Gushing Greta Ch. 06

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"Family Matters", or, Greta learns a lesson.
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Part 6 of the 7 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 10/20/2015
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After Rita got turned out by Tyrone in the back of a van in the high school parking lot, she couldn't get enough. They got busted last Friday during lunch. Tyrone was cock deep in her throat, I heard, when the janitor walked in. Tyrone pulled out and Rita, a slobbering mess, asked for five more minutes. Her parents put her in a new school district on Monday.

Me? Presently, I am giving Principal Sankey a quiet blow job during a conference call. He took me on as an intern of sorts. I get credits and he gets my... services. The pallid color of my hand flushes red as I squeeze and pull on his black rod. It takes two hands but I like feeling its entire length with one. I can almost feel the blood rushing upwards, pushing small dabs of precum out of the tip. I lick it up, teasing him. We look into each other's eyes, as if we recognize our shared need for dangerous exhibitionism. He hits mute as some parent, I presume the P.T.O leader, drones on about some kind of fund raiser. He takes hold of big, fat cock. I sink further below him, where his cock towers above my face. I stick out my tongue.

"I want your cum, daddy," I coo from beneath him, his long shadow draped along my face. "Give it to me, daddy."

He obliges, squeezing several ropes of thick, viscous cum across my faces. It splats across my puffy, teenage cheeks. Rogue strands of cum streak my hair.

"Thank you, daddy," I say. He unmutes his conversation.

"I think you're right, Samantha, you should do what you girls do best: bake. It'll help put a lot of money towards the senior trip," he tells her. He hits mute again. He pushes his cock down, dragging it along my face, pushing cum over my skin. I open my mouth, trying to catch swabs of cum as he slaps his penis on my cheek. I suck the cum off the skin of his cock. He sheathes his dark knight, and tosses me a cold towel.

"Clean up. It's lunch time." And I do.

----

I eat my lunch in the bathroom now. Most aspects of my life have been overrun by the sweaty, sensual actualization of my darkest fantasies. Eating alone in this stall is my breather. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. I read online about a Frenchmen from the 18th century named Tarrare. He was a showman notable for his unbelievable appetite. He would eat and eat but he could not curb his own appetite. He lived his life ruled by a great hunger. This burden became a trade, leading Tarrare to stages throughout Europe where he would swallow corks, live animals, and baskets of fruit.

I'm pondering all of this when a few girls walk into the bathroom, giggling and carrying on in their boppy, teeny way.

"Oh my god, I heard that girl Greta has fucked, like, every guy in school," one of the said. I think her name is Rachelle.

"She's at least blown them all," the other girl says. Not sure about her.

"I mean, that's one way to get attention," laughs Rachelle. I hear her fiddling around with a makeup bag. "I've heard she's fucking teachers now, too."

"I'd be shocked if she wasn't." She's not wrong.

Rachelle lowers her voice to a whisper, "She got gangbanged at that party awhile back. I even heard the police got a piece."

"I guess Slut Lives Matter." They both laughed in a dumb, shrill pitch. I heard it echo against the tiled walls of the bathroom.

I finished my lunch and head to class.

-----

I'm sitting at the top of the bleachers during physical fitness when Tyrone approaches me with a white boy following behind him.. I recognize him as Anthony, who sits behind me in Algebra. He's a shy kid, a nerd. I've noticed him staring at my ass, darting his eyes away when I notice. He's a bit taller than me, though shorter than Tyrone, and overweight. He wears the kind of polo Dads wear, tucked into his khakis, which are straining to stay buttoned around his bulging waist. He's not obese, and would look better if he would just buy pants that fit him.

"Great, this is Anthony," Tyrone says, gesturing towards him. He smirks, embarrassed.

"Hey, Anthony. What's up?" I ask, flashing a smile.

"Anthony is gonna help me with my Algebra, which is real nice of him. So nice, in fact, I was thinking I could do him a favor." Tyrone gave a sly smile, and I could tell he had already promised me to Anthony. I looked down the bleachers towards the court, where the rest of my class was playing volleyball. It was Friday, so the coach hung out in his office and prepped for the game while we did whatever.

"What kind of favor, Tyrone?" I flutter my eyes and bite my lip, trying to keep eye contact with Anthony. He keeps looking away.

"Me and Anthony here have something in common. A special affinity for that fat ass of yours." He grinned and Anthony broke into a sweat, way out of his comfort zone. "I was hoping you could be his tutor for physical education."

I nodded. I pulled down on my too-small polo to show off my cleavage. I squeezed my tit with my left hand as I stood, turning and squeezing my right ass cheek as I walked down the bleachers.

"Sure, just follow me," I said, raising my short skirt over the top of my firm, round ass as I descended. I could hear Anthony plunk along behind me.

I led him into an empty office in the back of the girls locker room. It's for an assistant coach, but he'd quit early in the semester and the office had been empty ever since. Class wouldn't be over for another 45 minutes, which I figured would be six times over the time needed for Anthony to bust his nut. He walked in and I shut the door behind him.

"You know, I've noticed you staring at me in class, Anthony," I cooed.

"Uh, yeah, s-sorry about that. That's rude," he fumbled.

"No, it's fine. I like it. It makes me feel pretty," I told him honestly, hoping it would break him out of his discomfort.

"Yeah?" He responded, finally looking at me.

"What is it that you like about me?" He sat on the edge of the desk in the room, I walked up to him, placing my hands on either knee. I squeezed, gently. "You can touch me, Anthony. Show me what you like about me."

I arched my back to poke my boobs out, and then pulled my shirt over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, and Anthony went bright red when he saw my tits for the first time. He didn't try to not stare, which I supposed was a step forward.

"Go ahead," I told him.

He reached up and put his hands on my tits, squeezing hard. I let out a small whimper of pain.

"Girls like you always make fun of me," he said, barely above a whisper.

"Girls like me?" I asked.

"Pretty girls." I knelt down before him, looking upwards, biting my lip and meeting his gaze.

"I bet you've thought about doing dirty things to us," I replied, putting my arms behind my back.

"Stand up and turn around," he said, his voice starting to get louder as his confidence grew. I complied, hearing him remove his belt. At first I thought he would whip me with it, but I felt him wrapping it around my wrists into a tight knot. "Look at me," he said when he finished.

I turned around, tugging at the restraint enough to know I wasn't going to get free.

"You think you're too good for me, don't you?" I wasn't sure what to say. I honestly didn't think that, but I wasn't sure that's what he wanted to hear. "Don't lie, 'cause I'll know." I thought about it for a moment.

"Yes," I answered.

SLAP. His hand shot up too fast for me to realize what had happened. He got me squarely on the cheek and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"Tell me you're sorry," he snarled.

"I'm sorry," I offered, meekly.

"On your knees, bitch," he demanded. I knelt down, looking up at him. "Don't look at me, cunt." I looked forward. He undid the button of his pants and unzipped himself. His khakis felt to his feet as he pulled down his boxers, joining his pants around his ankles.

His cock sprung forward with the hardness of diamond. It was long and thin, a little crooked. "Put your mouth on it, whore."

I nearly throated the entire length on my first try, I could feel his body tremble at the sensation. I started to pull my head backwards but his hand grabbed my hair, tightly. His other hand grabbed my throat to steady me.

"Are you ready to get throat fucked, Greta?" He asked me with the timbre of a supervillain about to delivering the killing blow to the hero.

"Yes sir," I muttered, my voice muffled by his cock wedged in my mouth. He held my head, pushing me down his length, towards him. I tried to pull back, panicking from the lack of oxygen and he just kept forcing me down, humping my face and forcing his cock deeper into my throat.

He pulled me off his cock right as I thought I would lose consciousness.

"Whoops, I forgot that whores needed air like humans do." He laughed.

"Thank you, sir," I replied, barely getting it out has he shoved his cock back in my mouth. A pool of saliva formed below me, feeling dripping from my chin, a trail forming between my breasts, down toward my pussy like a treasure trail.

He wasn't letting up, just like before. Forcing me down. His hands were powerful and I couldn't wriggle away. I was beginning to see stars I heard the door open. I thought it was Tyrone.

"Friends of yours?" I peeked out to the side, struggling to breathe and saw Rachelle and the other girl from the bathroom, phones out and giggling.

"OMG, I knew it," Rachelle said. They're laughing faces was the last thing I remember before I blacked out.

-----

I woke up on the floor, cold. I could feel the saliva, mostly dried, around my mouth and on my cheeks. I coughed and the yellow mixture of cum and spit came out. That must have pushed him over the edge, watching me go limp with his cock in my mouth.

I put my shirt back on and stumbled out of the room. I cleaned up a little and retrieved my purse from the gym. I picked up my phone, noticed a lot missed calls and notifications. I swiped down, opening up Facebook. I had been tagged in a video.

"Oh no," I said aloud to no one, because the gym was empty. School must be out. I clicked on the notification, and there it was, the video of Anthony cock wedged down my throat. He was cropped out, of course. I was the target, apparently.

Then I noticed the comments. Right at the top was my Dad. His comment read "TAKE THIS DOWN. NOW."

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I went into the living room and met the furious gaze of my father. His face was all resentment and disgust, it seemed.

"Greta, come here. Now. We need to talk," he demanded in his low, authoritative voice.

"Look, Dad, I can explain. It's all just a misunderstanding," I managed to get out before he cut me off, slapping me hard across the face. I yelped, like a little puppy dog who just had his tailed stepped on.

"I don't want explanations, I want you to submit to your punishment," he bellowed and I immediately knelt down. He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me over his lap. "I hope it was worth it, because this is going to hurt."

My eyes were watery from the sting of his left hook.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—," I was cut off by him slapping my ass as hard as he could.

"Is this how you want to be treated, huh?" He screamed at me. He pulled my skirt up past my waist, likely noticing I wasn't wearing underwear, which only furthered his anger.

He beginning whipping me with his hand, my cheeks stinging more and more with each forceful strike. I whimpered and wept and it didn't slow him down.

"Daddy, I'm sorry!" He stopped. I felt his hand, rather than slapping, touching my cheeks with care. "This is what the boys like, huh? You just give them what they want?"

I didn't respond, just let him massage my ass as he talked. He grabbed my hair, pulling my face toward him, and then forced me up, sitting on his lap, cowgirl style. His hand wander from my head, down to my chest, where he lingered, laying his hand between my breasts. Then he engulfed one of my tits in his hand, squeezing.

"I'm sorry, Greta. Daddy... daddy has been lonely," he said, almost defeated.

"It's okay, daddy," I told him.

His hand left my tit and found its way to his crotch, which he massaged as he watched me, straddling him. I stood up, lifting my shirt over my head.

"I'm so sorry, daddy. I wanna make you feel better," I said, pushing my tits together as I stood before him.

He unzipped himself, pulling himself free from his pants. His cock was... fat. Not terribly long, slightly above average length. But it was so... thick. Thicker than a soda can it seemed like. He held it up, jerking it up and down.

"Come here, baby girl," he motioned me to come towards him. I pulled down my skirt and straddled him. He gripped my throat gently with one hand, angling me over his cock.

"I think it's too big," I whispered as he strengthened his grip. He moved my legs so that I was squatting above him, still keeping a grip around my throat. "Daddy, I think it's gonna hurt."

"Then scream," he said, a trace of menace in his voice. He could feel that I was wet when he pressed his tip against my cunt. I plunged my hips down, trying to squeeze him inside. He groaned deeply when I was able to fit his head inside. "Yeah, you want that, don't you?" I nodded, sure of the pained expression across my face.

"It hurts, daddy," I whined. "Please come for me, daddy. Please," I begged him. I tried thrusting harder and harder, trying to force his cock deeper with little success. It hurt terribly.

"You can do better than that, baby," he urged.

"I'm trying, daddy. You're too big."

"Don't give me that. Fuck me, whore. Be daddy's little cock whore, baby."

He began to take control, impatient with my inability to force him deeper. Pushing me harder and harder. I cried out as his cock invaded my pussy, squeezing inside.

"Fuck me, Greta," he said impatiently.

"I'm trying, it's too big," I cried.

"I thought you liked this?"

"Yes, daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck your baby girl."

He pushed me off of him onto the floor. Then he grabbed me by the hair, flinging me face first in his recliner. He then pushed himself inside me with reckless abandon.

"Daddy, be careful, you're hurting me!" I screamed out.

"Shut the fuck up," he ordered, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. He took long, slow thrusts, and I could feel his entire length pushed into me. He pushed my face into the seat of the couch, squatting behind me and fucked my pussy like it owed him money. I wept and screamed but he only thrusted deeper and harder.

"Daddy's gonna come, baby," he warned me. He pulled out and forced me onto my knees by pulling my hair. My body was trembling and I felt cold, shivering. He jerked himself off above my face, intending to spray his seed all over me.

He came in thick, heavy ropes up and down my face. The cum mixed with my tears and runny mascara. He plopped his monster onto my face with a loud THUD, spreading the cum on my face like he was painting. He pushed my onto the floor, a whimpering mess. I reached down to rub my clit and immediately started squirting onto the floor like I just opened a shaken bottle of soda.

"That's my girl," he said lightly. "Next time you get caught, and embarrass me, I'm gonna ruin your asshole. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, dad."

"Take a shower, you're disgusting."

I obeyed.

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kerrvinkerrvinover 6 years ago

you should write more parts to gushing greta its so good!!!!!!

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please update soon i love these stories!!

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