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In the turmoil of the schoolyard, an argument breaks out between two of the girls involved in compromising acts with the principal. The virulent exchanges and scathing revelations made in public shake the foundations of the school. The secrets exposed highlight the manipulations and moral compromises that have taken place, putting the principal and the school in an awkward position. This public confrontation leaves deep scars and unexpected consequences for all the protagonists.
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Pierre SOKENOU
HIGH SCHOOL PROSTITUTES
(Volume 2)
Roman
CHAPTER 1 : MY FUCKS IN POSITION
At school, the routine between Lydia and the principal hadn’t changed. From time to time, she would leave the classroom, only to return an hour and a half later. No one suspected a thing except Cintia and me. I thought she was going to be upset that I wasn’t going to see the school’s Don Juan anymore. But as far as I could tell, the vicious old man had already told her about my crisis in bed and beggedher not to tell me. Since I’d left the gang, Lydia had made new friends with Idelphonsia and Gloria. During recess, the two girls would drop in on her in class and together they would make their way to the canteen. I didn’t mind, because only animals of the same species make their way to each other. You’ll never see dogs going with pigs; never! Maybe it’ll happen one day, but not right now. That’s why it means nothing to me, and practically nothing. Besides, we come from different backgrounds. And also, our identities weren’t the same.
Since I’d started to distrust the principal, I’d put a lot of effort into my work. Yes, since I shouldn’t expect anything from anyone, I had to take myself seriously. Yes, I had to work. It was work that would save me from his wrath. To this end, I worked rigorously. Yes, I practiced a lot. With my three tutors, there was no joy. In their absence, I was learning a lot. I was so regular with my notebooks that I never failed to do my exercises. Because of the lessons, I would sometimes go back to bed at 11pm. But still, there were times when the urge to get my pussy wet absorbed me. Yes, I often wanted to get fucked; to get fucked with a penis as long and as big as the principal’s. The headmaster had a big penis, and it didn’t take long to get it wet. This gentleman had a big penis that managed to send me into my wildest emotions. Sometimes I thought about his penis
and often wanted to take it in my hand and suck it like a toddler sucking candy. But the problem was, no matter how much I made him believe it, he was never going to agree to plunge his hammer into my pussy. I knew that. You’d have to be a big fool to ignore what had happened.
Indeed, I was back to my old self. Yes, I no longer had any friends. I came alone and went home alone. Almost the whole class would have sensed by now that the current was no longer flowing between Lydia and Cintia and myself. Better alone than badly accompanied. I used to be afraid to make up my mind in certain situations. And for that, people thought I was stupid. And that’s the way life is. When being quiet becomes your habit, people take you for a fool, and that’s quite normal. According to men, to be silent is to be stupid.
*** I’ve already been fucked several times by Justin. It’s true that after fucking him, I gain nothing, nor do I expect anything from him. But the only thing that gives me joy is pride. Yes, I’m often proud with the person I’m giving myself to. It’s from my own experience that I’ve come to understand that a woman is only happywith the man of her heart’s choice. In the past, when I got fucked by the principal, I didn’t get any pleasure out of it. It was as if I were making my soul suffer. The only thing I could think of was that he’d finish quickly and bend over me. But unfortunately, I don’t know what he was drinking that kept him going for fifteen minutes or so. With Justin, I was always proud. Justin’s only flaw is that he ejaculates quickly. When he starts fucking, in less than three minutes, he starts shivering like a goatwith the flu. When he starts shivering, you’ve got to know it’s over. He’s an imbecile who never delays, and what’s more, he’s not used to two or three rounds. When he finishes the first round in less than three minutes, he leaves me in bed and
crawls out of my room. And when he leaves, you have to go to the living room to catch him. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But since it was becoming a habit, it made me want to continue my relationship with him. Yes, I couldn’t stand it. I’ve come to love the penis, and now the man I’ve chosen to give it to me is incapable of doing so. After forty strokes, he freed himself. And strangely enough! Instead of fingering me or cunniling me, Justin doesn’t care. While the demons are still in my body, he allows himself to abandon me in bed. How could anyone do such a thing? I’ve got to change pages. His brother will be a thousand times better. That’s when I started making eyes at Damien, Justin’s older brother. From then on, I avoided Justin at all costs, because I couldn’t be dating him and be dating his brother too. To avoid being the object of their spat in the house, I confessed to Justin one day that our relationship couldn’t go on and would have to end. I expected him to beg, but the poor boy surprised me. As if he’d already expected this decision, he said nothing except "okay". I didn’t look for an explanation, either, and moved out of his way.
*** Today is Wednesday. When I got home from school at noon, I went to see my aunt in her room. - Auntie, Uncle Damien wants to help me understand a course in physics; a course I didn’t quite understand in class.
And since my aunt hadn’t hired me a teacher, it wasn’t long before she agreed.
-But please don’t be long in coming back," she advised.
-No, I won’t last long.
- Okay, you can go. When I got back to my room, I grabbed my phone and made a call.
- Hello Damien, are you home right now?
- Yes, is something wrong?
-I told you we’d see each other, didn’t I?
- Yes, we are!
-Well, I’ll be home in a few minutes.
- Just come; after all, it’s your house.
- Thank you, dear. See you then.
And I hung up the call.
*** A few minutes later and I was already in the Justin house. Their mother was out. Ida, the Justin’s one and only sister, was in the living room as it was Wednesday.
- Hi, girlfriend, how are you?
-Oh, Cathy, welcome home. I didn’t hear you honk!
-It’s the first time I’ve found the gate open myself.
- Mom had just gone out and Justin had opened the big gates for her. I’m sure he went out too after Mom left. How are things otherwise?
-Yes, I’m very well!- I can see it on your face. Are you going to study?
- No, I came to see your brother.
- Justin? - No, not him; Damien.
- Ah! He just came up the stairs a few minutes ago.
- Let me go and see him quickly or time will run out.
- Ok! And I hurried up the stairs. I climbed them like a Frenchman late for service.
- Damien, bonsoir!
- Happy arrival, Cathy! It didn’t take me a second to start unbuttoning my shirt.
- Please close the door for me," I whispered.
Who was he to refuse?
You know the joy that obsesses us when we want to make love! This question can only be answered by those who are used to sex.
I hadn’t undressed completely. He had to make an effort too.
I plunged into Damien’s bed and waited a while forhim to come back to me. When he came back, we started the foreplay. Yes, one caress followed another. With the experience I’d gained in the past, you had to come and see me caressing my companion. Yes, Lydia had spoiled me. My eyes were closed like those of Adam and Eve. But she had disguised herself as the devil to come and open them for me to the point where I now knew what to do during a fuck. And that’s how man changes man. All you have to do is start dating the wrong person and bim, you get weird. When you also hang out with the right people, that’s often good too. The problem is that it’s rare to run into the right people, otherwise the ninety percent of people we meet in society are just the wrong kind.
Lying in bed, Damien was on top of me, sucking on my breasts, lips and sometimes neck. He dragged both his hands along my body. He made me shudder and I trembled like a wet chicken. His lukewarm
tongue kept running over both my nipples. He would also sometimes run his tongue down to my navel, something no one had ever done to me before. With his right hand, he stroked the hairs of my vagina, and sometimes I could feel his index, no, middle finger deep inside me. He fingered me with a rhythm I don’t know how to explain.
I loved the way he got me wet. Yes, I was a serious wetter. I could feel the wet sheet under my buttocks. Yes, it was as if it were raining into my vagina and that rainwater was pouring out of my vagina. It was pouring out in abundance. I wondered where it was coming from. I wondered if there was a well deep inside me.
Damien, even though his hand was all wet, kept fingering me with his middle finger. Sometimes it was the middle finger, sometimes it was the index finger. All the while, the briefs were still wrapped around my hip. Damien gently removed them. Then he got off the bed and pulled me slightly to the edge. I could already feel how good things were about to begin.
Damien knelt at the edge of the bed and inserted his head on my hair. With his index finger, he located my clitoris and began to palpate it. Within seconds, he started licking. Oh my God, how sweet it was!
Damien had started licking me and you can’t imagine where I was. I was in heaven; licking with Damien was heaven on earth. Yes, I was ecstatic.
The more he licked, the wetter I got. I don’t know what he did with the liquid I was dripping. Was he swallowing it or spitting it out? I couldn’t tell. But I knew I was wetting badly.
Damien had given me plenty of pleasure with his tongue and his whole mouth before he lifted me off the bed.
- Get on your knees on the bed," he said. I adopted the position without hesitation.
- Get down on all fours and look ahead.
I soon did.
- Bend over a little and let your bottom go a little higher than the rest of your body.
Ah yes! This guy wasmaking me do doggy style. I’d just taken the position when I felt Damien’s big cock pierce my vagina from behind.
"Ah! Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh! Or! Oh! Ah! Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!" That’s when I realized that a woman screams when she’s been fucked magnificently. The screams were falling out of my mouth without my realizing it. Yes, I was screaming involuntarily. That’s when I realized that the other time, when Lydia was talking shit, she was talking it involuntarily.
From behind, Damien had fucked me hard. - Get up and come on," he said, this time lying on his back with his penis still fully erect.
It was then that I realized that we could be two boys with the same mother and father and not both be impotent.
Women love sex and are ready to leave the rich man for a poor man who’s good in bed.
I don’t care about hypocrites.
CHAPTER 2: THE HOTTEST FUCK OF MY LIFE
Riding Damien’s big penis, I could feel his bangala touching something deep inside me. Yes, I had to admit it; Damien’s penis was big and long. I liked the length and the size. I don’t know if Damien’s type of penis was the kind that women rave about, but I personally liked it.
Damien had both his hands hooked on both my buttocks. With his strength, he helped me get up and sit on his penis. I sighed and screamed. Yes, the orgasm was too much. I was ecstatic. My whole body breathed pleasure. I could see myself far from the planet. From my back and forth on Damien’s penis, I wondered if this was how married women are happy when their husbands fuck them. In the face of this intense pleasure, getting married haunted my mind for the first time in my life. Yes, I liked getting married. I liked it because if I wasmarried, I’d be free to fuck as many times a day as I wanted. Yes, I can stay up all night and fuck until dawn. After all, it’s my vagina and I’m free to fuck until I tear it. The doctors are, after all, available to take care of it.
Instead of Damien fucking me, it was me fucking him. Yes, it’s the one on top who fucks the one on the bottom. If Damien’s on the bottom and I’m on the top, then I’m the one fucking him. I fucked him so hard that I asked him to fuck me back. He took over from me. I lay down in his place and he climbed on top of me and started to fuck me. My breasts gesticulated so much that I could feel the desire penetrating my whole body. Damien, eating my womb, didn’t have time to touch my nipples, even though I wanted him to. Yes, during a fuck, nothing is to be neglected. You have to caress the
breasts from time to time; grab the nipples and palpate them; it increases the desire even more.
- Please grab my breasts and squeeze them," I whispered. My man didn’t wait a second before stretchingout his hands on my chest. Gathering both breasts in his hands, he pumped me with all his might. Yes, it seemed that when he grabbed my breasts, he was even more excited than before. No, it was the first time I’d ever enjoyed fucking. God is too strong. He’s so strong that he knows what pleases his children. It’s not for nothing that he created woman alongside man. Those who believe that it was the devil who opened the eyes of the first two human beings that God created, I think are lying. The proof: it’s God himself who planned these things, otherwise why create the plant for the man and the earth for the woman? It’s because God knows that man will need the earth to put the plant he’s given him into the ground. Take a good look at the man: he has a penis; the woman has a vagina; you have to put the penis in the vagina to be happy. That’s why I think God is too good. He didn’t create anything at random. He created all his creatures after long years of reflection. He didn’t just get up one day and start creating all these virtues; it took him a long time. Damien was fucking me so hard that a great vibration had begun to move me in all directions. "Oh, ah, ah, oh, ah, go ahead; yes go ahead; don’t stop baby; go ahead; oh, oh, oh, ah; go ahead".
And now I had come. Damien, having not yet released himself, wouldn’t stop pumping me. He pumped and pumped with my breasts suspended in his hands. He’d finally squeezed my tits hard and trembling like a dying sheep, he released himself into my pussy. Yes, he’d poured allhis cum into my pussy. I could feel the liquid rolling deep inside me; yes, it was following the route it usually
