Teen Queen

by MasterStroke

(masterstroke0@yahoo.com)

Thursday

Kimberly woke in her bed, feeling exhausted for the first time since . . . she couldn’t exactly remember a time feeling quite so tired. Mark had said she would, said that until her body got fully accustomed to her new role as his top girl that she would get tired after they fucked. Before long, though, she would be a tireless fuck machine, the first of her kind. She was so excited.

Mark spent the entire night with her in his mansion, and only her. Later Glory would tell her that not even she had been honored like that. He fucked her on his throne for hours at a time, his massive cock filling her up like nothing ever had or would. If it hadn’t been for the blinding, mind-melting bliss, she might have felt her body reshaping itself to fit his thick pole, giving her greater control to squeeze and please just like Mark wanted.

He left early in the morning to take care of some business, but not before he allowed her to give him a good-bye blowjob as he ate his breakfast in bed. He told her that he was so glad with the way she turned out that he had decided to make his permanent home there with her. Of course he would have to be traveling quite a bit for a while, but Kimberly felt it a privilege to be the property of such an important, busy man. And strong. He had held her upside down by her ankles, drilling her against the wall for a few fuck sessions. She drifted back to sleep after he left and slept till ten in the morning, deciding that she would go to school, if at all, when it suited her.

Natalya woke her, dressed in towering stiletto heels and a skimpy mini-dress the same bright red shade as her hair, alternating between slipping her tongue into her pink and worshipping her tits with her mouth. For being such a good girl Kimberly rewarded her by allowing her to kiss her as much as she wanted while she dressed her. She knew the redhead wanted to finger herself as well, but then she’d never get dressed.

Mark had told her to wear pink that day, and so, hypnotized by her beauty, the red-headed beauty slipped her into a hot pink pleated ruffle micro-skirt outfit that Kimberly never wanted to take off. Her heavenly upper body was covered only by a pink corset that exposed her taut, perfect midriff and pressed her enormous man-magnet tits together. Little red hearts acted as buttons up the front.. Her bustline must have been approaching fifty inches, and yet her girls stayed perky, firm, and bouncy. Fun little ties ran down her back as well, tied in big happy bows with cute white polka dots that also showed up on her skirt.

Her outstanding body looked all the better with a pair of skintight, thigh-high, pink boots with seven-inch heels, bright pink bows running down the fronts. They matched the one she had tied around her neck. Underwear was only hinted at, a tight, skinny white g-string that might as well of been an optical illusion. Of course, pink mesh gloves sat on her pretty hands, the nails there pink already. She didn’t remember painting them, but she must have. Nails didn’t paint themselves, after all. They matched her toesies.

The outfit gave any onlooker a great view of her abs. They glistened like the rest of her skin, her teensy eighteen-inch waist leading into nearly double that on her hips. Measuring her tits would have been an exercise in seeing how many orgasms someone could bring Kimberly to. Her nipples nearly made her cum just from sliding them into clothes. She stepped closer to the mirror for a moment, examining her eyes. They seemed a bit greener than usual. How wonderful. A bimbo babe was supposed to be hot and colorful all over, now her eyes cooperated fully.

By the time she had dressed her energy had returned completely. Kimberly sort of felt like going to school, but as Mark’s newest and bestest girlfriend she felt she had to arrive in style. Natalya was nice enough to drop her off at the car dealership at the end of town.

Soon enough, Kimberly found herself in the lap of a salesman. His name was Dave. She sat there because it made him stutter, and she thought it was cute when he stuttered. A little pathetic, perhaps, but then, every man in comparison to her Mark was pathetic in some manner or another. That didn’t mean they didn’t have yummy cocks for her to enjoy.

“I-I-I’d l-love to s-sell, Jesus. Sell you this Ferrari, Kimberly, I-I just. Christ. You don’t have any references, a-and God. You smell like Heaven.”

She smiled at him. “I know I do, baby,” she said, stroking his face, and smiled when she felt his bulge dance underneath her ass. “But you’ve got me all wrong. I don’t want you to sell me a car at all, silly.”

“Y-you don’t?”

“Of course not. I want you to just give it to me. Isn’t that much easier?” Before he answered she took his head and drew it into her cavernous cleavage, pressing her twin mounds of lust into his face. “Don’t these references speak well for me, handsome?”

She gently pushed him out when he began to lick.

“Guh-god yes,” he breathed. “Bu-but, I just, I-I can’t just give you a Ferrari . . .”

She pressed her gloved hand to his mouth, shushing him. “I understand, hunky. You think that if you’re bad for me, you can’t make sure I’ll be bad for you.”

She slid out of his lap, ignoring his moans of protest, and then got on to her knees between his legs. His pants quickly became a non-issue, and Kimberly stroked his meaty rod with her sinfully soft and skillful hand.

“How’s this, baby? Is this bad enough? Can you be bad for me now?”

His head lolled and he began to drool, ogling her tits, entranced by her tongue as she licked his rod every so often, like it was an errant lolly-pop.

“Oh. O-oh fuck. Oh J-Jesus. Yes. Yes! A-any car you want. F-fucking yours.”

She smiled at him, and instead of thanking him sped up her hand, quickening his orgasm. When he came she slurped it up, every last drop, the taste delicious as always. He remained stiff in her hands after he came, and he looked at that fact with wonder.

“Oh m-my God. My cock i-is hard. H-how the f-fuck am I still hard? N-never c-cum like th-that and th-then and n-now I-I’m hard. Holy fuck.” His voice remained even and amazed. “Oh my guh-god you’re going to make me cum again.”

Kimberly continued to stroke him happily. “Now, I don’t have any insurance, is that a problem?”

“You w-want to drive a Fer-ferrari without insurance? J-Jesus, Kimberly-”

“You could help me with that, couldn’t you? You make lots of money, I bet. Couldn’t you pay my insurance for me?”

“I, no, I have a wife, and a kid, and y-you. You are s-so so fucking good at that. An-and oohhhhhh.”

This last moan started when Kimberly slipped her mouth down onto his cock completely, sucking with earnest.

“Oh fucking shit. Yes. Anything you want.” He panted in silence for several seconds, as if thinking about something. “I love you.”

Music to her ears, adding to the symphony of slurping and sucking she had already composed. When he came in her mouth just a few minutes later he still remained hard. Kimberly decided to see how much she could make him give him until he got soft. Five orgasms later and she rode out of the dealership in the newest top of the line model with all features installed. She gave him another hand job while she watched him sign all the insurance forms giving her the highest premiums available. With as fast as she was going to drive it she was bound to wreck it at least once.

In the backseat laid Dave’s wallet with all of his bank passwords, as well as all the thousands in cash from the dealership’s safe. Mark said that his business needed all the money she could provide for it, and she was overjoyed to help him in any way possible.

She also received assurances from Dave that he would divorce his wife that day, if possible, and disown his child, and kick them both out of the house and on to the street. He’d probably need to sell the house soon anyway. He also promised to be ready to move to Tijuana with her at a moment’s notice, which Kimberly thought was just such a laugh. She wondered if she could have pressed him to do something violent to his family. Probably. Men were such softies when it came to their hardies.

The new car drove like a dream, the scenery flying by as she whizzed down the road at over a hundred miles an hour. It had no top, so her opulent chestnut chevelure flew behind her as she went. She didn’t see a single cop, and wondered only momentarily where their authority had been needed. She had been rather eager to use her tits to get out of a ticket, as they had been criminally underused with Dave.

She parked in the handicapped space at school, the closest one to the entrance. As if she could even begin to care about the handicapped when not even the best looking of them could come anywhere in the same galaxy as Kimberly on a bad day. As if Kimberly had bad days.

Inside the school, Kimberly couldn’t tell if it was a class period or a break between, so many students littered the halls. All of them in some form of embrace or another, Glory’s heady scent lingering over all of them, combined with the blossoming new scents of dozens of others. Mark was such a good salesman. Every gal seemed to be wearing his clothes. Most all of them had yummy big tits, thin, tanned bodies, and long, long legs and hair.

Kimberly didn’t even know a girl could have pink or purple or green or even blue hair, but then, she would be the first to happily admit that what she didn’t know could have filled a like, um, really big thing that was huge. Mark deserved girls with hairs and skins every color of the rainbow, and all of these girls, she knew, would be serving him soon enough.

She didn’t feel like going to class, so she strutted down the halls, enjoying the eye-raping her body was getting from everyone who saw her. Eventually a cute tall boy with gelled-up dark hair approached her.

“Hi Kimmie,” he said. “Look, I just want you to know, I totally regret breaking up with you. And I broke up with Candice. I want you back.”

Kimberly looked at him for a moment in puzzlement. “Um. Like, what?”

The boy looked at her, mirroring her confusion. “I . . . want to get back together with you?”

“I’m sorry, but who are you?”

“I’m Teddy?” He said, strangely unsure, as if he needed her knowledge of his name for validation of its existence. “Teddy Smith. We went out for like three months. You let me kiss you.”

Kimberly wracked the hazy area that now served as her brain, searching for a memory. All she found was that Mark was her first and only boyfriend. She had been waiting for him, after all.

“I think you have me mistaken with someone else, sweetie. Sorry. You are kind of cute, though.” She could tell she wasn’t helping, and she did hate to see that frown form on his face. “Listen, I’m sort of um, totally uninterested. But, tell Natalya I told her to give you a blowjob, okay?”

She sauntered off, but not before turned her head and winking at him, just to give him a boner and to make sure it was her he thought about next time he came. She wondered for a moment if word would spread that all someone needed to do to get head from the gorgeous Czech student was to mention that Kimberly had told her to do it. How fun.

The whole incident had given her a lovely idea. Searching through the halls, she found Ryan and Becky, the school’s foremost couple, ardently making out in a corner. Seniors, they had been dating since eighth grade. Word had it that they had never even had a real fight. Ryan played basketball and was in tremendous shape. Dark-haired Becky was a cheerleader, one of the ones, she knew, that had been on Candice’s side when they voted her off the squad.

Becky wore a pair of platform sandals and a top from Female Designs that Kimberly recognized. Becky had always had large boobs, but Kimberly noticed with satisfaction that hers were half again as big, and they bounced easily without any bra at all. Big, yummy boobs were important on a bimbo babe. They made sure a man knew that a girl could always look good, and could take care of lots and lots of children without a problem.

To their credit, Ryan didn’t look up for a full ten seconds when Kimberly arrived, posing like a model only a few feet away from them. When he did though, he gaped. Becky glared. Kimberly pushed herself between the two, pie-facing Becky to get her out of the way, pressing her body onto Ryan as if he was some long-lost lover.

“I need you, Ryan,” she moaned. “I’ve needed you forever.”

“W-what?”

His hands went into the air, so she curled her arms around his neck and kissed him until they dropped down and touched her supple skin. First, maybe to push her away, but that soon devolved into holding her tight. Only then did she stop the kiss. He looked in amazement at her enormous boobs, nearly high up enough to be against his face. She led his face downwards so that his cheek rested there as he bent over. The steamy babe ignored the angry squeals of the girl behind her, wondering why she wasn’t getting attacked. Shock, perhaps. Or maybe because they were fans of the same type of clothing.

“Please,” she breathed. “Forever. Please, say you want me too?”

“I want you,” he said agreeably, breathing hard, rubbing his face against her chest.

“Ryan!” Becky shrieked.

Kimberly pressed herself against him, looking at the pretty girl with tears welling up in her eyes with unrestrained disgust in her bright, gorgeous green eyes.

“Make her go away, Ryan. Tell her you don’t want her anymore.”

He hesitated, so her hand went to his crotch, where it found a substantial handhold.

“I don’t . . . man you’re hot,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Of course you do, Ryan. I’m the hottest babe in school, and she’s been in between you and me for all these years. Isn’t that selfish of her? I know that pisses you off, baby, knowing that you could have been fucking me for the past four years and instead you’ve had to settle for this . . .” she looked haughtily at the girl. “This cow. Next to me, she’s nothing. A hag. I’m completely yours, Ryan.” She kissed him briefly, hotly. “Totally yours. Tell this bitch to fuck off.”

His hesitation dissolved. Perhaps it went the same place her inhibitions had.

“Fuck off, Becky.” He sounded as mad as she wanted him.

“Ryan! No, please-”

“Tell her she’s worthless.”

“You’re worthless, Becky.”

Becky’s tears came easily now, staring abjectly at the two of them. “Why, why would you-”

“Becky, what the hell?” the young man said. “I don’t want you anymore. Get your worthless ass out of my sight so I can be with a real woman.”

Sobbing, Becky ran off, finding no solace with anyone, as they were either too busy ogling Kimberly or making out with some newfound love. As soon as she dropped from sight, the chestnut-haired siren withdrew from Ryan and giggled.

“Well, that was just as fun as I imagined!” She giggled again at the sudden horror on his face, and then turned and strutted off.

If a woman wasn’t good enough to hold on to her man just because some young hot thing gave him a little temptation, then she hardly deserved to hold on to him. Kimberly knew that Mark was a total and complete hunk, the studdiest stud that had ever lived, and if she wanted him to stay interested in her she’d need to always be how he wanted. Of course, as a bimbo babe, she understood that real men like Mark deserved tons of hot, yummy babes at his beck and call to begin with. Becky just needed to enhance her worldview.

It was strange. She could almost recall a time when she called Becky a friend, but that was just silly. No one at the high school besides Glory or Natalya could be her friend. Not really. Being a friend meant someone was a peer, and Kimberly was peerless in every respect that mattered with most everyone at the school. At best, Becky could only hope for the status of favorite servant.

After a few more rounds of this with other long-time couples, Kimberly found herself in a relatively empty hallway wondering why the high school looked so drab. Dull colors, lockers everywhere, tile floor. Mark was rich. If she asked him sweetly he’d probably look into livening the place up a little. Maybe put in some of that plush carpet that was so great to be fucked by him on, some mirrors (okay, a lot of mirrors), perhaps even some club music so that girls could dance and give boys yummy hard-ons.

Lost imagining the ways she could improve her community, Kimberly was taken completely by surprise when a strong hand shot out and grabbed her and took her into the boy’s bathroom.

It was some freak wearing a gasmask. Something familiar about him, though . . . hadn’t he been arguing or something with Glory the other day?

“Miss Amora, I’ve got to speak with you. I’m Edward Towers, a reporter for the local paper.”

Kimberly, a bit frightened by the man’s intensity, stayed quiet.

“There’s something crazy going on here, and I think you’ve been put in the middle of it. That man your with, Mark, he’s changed you somehow. Made you more . . . more beautiful.” He sighed. “I know it sounds crazy. But he’s doing it to all the women in the town, surely you’ve seen it! Making them sex-crazed nymphos desperate to fuck anything that walks!”

Kimberly giggled. “So like, what’s the problem?”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. Her tits jiggled pleasantly. Kimberly noticed he was wearing thick hockey gloves.

“Snap out of it! Whatever hold he’s got on you, you’ve got to fight it! He’s changing you, making you look how he wants you to, act how he wants you to!”

“That sounds like, totally wonderful.” She giggled happily. “Do you think if I asked extra-nice he’d make my tits bigger?”

“What?”

“You’re right,” she sighed. “I should let him decide. They’re just as much his as they are-”

“You don’t care about this? He’s manipulated you completely! You’re not even the same person you were a week ago! A day ago!”

“I know, silly.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “You’ve explained that. He’s made me more beautiful. He’s so nice like that. He knows that being his super hot bimbo babe girl is all I care about.”

“You don’t understand,” he shook his head. “I think he wants to take over the world.”

“Oh God, really?”

He mistook her excitement for terror. “Yes!”

Kimberly nearly came with joy at the thought. “Oh, that would be so wonderful. Then everyone could serve him.”

“This was a mistake,” Edward said, shaking his head. “You’re too far gone, too his. You’re evil.”

In the narrow confines of the closet, Kimberly realized that the two of them stood at an erotically close distance. She knew Mark could look after himself, but if this fellow thought him taking over the world was bad, then surely she could change his mind. The lusty, lithe enchantress closed the narrow few inches and reached up a hand to stroke the reporter’s hair around the straps of his mask. He tried to back up, but realized far too late that he had placed the teen beauty between himself and the door.

“Mmm,” she purred, “and Evil is just soooo gorgeous, isn’t she? That’s why you haven’t been able to stop taking those pictures of me, you naughty man.”

“No, no,” he shook his head. “Those were for desensitization. I had to get used to how gorgeous, I mean, the way you look, so that-”

“De-sens-whatty?” Kimberly giggled. “Is that what this silly mask is all about?”

“You emit some kind of pheromone,” he said, nodding. “I noticed it talking with that blond teacher, and-”

“Whatever. You’re trying to not feel how good I can make you feel?” She guided his face so that all her twin, shining emerald eyes were all he could look at. “Why deny yourself the kind of pleasure I can give you?”

One of her hands sank to his, and removed the thickly padded glove there. She placed it on a gargantuan, plump, firm breast. He moaned, and it would be impossible to say whether he noticed when she began to undo the straps of his mask.

“Isn’t that better?” She asked. “Better than some picture. A picture, at best, is only worth a thousand words, right? I’m worth way more than a thousand words. A hundred thousand, easy. Millions. A gajillion, even. An erotic epic poem of uncontrollably hot touching and unspeakably sexy lust, dedicated solely to the ways in which I am more gorgeous than any other babe alive. Doesn’t that sound about right?”

His mask slipped off and Kimberly immediately kissed him, her hands going to his crotch.

“Oh, Mr. Towers!” she exclaimed. “I think your pen is ready to squirt some ink.”

She dropped to her knees, sliding his pants down quickly. Within seconds she had covered his stiff pole with hot saliva, enough to lube it up to place between her huge knockers. He had just enough meat for her to lick the head while she massaged her beautiful boobs onto his manhood. He came quickly, like every man but Mark did their first time with Kimberly. It surprised her a bit, so she wasn’t able to suck it all down. Gobs of it got onto her shiny tanned tits and clothing, but they all simply slid off into tiny pools on the ground. It made sense. If she wasn’t going to swallow a man’s cum, then it wasn’t good enough to sit on her body. Only Mark’s could.

A half hour and four delectable titty-fucks later she left him in a heap on the floor, with her address scrawled across his hand. She had some other issues to talk with him about later. The dazzling teen started on her way to find Glory and giggle with her about the day’s events when a voice came over the intercom.

“There will be a gathering in the auditorium in five minutes. Attendance is mandatory.”

Normally, Kimberly would disregard such a message. No one ordered a babe of her stature around unless it was Mark. Yet, she felt compelled to go, like Mark would want her to be there. She took her time, knowing that it would be best if she arrived last. That way, everyone could adore her delicious frame together and all at once. It worked out for the best, as the second she came in through the auditorium’s double doors, the school band began to play fanfare. They had been waiting for her. How lovely.

She strutted down the red carpet that had been laid out for her, tits bouncing merrily in her pink accoutrement. Several boys, abandoning all pretense and decorum, began jacking themselves off as she walked by. It made her mouth water. Though she knew all boys should jerk themselves thinking only about her, she still wished some nice girls would help them out a bit and jerk them off for them. No man should have to stroke his own cock when so many women should leap at the chance to do it for him. It made it so much easier to imagine Kimberly herself performing for them that way.

When she arrived at the stage, Glory and Natalya helped her climb the stairs in her ridiculous heels before getting on their knees before her. Kimberly posed and waited. After a few moments, Candice McMichael limped out in her underwear, her legs bow-shaped, as if she had spent all of her time lately riding a jackhammer. Scratches and small bruises marked her body in places where a man’s hands would go during a fuck session. She wore no Female Designs.

“Yes?” Kimberly asked.

She sniffed. “Kim, I-”

In a flash of motion, Natalya rose up and slapped her across the face. “First, you vill be on your knees vhen you speak in front of her. Second, you vill address her as ‘Mistress.’”

The blazing hot redhead started to get back down on her own knees, but Kimberly stopped her and awarded her with a sweet kiss on her forehead.

“Good girl,” she said.

Natalya shuddered briefly and continued her trip to the ground, where she convulsed a while longer before remaining still. Candice, meanwhile, had fallen to the ground.

“Mistress,” she began shakily. “I . . . I don’t really understand everything that’s gone on, but um, I’ve decided to give up the class presidency. And the captainship of the cheerleading squad. And my last acts in both of those positions was to name you my successor. I didn’t know it worked like that, but um, apparently it does.”

Kimberly clapped her pink-clad hands in delight. What fun.

“And I um, thought you might like to know, that I’ve expelled myself . I didn’t know I could do that either, but there you go.”

Then she turned and crawled off. Her ass cheeks, Kimberly noted, were bright red.

“A noble sentiment, I suppose,” came a voice. The voice. Mark’s voice. “But I rather think you deserve more.”

He showed himself as Candice left, dressed as sharp as always in a navy blue suit. Kimberly rushed towards him, leaping onto his muscular frame and wrapping her long, booted legs around his waist. When their lips met a shockwave of lust bristled across the room. Moans cascaded backwards in the crowd in even time. Mark’s hand slipped into the back of her skirt and into the straight line between her dual shelves there, picking her up a little higher. He brought his lips against her ear.

“I simply couldn’t abide anyone trying to hurt my special girl. Glory told me all about it. She’ll be paying for a long time.”

Glory and Natalya by that time had finally crawled underneath the two, where they kissed whatever they could find. Two long, narrow puddles trailed behind them.

Mark put Kimberly down for a moment, and stepped away from her to address the crowd. He wore no microphone, but everyone could hear him.

“Captain of the cheerleading squad is all well and good, but I think all of us know Kimberly deserves her own personal squad simply for being, well, her, and therefore better than any of you.”

His eyes turned to leer at the cheerleaders sitting together in the front row. It was not a game day, and yet they all wore their uniforms. Kimberly did not remember them being quite so statuesque, or their uniforms being so skimpy. A growth spurt, then. Good for them. Cheerleaders were natural leaders in the school, since the only reason they became as such was because they were attractive and men wanted to see them in tiny outfits. They looked up at Mark with heavy-lidded eyes, licking their lips and crossing their legs excessively. He took in the view, looking them up and down and side to side. Kimberly wasn’t jealous at all. That was the role of other women.

“What do you say, girls? You’ve already got a squad together. Think you could serve Kimberly how she merits?”

They giggled out a chorus of “Yes sir”s. He smiled, and Kimberly watched as their tits grew collectively by at least two cup sizes. They all came. The scent of fresh fruit and flowers got ever stronger. Mark made it happen, Kimberly realized, her pussy twanging. He was so powerful, and she was so his.

“And, Class President is okay, but let’s be honest, high school has never been a democracy. Presidents can be put out of office. A rather weak term for the kind of natural leader you already have in my darling here. And so, by the power vested in me by, well, me . . .”

He reached into his suit, and pulled out a sparkling diamond tiara. Kimberly gasped.

“Does this mean I’m going to be Queen of the school?”

Mark put the crown on her head with a smile. “For starters.”