Frank Brown

School for discipline

CHAPTER ONE

The bouncing of the Greyhound bus made Lisa horny. The vibrations caused by the grinding bus engine sent warm sensations zinging up her teenage pussy. She could feel her cunt lips getting wet as they hugged the crotch-seam of her tight jeans, the tight scam cutting up between her pussy lips like a gag. Each time the bus hit a rut in the road her cunt almost spasmed. She took a deep breath and turned to the old witch on her right.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Turner, but I have to use the bathroom."

The square-jawed social worker gave her a quick scowl, then stared straight ahead again, her long neck stiff and straight, as was the rest of her scarecrow figure.

"The facility is known as a restroom, Miss Wills. I hope you're not intending to bathe in it."

"No, ma'am." Lisa rose to squeeze past her.

"Put on your shoes," Mrs. Turner said, grabbing Lisa's arm and forcing her back down. The wiry woman shard fingernails gouged Lisa's flesh, making her wince.

"Yes, ma'am." Lisa wanted to claw the witch's face, but she swallowed hard and bent forward to tug her blue tennis shoes over her brown feet. She hated shoes, and she went barefoot so often that she usually wasn't aware that she was shoeless unless somebody reminded her of the fact. Mrs. Turner seemed to remind her every few minutes.

"That's better," Mrs. Turner said. "Now, don't be long like last time."

"Yes, ma'am." Lisa edged past the woman's bony knees.

Lisa loved the Greyhound's stainless-steel restroom. She loved the loud click of the door lock, loved the way the entire cubicle vibrated. She felt secure as she locked herself in, and she yanked off her shoes and blue jeans in an instant. She'd have taken off her yellow T-shirt too, but in case of an emergency she wanted to be able to dress fast.

That was all right, though, because the vibrations of the bus made her braless tits jiggle against the fabric of her shirt, making her feel as if her nipples were being licked by a tongue, a boy's tongue.

Sitting on the toilet, Lisa pissed, listening to the hissing stream tinkle down into the blue solution below like a thin waterfall into a pond. She held apart her pussy lips as she pissed. The inner lips were warm and wet, slippery with her cunt juices. Lisa loved it when her cunt got wet, because then she just had to rub herself off, and rubbing off always felt super good. She squeezed out the last few drops of piss and began to masturbate.

Using the fingertips of both hands, she lightly caressed the hot inner slabs of her teenage pussy. Little shivers moved through the inflamed flesh, and Lisa sighed. Those first few pussy rubs always felt marvelous. She pinched her hard young clit and popped it back and forth between her fingers. Her juicy clit squirmed like a worm, and Lisa forced her legs apart wide, opening herself up to a phantom cock. She closed her eyes, imagining the big meaty thing.

The cock belonged to that cute boy who had been on the last bus. She hadn't seen it naked, she'd just seen it sticking down the leg of the boy's jeans, but it was so hard, and the boy's jeans were so tight, that Lisa had been able to see the mushroom-shaped head on the end of it. She'd smiled at the boy, and she'd licked her lips, and the boy's cock had jumped in his pants like a fish. Had Mrs. Turner, the old bat, not been hovering over her like a vulture, Lisa would have slipped into the seat next to the boy to feel up his cock while he felt up her pussy and tits.

Lisa rammed three fingers up her cunt. Her bunched fingers were like the boy's hot cock. Her pussy walls stretched. Hot feelings flooded her loins. She fucked her fingers in and out, wiggling her ass on the toilet seat while she humped at her working hand. It felt good, almost like the boy's cock would have felt had she been able to fuck him. They could have done it, she knew. That last bus had been almost empty, with nobody sitting toward the back. She and the boy could have easily sneaked into the restroom together and fucked, had it not been for that rat-faced Mrs. Turner.

Lisa twirled her fingers inside herself, getting them all hot and slopped up with her cunt juices. She could feel a trickle of juice ooze down over her bottom. She squirmed, finger-fucking herself faster. Cream me, she thought. Shoot that hot stuff up my cunt.

Crap, if it hadn't been for Mrs. Turner, Lisa would have felt the hot boy-cum blasting up her pussy. God, that would have felt good. As it happened, she had at least gotten a taste of the horny boy's cum. He'd gotten so hot sitting across the aisle from her while she made eyes at him that he'd run to the bathroom. A few minutes later, when he'd come back to his seat, he'd winked at her. Lisa smiled at him. She knew what he'd done.

Then Lisa had gone to the restroom hoping she'd get a whiff of his cum in the air. When she opened the door she almost fainted. White gobs of the boy's cum hung from the mirror. Pools of the sexy stuff sat on the stainless-steel washbasin. Lisa had wasted no time in licking the tasty boy-jizz off the glass and stainless-steel. As she had swallowed it, she'd gotten so excited that she's spasmed with out even touching her pussy. Her pussy went off like a pack of firecrackers – both then and now.

"Oh, man!" she muttered. "Feels good!" As her orgasm bit, she managed to get a fourth finger up her cunt, and now she worked all four fingers in and out of her sucking pussy hole with such force that she was near to shoving her entire hand inside herself. It felt good, so very good. She felt her toes curling. She felt prickles of sensation in her tight little whole. Wonderful!

Her orgasm over, she washed up. She had to wash up well. Mrs. Turner probably had the sense of smell of a coyote. She squeezed once more into her tight jeans, feeling sexy that she wasn't putting on panties first. That boy had her panties now, her smelly, cunt-soaked panties. He'd given her his sweet cum, so, as she and Mrs. Turner had left the bus to transfer onto this one, Lisa had slipped the boy her wet-crotched panties. At this very moment that boy was probably jerking off with her panties pressed to his face. The thought of it got Lisa so hot again that she wanted to rub herself off, but Mrs. Turner was undoubtedly tapping her claws with impatience at this very moment, so Lisa had to get back to her seat. She squeezed her sexy brown feet into her shoes and opened the restroom door.

An hour later, the bus began its slow, winding descent into Sutton. In places along the narrow road, Lisa looked down off sheer cliffs to the city below. She held on, tense, sure that the big Greyhound would at any second slide off the road and tumble in slow motion through space until it crashed onto a street below and exploded like a dropped whiskey bottle. She glanced at Mrs. Turner, who sat stiff, expressionless, staring straight ahead. She wanted to strangle the old turkey for being so irritably calm at a time like this.

Sutton was set in a river valley between steep limestone hills. In places, gray and white bluffs stood up out of the trees like abstract sculptures, some of the pillars of rock looking like gigantic cocks. As the bus neared the base of the hill, entering Sutton, Lisa stared up at the skyscrapers of limestone. She felt uneasy. At any moment, she thought, those ominous pillars of stone could come avalanching down and crush the city. Then the sun, which had been blazing all morning, disappeared behind a dirty rag of clouds, and Lisa shivered. Even her usually warm toes turned cold, and she slipped into her shoes, wondering whether choosing to come to Sutton had been wise. There was something about the city, something cold and dangerous. She could feel it, even though the bus hadn't yet crossed the city limits.

Tail yellow trees lined the city streets: elms, cottonwoods, aspen, birch. In the October wind, showers of yellow leaves tumbled and swirled ahead of the bus. Lisa imagined the bus passing through a rotating yellow tunnel. As the sun blazed out again, the yellow seemed to become fire. But it was a cold fire, and Lisa shivered again.

The streets of Sutton looked nearly deserted; few cars, and even fewer people on foot. Most of the pedestrians were old men and women who looked up grimly at the bus as it passed, as if the bus were an unwelcome intruder. The people looked afraid, Lisa thought, afraid or all worn out with worry.

The bus stopped at the railroad tracks. Lisa could hear the clanging ding, ding, ding of the warning signal. She watched the swinging pendulum of the signal with its glaring red eye. The train was near. She could hear the brazen blasts of its whistle. The ground beneath the bus shook, and Lisa glanced up at the gray towers of limestone, waiting for them to crack from their mile-high perches on the hills.

There was a commotion in the bus. Even Mrs. Turner had leaned over to gawk out the window. Lisa's heart slipped up into her throat. For a moment, she thought the rock cliffs had begun their plummet. Then she saw the cause of the commotion. A group of about a dozen boys was running toward the railroad tracks, leaned forward, sprinting, as if determined to collide with the oncoming train.

The boys, of high school age, resembled a pack of savages. Their long hair, shoulder length or longer, flew and flopped behind them in the wind like shocks of wheatstraw. Some of the boys' looked naturally blond. The others had darker hair, but well sun bleached. All the boys were well built, their tanned muscles gleaming with sweat. And they were naked, or nearly so – shoeless and wearing nothing but dirty gray jockstraps, jockstraps that bulged as if stuffed with fists of limestone. The appearance of the boys shocked Lisa nearly as much as their apparently suicidal mission.

"Stop!" screamed half the people in the bus.

"Run!" screamed the other, half.

And the bus driver laid on his horn.

The boys charged. The train whistle blasted. The last boy's long legs hurdled the gleaming steel tracks only seconds before the diesel monster devoured the air where his lithe figure had just crossed.

A sigh, like a cool wind passed through the bus. People fell back in their seats. Some laughed, some swore to themselves. Lisa's heart dropped back into her chest, and she was aware of it thudding her breastbone. She was also aware that she was sweating, and that her muscles had stiffened. She rubbed her hands, resting her forehead against the bus window while she recovered from the sudden shock. Though the incident bad spanned no more than seconds, it had seemed to Lisa like minutes.

Lisa watched the pack of nearly naked boys disappear up the street behind the bus. They appeared to glide effortlessly over the cushion of fallen yellow leaves, their bare feet as light as the leaves themselves. Their long backs were straight, and willowy as saplings. Their asscheeks flexed like globes of bronze. Lisa was amazed that the boys of Sutton could run the streets with their bare asses flexing in the sunshine. She'd never even imagined such a thing. But before she could take full advantage of the situation, before she had overcome her initial shock and could gaze upon the young athletes with lust, the near-naked boys were out of sight.

The train passed, the bus moved forward again, and Lisa sat back in her seat. She glanced up at Mrs. Turner, who was muttering, "Young fools! Not a brain in their heads." The entire bus was mumbling now. The boys had caused quite a stir.

Lisa smiled to herself, suddenly feeling like a sister to the daring youths. After all, those boys were undoubtedly her future classmates at Sutton High School, toughest school in the state.

Lisa began to feel warmer again, more relaxed. She'd made the right choice after all. She looked up at the monstrous pillars guarding the city. They looked less threatening now. Yes, Sutton was where she belonged. She was glad once again that she had kissed Mrs. Turner's bony ass, that she had begged for a home in Sutton. Sutton was all right. Undoubtedly, among Sutton's endless ranks of super athletes, she'd find herself a super boyfriend, a handsome youth with beautiful muscles and a big horny cock. And then she'd be satisfied. That was all she wanted; all she'd ever wanted.

The bus was passing huge white houses. Most had two stories and large, leaf-blanketed lawns. Lisa was beginning to see more people now, mostly old men raking leaves. In a heap of leaves on one of the lawns, two boys were wrestling. They were barefooted, barechested, and dressed in ragged jeans. The boys were perhaps eleven or twelve, and fighting fiercely, rolling in the leaves like young tigers. Lisa was struck by their viciousness. They crushed and clawed and beat each other mercilessly.

Then, as if responding to a referee's whistle, they both jumped up, gazing at a young woman with a shopping bag who was passing by on the sidewalk.

The boys shout and laughed the woman, then looked at each other, laughing. The woman waved a blue umbrella at the boys, as if threatening them with it. Lisa wondered what on earth the woman was doing carrying an umbrella on a partly cloudy day.

The boys lunged at the woman, circling her like two dogs. As they danced around her, keeping just out of range of her menacing umbrella, they flashed their brown middle fingers at her, laughing all the while and apparently taunting her with their words. As the bus continued on toward the depot, Lisa stared back after the boys and the woman until they were out of sight. What was that all about? she wondered.

Mrs. Turner, who sat straight-faced and still stared straight ahead, suddenly appeared to smile. Her tight lips turned up ever so slightly at the corners, as if being raised by books.

"Still glad you came here, Miss Wills?" she asked. "Just remember that it was your doing that got you here, not mine. The committee out voted me."

Lisa was stunned. "But I thought…"

"Thought nothing! You're much too young to think. You thought you had buttered me up. Nonsense! I wasn't fooled for a second. I was against Sutton from the beginning, and I'm still against it. But it's out of my hands now, young lady. Now you're your own responsibility. And if you end up in a mess, just remember who's to blame – yourself and that foolish committee." Lisa felt like strangling the old bat, but she just sat there, speechless. She was beginning to feel afraid again. As Mrs. Turner spoke, dirty clouds blocked out the sun, and the limestone bluff above Sutton once more pressed down upon Lisa, threatening to bury her.

CHAPTER TWO

Mrs. Turner was gone, headed back to Parcher, Lisa's home for as long as she could remember. The old bat had lost no time in catching the first available bus out of Sutton.

"Good luck," the old turkey-face had said before turning away to board her bus, and for a moment Lisa had felt a sobbing pressure in her chest. Take me with you, Lisa had felt like saying. I've made a mistake. But Lisa knew that that would do no good. She had determined her own fate. She'd done everything possible to get herself sent to Sutton, and now that she was here, there was no turning back, no turning back unless she were to run away. And then, where would she run to? She'd already run away from Parcher more times than she could remember. She'd make a fool of herself now, running away from Sutton and going back to Parcher. No she was stuck here in Sutton for better or for worse. She looked around the dirty bus depot. Slouched in a chair at the end of a row of seats was an old man drinking out of a bottle half concealed in a paper bag. The ticket seller, a fat, red-faced young man with slicked down black hair, sat behind his ticket cage eyeing her up and down. He looked slimy. She could almost feel his cool, moist hands pawing her. She turned away, trying to pay him no attention. The clock at the rear of the depot read 11:40. The head of her new foster home was due to meet her at the depot at noon. Lisa headed for the restroom to brush the smell of the bus out of her blond hair.

The hallway to the restrooms was almost dark, lit only by a small bare light bulb that hung from the ceiling at one end. The hallway smelled of piss and disinfectant, and for once Lisa was glad she was wearing shoes. She half-expected to slip in a pool of slime as she crept down the cold hallway. She came to a door labeled CUNTS in magic marker. The word WOMEN had been blocked out.

The door was heavy, made it drag across the floor as she forced it open as far as it would go barely a foot.

The room was as dim as the hallway, and it reeked of piss. The mirror above the dingy gray washbasin had suck cock written across it in big letters which were unmistakably lipstick. The doors of the toilet stalls were a mass of graffiti: sexual slogans, drawings of guys fucking girls, huge spurting cocks. Though the smell of the room made her almost hold her nose, Lisa pushed into the room to get a closer look at the graffiti. She loved reading graffiti, and this was the filthiest, most explicit stuff she'd ever seen. As she squeezed through the narrow door opening, she felt her cunt squeeze out a few drops of warm juice. She felt like rubbing herself off.

Once inside, she walked straight toward the written on stall doors. Wow! She'd never seen so many drawings of cocks shooting off. She swallowed. She could almost taste the flying cum. Now she knew she was going to rub herself off.

The door behind her scraped on the concrete floor banging shut. Lisa spun around.

A tall youth of about 18 pressed his back to the door. "Shh!" he said, touching his index finger to his lips. "Don't get riled, hot stuff."

"Who are you?" Lisa said, her voice like a squeak. She would have screamed but her insides had gone soft. She'd never fainted, but she could tell that she was close to it now.

"New chick, huh?" he said, ignoring her question. "Nice fresh cunt. Bet you ain't never even fucked." He stretched, flexing his biceps like a muscleman. He wore nothing but dirty blue jeans like the two boys Lisa had seen from the bus. He was longhaired, muscular, brown, and his armpits were hairy. He scratched one muscular bare foot with the grubby toes of the other, then caressed his rippling abdomen with a thick, veiny hand. "Well, how about it, you ever been fucked?"

"Yes," Lisa said, leaning back against the stall frame for support. She shook all over.

"Shit!" The boy scratched his armpit. "Never had me a cherry to pop." He snapped his fingers. "On your knees, bitch!"

An uncontrolled scream whirled up out of Lisa's lungs.

The muscular boy was on her immediately. He grabbed a handful of her hair and flung her to the concrete.

"Shut up, Goddamn it! Shut your bitch mouth! Now get up on your knees before I kick your cunt in!"

Lisa struggled to her knees. Hot tears seared her checks. Inside, she was sobbing, but the sobs wouldn't come out. Her chest was ready to explode.

The boy unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was big, one of the biggest cocks Lisa had ever seen. It stood straight out from the boy's loins, dripping precum on Lisa's face. Lisa could feel the cock's heat, and she could smell it.

She'd never smelled a cock so pungent, and she'd never seen one like this, with skin half covering the purple head.

The boy rubbed his dripping dick against Lisa's face. He pulled the thick foreskin back, uncapping the juicy head. He mashed his hairy nuts to her mouth.

"Start eating, cunt! Lick them nuts! Suck that big dick! Do it good or I'll ram my fist up your stuck-up little shit hole!"

Lisa began licking the youth's hot nuts. They were big nuts, bigger than any of the boy nuts she'd ever sucked on in Parcher. And they were sweaty and hairy, so unlike the pink, hairless nuts she was used to munching. She sucked the youth's nuts into her mouth one at time. They were so big that they filled her mouth. For a moment, she felt like biting the big, smelly nuts off, but she knew that the youth would kill her. He was dangerous. She could sense that he meant business.

"That's it, pretty face," the youth said, gyrating his hips. "You're doing real good. When you finish on them rocks, you can get going on the old log."

Lisa spit out the boy's left nut and moved up to chew on his cock. She began licking the thick shaft. Her tongue rippled over the bulging blue veins gnarled under the satiny cock skin. She gripped the base of the shaft, feeling the shaft arteries twitch against her fingers. Her tongue moved up to the slippery purple cock head. The taste was strong, almost bitter, so unlike the sweet pink dick heads she was accustomed to licking.

The youth grabbed his dick and pushed the foreskin back over the head.

"Lick under the head-skin," he said. "Clean it out. Get your tongue right inside there."

Lisa probed the tip of her tongue between the youth's foreskin and cock head. Working her tongue like a deft worm, she managed to get it into the pocket between foreskin and head. Then she twirled her tongue slowly around the head, licking out the salty pocket.

The boy wiggled his ass.

"Yeah!" he said. "Feels good!" Suddenly he yanked the foreskin back and rammed his cock into Lisa's mouth. "Suck it! Suck it till I shoot!"

Lisa gagged. The hot cock had slid halfway down her throat. She pulled away, choking.

The boy wrapped his hands in her hair. As he clung to her, head, he rammed his cock back down her throat.

"Suck it, damn it, or I'll choke you to death!"

Lisa was already choking to death. Helpless, gasping for air, she used all the muscles of her throat and mouth to manipulate the boy's cock. Hot gobs of his precum rolled down her throat.

The slippery cock began to slide in and out of her mouth and throat as the boy fucked.

"That's it, bitch. Doing real good. Yeah! Keep it up. Use that tongue, and keep sucking!"

The boy rotated his ass, screwing his hot cock in and out of Lisa's mouth. His thick fingers clawed into her scalp. He banged his hard loins against her face, burying his long cock to the hilt down her throat. As the boy flicked, his pecker throbbed. The fat dick head pulsated like a heart. His heavy balls flogged her chin.

Lisa's jaws ached. Although she'd overcome her choking, her throat hurt from the stretching it was getting. Her vision was blurred, and all she could smell and taste was cock. Her head was filled with cock, stuffed with it. Her mind whirled. She couldn't think. Her fear had passed. All she could do was suck; hold on and suck.

The youth's cock jerked suddenly, nearly lifting her off the floor. The meaty monster swelled and hardened even more. The boy grunted, crushing his loins to her face. His loins were shaking, quivering.

"Goddamn!" he groaned. "Oh, fuck!"

Hot cum shot down Lisa's throat. She swallowed fast to keep from choking. The boy's cum was hot, thick, and strong tasting. It shot from his prick in heavy streams.

"Yeah!" the boy gasped. "Oh, shit, baby, take it! Wow!"

Just when Lisa was beginning to wonder whether the boy would ever stop shooting, his cock stopped throbbing. As he pulled the softening pecker out of her mouth, he milked the last of his cum out of the piss tube. As the pearly white gob appeared from the piss slit, Lisa flicked it off with her tongue, and swallowed it.