Being Student Council President Is Harder Than It Looks
Ch. 7 – Same Game, New Plans
Brooke Davis had gone from your hot tease to your slutty slut in a matter of days. She'd stooped down to an unfathomable level of slutiness. Her school principal knew the secret. Her sworn enemy, Erica Marsh, knew. The basketball coach, Whitey Durham knew. In fact, they were catalysts for Brooke's turn. Each of them had tasted the delightful peach Miss Davis was packing.
Lucas had front row seats to her latest escapades – screwing Whitey again. The old fart was pumping away, banging Brooke's ass hole. That's right, anal. That crazy bastard was fucking a barely legal cheerleader up the rear. Meanwhile Luke was on the receiving end of a fierce blowjob, courtesy of the sexy bitch in the crossfire of things. He had forgotten how good Brooke was at this.
Both men grunted the brunette's name – granted different variations – and Brooke felt so spoilt. One dick up her butt and another down her throat. This was a first for her and would surely hinder any hopes she may still have (however dying they may be) about being a moral citizen. Perfect, Brooke thought with glee; I love being their slut. This was definitely a different Brooke Davis. Everyone thought she had turned the corner this year and was changing to become a more well-rounded, better regarded person... Nope. She was more a dirty whore than ever before.
Without any warning, Lucas dumped his load. Eager to suck him dry, Brooke latched harder onto his dick and took his spunk like a trooper. Luke moaned her name as his last few shots of cum were gulped down, and by this time Brooke was playing with herself. She was soaking wet and itching to get off. The wrinkly old geezer behind her was just about ready to empty his load also. She knew him well. And sure enough, he erupted. It wasn't much of an ejaculation. It was actually more of a fizzle than it was an eruption. Whitey would be embarrassed by his load – or lack thereof – if he wasn't so senile about the incompetence he suffered. It was shamefully funny. Nevertheless, Brooke lapped it up. It clung inside her ass and the sensation of hot fluid up there was one she could get used to.
"Someone fuck my pussy, please." Brooke didn't have to ask twice.
"I'll take a breather," Whitey said, panting. The old guy was exhausted. "Might call Turner in."
"Principal Turner?" Luke quipped. Whitey nodded. "Our principal? Principal Turner?"
"Yes, son. Is that so goddamn hard to believe?" the coach raised his voice. Clearly he didn't see the irony in what he said, because yes. Yes, it is hard to believe.
"Turner knows, Luke." Brooke clarified. "I fucked him," she said, smiling and casual as hell.
"I... I can't believe this." Lucas was gobsmacked. This was crazy.
"Erica screwed him, too. No surprise there, right," Brooke laughed, hoping to lighten the mood and have Lucas all right with this. "Come on, Luke. It's so hot. Older guys. The coach; the principal. I can get anyone." Brooke was such a fucking babe and she knew it. "I'm the horny cheerleader – they're the old perverts jerking off in their office to me."
Lucas had no real problems with it. What kind of smut story would this be if he got all freaked out and left. No, the predictable thing happened and he went with the situation at hand. He was fine with Brooke banging old dudes whenever she felt the need, as long as it meant being close and intimate with her again. She could turn into some drugged up necrophilia-enthusiast - he wouldn't pass up Brooke for anything. Luke grabbed her by the hips, spun Brooke around and thrust her picture-perfect ass into the ledge of the desk. On impact, she lay herself down and spread her legs surprisingly far. All those cheerleader moves paid off when you could open yourself up like that. Lucas wished Whitey wasn't back there with his loud breathing, but hey, nothing's perfect. Well, no... Brooke is perfect. Having your coach breathe down your neck while you're fucking said perfection is a tad disruptive.
"Fuck me, Luke." Oh, she was going to get fucked, all right. "I've missed your cock."
"I've missed you," Lucas couldn't help but be tranced with romance.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, son. Stick it in her already," Whitey was an impatient bastard with sex too; not just on the basketball arena. Luke guided himself inside Brooke. He watched her face – the ecstasy on it.
"You like that, you old perv?" Brooke shot a smirk to Whitey.
"Highlight of my day, Miss Davis."
"Sicko," she giggled. Brooke loved Whitey for being such a dirty bastard. "Ohmygod, Luke." A wave rippled through her naked body as Lucas thrust ball-deep inside Brooke's cunt, and rubbed her clit at the same time. He chuckled. "You're so tight." Lucas forgot that about Brooke.
"It helps that Turner's just as small as Whitey." She meant for the nearby coach to hear her.
"Touché, Miss Davis."
"What?"
"Yeah, what?" Luke was puzzled.
"If you're saying I have a tiny dick – if you're saying I have a dick, full stop – then you're so beyond senile," Brooke said with a crooked smile. Whitey didn't care to reply; he just grinned. "Now, come on, Luke. Fuck me. Pound me."
Lucas drew himself out of Brooke til the tip of his dick brushed her puffed lips, then he slammed back in with heart. With passion.
"Oh, FUCK!" Brooke got up on her elbows to watch the penetration. "A big cock feels so nice," she looked at Whitey for a bit, mocking and prodding the old guy (all in good fun, of course). "It's been too long..." It hadn't. Turner was just as big as Luke and she'd been screwed him on a regular basis, but Brooke would say anything to fuck around with Whitey's mind a little.
Lucas wasn't much of a talker in bed – or on a coach's desk, for that matter. And God bless him for it. The moans and smack talk from Brooke Davis was all he wanted. She was flawless in just about every way imaginable. Granted she wasn't the smartest cookie around, but she was clued on enough and had things down pat physically. "Fffhuck me, Lucas!"
The two were so into it and Brooke was so vocal that the two of them didn't even realise Whitey scooting around their sides and grabbing his phone off the table. Principal Turner was treated his own porno when he answered the coach's call.
"And who might that be with Miss Davis?" he asked.
"Lucas Scott. Regular ladies man," Whitey said with some distaste. He was jealous of Luke, and now that envy extended past the young man's basketball talent. Whitey invited Turner in and the principal happily accepted.
"OOH! YES, LUCAS!" Brooke belted out in her raspy screams. They were just lucky the nearby rooms were deserted, otherwise there'd a group of students swarmed around Whitey's office door. "OHMYGOOOOOHHD!" She forgot how relentless Luke was. How stubborn his dick was in getting to her g-spot every time. As if fated, the second Brooke's climax hit, Turner walked through the door. The middle-aged black man came just in time to see this foxy, slutty student have her biggest orgasm he'd seen yet. "OH FUUU-CKAHH! FAAAAAAHHK!"
Lucas - having pulled out by this time - glued his eyes on Brooke's face 'cum face' and stroked his dick. It didn't take much before he took aim at her pussy, showering it with semen. Grunting, he blasted string after string on her amazing snatch. And once Brooke had settled down, she done the nasty deed of cleaning it up - her fingers and mouth working together to down the spunk. Turner stood over her in his usual suit attire, only his fly was open and his hard-on clear as day. The second Brooke was done with her little 'Lucas snack,' she looked up at Turner, tongue out like a dog waiting for a treat. Masturbating (and delivering the goods) with Brooke Davis at your will was about the easiest thing a guy (or girl) could do. Women didn't come much better looking. And if they did, they were never as raunchy and downright dirty as this brunette from Tree Hill.
Turner sent his cum barrelling over Brooke's face, moaning with great approval at her enthusiasm to swallow what she could.
"Leave the rest on your face, Miss Davis," he told her. Turner loved a good cum-riddled face. "Three point four."
"Turner's helping me with my GP, Luke," Brooke saw the puzzled look on Lucas' face. "I do this for him and he ups my score."
"Fair is fair," the principal added, speaking like a businessman as he put his dick back in his pants and adjusted his tie.
"That's great," Luke smiled. But what he was thinking and what he was saying were two different things. It was wrong for a school principal to exploit a students' hopes and prospects like this.
"Of course, that's not how it started..." Brooke held her hand up for Luke to take it and he did. "These two old pervs just couldn't help themselves," she grinned, sitting up on the desk and making a nice wet patch (as Whitey would later discover) of her juices. "I mean, who could." She groped her tits, sucked in her cheeks and posed very model-esque to no-one in particular. Lucas chuckled. He loved Brooke's charisma – always had.
"I'm still horny, boys." Brooke looked at all three around the room. "Turner, get that cock back out. Anal's a no-go zone for you, but you can have the mouth or pussy." Holy fuck. She was most certainly still horny. In flash, Turner plopped out his dick and was cramming it down Brooke's throat. "Wait up, wait up," she freed herself from his forceful nature, gasping for air. "Whoa. Slow down," she chuckled. "Now, Whitey, for obvious reasons, take my ass." She mocked the coach's size once more. "And Luke, that leaves you with my coochie."
"What a slut," Whitey murmured, getting off his ass and itching to get into Brooke's.
Now Brooke was taking Whitey's job and being coach of this little fuck session. She delegated and positioned the three men around her, before getting comfortable on her hands and knees. Facing the door (so width-ways across the desk) was the only way this was going to work. Once the "play set," Brooke got her jaw down on the desk and gobbled up Turner's dick.
Whitey was kneeling on the desk, hunched over Brooke – his thighs against hers. This meant Lucas' view was nothing short of horrifying. He had Whitey's naked backside to contend with. He couldn't imagine (and nor did he wish to) how Brooke would want to sleep with him. Still, Luke was ball-deep in his love's soaking cunt. That was be enough to have him shooting his wad in a short while. Whitey sunk himself into the picture-perfect ass below. He grabbed what little fat he could off of it and bobbed up and down; his dick near-on the 180 degree angle.
So here was Brooke Davis, being serviced. Jammed air-tight. Cocks in every which delicious hole she blessed the world with. And on school property. This wasn't about her mission to become Student Council President anymore. Oh, no. It was about the adventure; the power; the desire to be filthy.
END OF CHAPTER 7
First update in well over a year and I had a lot of fun doing it.
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