes were wide in surprise, and she drew in a sharp breath, but the thought made her tingle even more. Morgan was about to make her first permanent mark on her body, the first outward sign that Jean's body was no longer her own. God, that was such a thrill!