Jennifer looked around, saying, "Wh-where's Mrs. Johanson?"
"She couldn't make it today. There's somebody waiting in my office who wants to meet you. Remember, baby. You're to do exactly as you're told at all times. Now, let's go in.
Jennifer went in and saw the football coach sitting in a chair in front of the vice-principal's desk. Coach Dave O'Reilly sat there grinning at her with a lustful leer. He was short, stocky and muscular. His brown hair was short. His brown eyes gleamed out at her, making her knees tremble as her heart melted.
"Hello, Jennifer," he said. "It's time we got acquainted."
Goosebumps broke out on her skin. "G-good morning, coach," She looked down at the floor.
Hawthorne went around his desk and he sat down. "Stand in front of my desk, Jennifer. There, beside the coach's chair."
Jennifer did as instructed, wondering what they had planned. She didn't have long to wait to find out. She stood next to O'Reilly's chair and slightly in front of him, with her rear toward him. Shivers rushed up and down her body as she felt the man's hand rubbing her leg. Almost immediately, started to feel herself swelling.
She tried to stand still as the coach's hand slid over and around her legs, one at a time.
When Jennifer is caught in an extremely compromising situation with her boyfriend, Vice Principal Hawthorne sends the horny young woman to Vice Principal Johanson. What Jennifer doesn't know is that these two debauched and depraved deputies have very licentious designs on the nubile and knowing student.
What follows is a particularly raunchy threesome in Mrs. Johanson's office, Jennifer willingly allowing the tutors to use every part of her body for their pleasure, and in so doing loses herself in the wildest of unabashed sexual abandons. It is not long before she is introduced to more of the faculty, and in particular the Coach who has a lascivious obsession with Jennifer's pert posterior.
Featuring a licentiously graphic prose that leaves little to the imagination, this tale of ultimate submission and erotic awakening, including group menages and mutual gamahuching, lesbian tribadism, and all manner of front and back rutting, this is one of Locus Elm Press' naughtiest publications.
