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This story originally appeared on my own web site. Having enjoyed Anne-Mal's,
Caleb's and Heather's contributions in this vein, I thought I'd contribute it out of a
love of mayhem as much as anything. Copyrights, parodies, etc, etc--all the usual
disclaimer nonsense....
Riverdale Mix-Up
By Jacquie Windsor
Archie Andrews was 100% sure that Betty and Veronica were happily splashing
around in the new pool that Mr. Lodge had just installed last week. The red-haired
teen was upstairs in one of the five bathrooms contained in the enormous Lodge
mansion.
"Geez, I've got to get rid of this boner of mine or Veronica will never forgive me,"
he sighed. A visible bulge in the crotch of his swimsuit betrayed his normal clean-
cut image, as he stood motionless in the locked bathroom.
"If only Veronica and Betty hadn't tried on those hot new bikinis," he groaned,
thinking about small, tight pieces of fabric that clung to his girlfriends' bodies. "I
mean, they were practically drawn on!"
Archie's stiffy wasn't about to subside, especially as he simply kept on thinking
about the girls.
"Maybe reading something will make it go away."
The healthful young man scooped up a magazine from a stand near the toilet.
"Power Mowers, America," read the title page.
"This should do it," grinned the teenager to himself. He began to skim the
magazine, trying anything to get his mind off the two girls who constantly flirted
for his attention. Page after page of the magazine displayed various selections of
lawn-cutting equipment. But, modelling with each mower, was a fetching young
lady, each scantily clad in nothing more than a small bikini. By the time he
reached the middle of the publication, Archie's penis felt like it was a mile long.
"Darn it," he sighed, "this isn't helping at all."
Then he spied a hamper in one corner of the room. Curious, he wandered (in a bit
of discomfort) over to the bin. Swiftly opening it, he discovered it nearly packed
full of what must have been Veronica's laundry.
"Sheesh, look at all this stuff," he gaped. He rooted through the clothing,
discovering alluring dresses, skimpy panties, evanescent lingerie and even her
brassieres.
"34-D," he read from one of the bra labels. "Wow! Veronica's got some set on her.
I'll bet Betty's just as big!"
The redheaded boy piled several articles of clothing onto the thickly carpeted
bathroom floor. His male libido was getting the better of him-that much was
certain.
"She'll never suspect anything," he convinced himself, pulling out his cock and
rubbing a lavender teddy over it. He stuffed one of her pairs of panties into his
mouth, tasting faintly of her juices. Another quick minute and Archie unloaded a
stream of semen onto her favourite crushed velvet evening gown. It was the same
one she'd worn while out at "Paglia's" with Reggie Mantle, his loathsome rival for
her attention.
A wave of shame shook Archie to his senses.
"Oh gosh, what have I done?"
The teenager spat the drool-soaked panties out of his mouth and onto the floor
next to the beautiful gown. It was streaked and ruined with long lines of his gism.
He picked it up and furiously tried to rub the goo out of the velvet. This caused a
thick foam to spread all over the gown, ruining its fibres in the process.
Helpless with panic, Archie realised he had to do something with the garment
before Veronica caught him. He was sure she would never date him again if she
knew he was jacking off on her clothes. He made a fateful decision to sneak out
one of the back doors of the house and hurry to the garbage bins with the soiled
gown tucked under his arm.
Nervous and embarrassed, he pretended to be cheerful upon returning to the
heated pool where Jughead splashed about with his two pretty girlfriends.
"D-uh-wha'd he do back dere?" asked Moose, from the spot in the hedge where he
and Dilton Doiley hid near one edge of the vast Lodge estate.
"Sure looked suspicious to me," shrugged the brainy young inventor. "Let's go
find out, shall we?"
Moose trudged behind Dilton as they made a beeline for the garbage bin.
Meanwhile, Archie's happy mood began to dim as he wondered to himself:
"Sheesh, did I remember to clean up her panties upstairs in the bathroom?" No
matter what excuses he tried to make, Veronica wouldn't allow him to leave her
sight the rest of the afternoon.
Both she and her friendly rival Betty had made an obligatory trip to the
bathrooms, Archie could only hope that he had properly hidden the panties. Or
that they decided to use one of the other toilets in the big house.
Once Archie and Jughead said "Good-bye" and left for their homes for supper,
Veronica summoned Betty aside.
"You know what I found upstairs in the bathroom?" asked the raven-haired
teenaged beauty.
"What?" asked Betty, drying her blonde hair and fixing her ponytail.
"One or both of those jerks must have been sucking on my dirty panties,"
Veronica scowled. "I found them damp on the floor."
"Ew, that's gross!"
"It sure is, Betty. What a couple of perverts! I wish I could fix them good!"
"Ew, yeah me too," agreed Betty.
Dilton Doiley returned to his garage laboratory with a plastic bag in which he had
placed Veronica's cum-stained gown. He suspected that the thick white lines on
the fabric was Archie's gism, and didn't want to touch it.
"I think our friends Archie and Jughead need a lesson," he nodded to Moose. The
lumbering football player nodded along with him.
"D-uh-whatcha gonna do?"
"I'm going to give them a taste of their own medicine-so to speak," grinned
Dilton. "I've been working on a Genetic Mutatifier for Professor Flutesnoot's
physics class."
Proudly, he threw a large sheet off a chrome-plastic-wood device that looked like
a pile of lawn mower parts, planks and melted bottles.
"Gorsh, Dilton, lookit that thing, it's gotta be the best genefic mugafighter I've
never seen before," blundered the big fullback.
"Genetic, oh what's the use," began Dilton, realising that not the slightest glimmer
of intellect was showing in Moose's eyes. "It's going to be the best experiment
ever!"
At that, Dilton gingerly unwrapped the sperm-streaked dress and laid it over a
part of the machine. He crossed the floor towards a long, flat panel and began to
work the knobs. A growing hum pulsated through the garage and quickly drowned
out any further conversation. Considering the level of Moose's communication
skills, Dilton felt this was probably just as well.
The din engulfed the garage, shaking the foundations and causing the inventor's
mind to begin to cloud. Eventually, as Moose blinked in sheer stupidity at the
bespectacled youth, Dilton sank to his knees and passed out.
"D-uh-you faintin' or whatnot?"
Moose was quite immune to the searing effects of Dilton's contraption. He kept
grinning stupidly as the little genius fell into a deep unconsciousness.
"Gorsh, you ain't doin' so hot," Moose thought aloud, as his young friend slipped
further into a coma. "Gotta figger to do sumpthin'-and fast."
The slenderest of instincts compelled the burly athlete to reach around and fiddle
with the panels' controls. He thought he felt a wicked rush through his bones, but
kept on spinning dials and desperately trying to remember how to spell "Off".
Finally, in desperation, Moose followed a long cord to an outlet near the garage
door and pulled the plug on the clanking prototype. It hissed to a slow stop.
"Damn, I feel good," he said at last, noticing a pinching sensation all through his
powerful muscles. "Very good. Yes, brilliantly good."
His little inventor friend, at last, began to stir on the concrete garage floor. Dilton
lifted his head, and then waved his hand slowly in front of his eyes. A curl of
smoke rose from the silent machine and Veronica's dress had vanished.
Raising himself to his feet, he stared glumly at his failure.
"M-m-moose," he said. "Thanks for unplugging the prototype. You might have
saved my life. Er, you did just unplug it, didn't you? You didn't spin any of the
dials or anything like that, did you?"
"Uh, nope, I don't think so," Moose lied, not very convincingly.
Dilton stumbled behind the controls, and then glowered towards his mighty pal.
"You're lying to me, Moose? All the dials are spun almost totally around! How
could you be so stupid?"
"You are very cute when you're mad," smiled the oddly affable weightlifter. "I've
never noticed before what a nice ass you have."
"No! Moose! Think of Midge! HALP!!" cried Dilton in rapid succession as his
muscular companion advanced and hugged him tightly around the waist.
All through the normally quiet town, Riverdalians experienced various effects of
the supersonic mind waves that Dilton's prototype emitted. The random quantifier
he'd built into the machine created sheer havoc with the minds, souls and bodies
of the town's citizens.
Mrs. Grundy stared at the seating map in her homeroom. As the students filed in
after the morning bell, her confusion rose. There, in Archie's seat, was a balloon-
breasted red-haired girl. In Jughead's seat was, well, Jughead, in make-up and a
dress. Veronica appeared much the same as she always did-stylish, gorgeous, and
tardy.
"Betty?" mumbled the English instructor, peering at a fluffy-haired blonde girl
snapping her gum and wearing a tube top and tight vinyl skirt.
"Yup," replied Betty, wriggling in her seat while Reggie leaned over from his seat
to ogle her ample cleavage.
"Er, no chewing gum in class, Betty."
"Screw you, Mrs Grundy, you suck!" cried the blonde delinquent.
The red-haired babe in Archie's seat giggled out loud in a deep baritone that was
unmistakably his natural voice.
Mrs. Grundy gasped. Shaken, she fell back onto the one sure-fire threat she held
in her arsenal.
"Betty! Arch-er-whoever you are in Archie's desk, come with me to see Principal
Weatherbee! If you two get out of detention this decade, I'll be very surprised."
The two girls stood and followed their teacher out of the classroom. In the hall,
on the way to the office, Mrs. Grundy gasped as she found Big Moose straddling
the helpless Dilton Doiley and fucking him hard in the ass.
"Owwwwww!" howled the teenaged scientist as he struggled on all fours,
skewered from behind by Moose's energetic pounding. "H-h-h-h-ELPPPP!"
"No time," waved the teacher, and the girls giggled together at Dilton's sorry fate.
Arriving at the Bee's office, she shoved past the secretary with the girls in tow.
The principal stared glumly through his old-fashioned pince-nez, as Mrs. Grundy
began to explain the girls' misbehaviour in class.
"Mr. Weatherbee, I can hardly believe this either, as I'm sure you can't. On top of
this, I should run along and stop any more sodomy in the hallowed halls of
Riverdale High."
Mr. Weatherbee hadn't spoken a word since his best instructor had begun her
tirade. Once she left, though, he raised his portly frame from his seat and glared
menacingly at the two girls
.
"Heh-heh," he chuckled, rumbling past the two to lock the office door. "Are you
really both Archie and Betty?"
"I was Archie yesterday," explained the busty redhead, tugging the strap of her
tank top. "Something seemed to have happened to me."
"Oh you're probably quite correct," replied the principal. He looked at the pair of
buxom teens. "From what I heard, though, you are not doing well in English. And
you, Miss Cooper, have been insolent to your superiors. Time you each learned a
lesson."
Mr. Weatherbee loosened his belt.
"Both of you. Take off your tops."
Betty and Archie looked at one another. Then, in tandem, they both did as their
principal demanded, somehow certain that he would punish them if they
disobeyed. The Bee grinned broadly as the large and perfectly sculpted boobs
wobbled naked on the girls' chests.
"Both of you, now, on your knees! Archie, you in front, Betty, behind me."
They did as he asked, blindly following his commands. He unzipped his pants and
dropped them to the floor, followed quickly by his boxers. His cock was quite
erect, yet difficult to see as his fat belly protruded over his crotch.
"Betty, get your face in there and tongue out my ass, keep it wet or you'll be
expelled. Then you'll never qualify for graduation and you'll be at Riverdale till
you're sixty. Archie, suck me off like a ten-dollar whore."
At the principal's orders, Betty buried her face into his ass cheeks to lick and suck
with total commitment, and Archie wrapped her lips around his cock. The fat
authority figure rocked back and forth, groaning as his belly engulfed Archie's
head.
"Goddamn! What a couple of sluts," he grunted. Within a few minutes he was
ready to cum and he grabbed Archie's hair and pulled her back off his cock. As
Betty tongued him deeply, he shot loads of goo all over Archie's face and tits.
Exhausted, he ordered Betty away so he could relax on the couch.
"Now thank me, you clueless bimbos," he jeered. The Bee was happy to see his
students perform like street hookers.
"Thank you for cumming on me," Archie began, "and for letting me suck your
cock."
"Thanks for allowing me to lick your ass," added Betty. "I think I lost my gum in
there, though!"
"You might have," smiled Mr. Weatherbee. "Oh, one more thing, cunts. No tops
allowed for either of you on school property. Your jugs should always be on
display for the faculty and students."
"Certainly, sir," Archie answered. She rubbed some of the principal's semen into
her left breast.
"You can go back to class now. But I might need you both after class to offer your
bodies to some of my friends on the school board. They like busty little bitches
like you two."
Jughead met Archie between classes at their lockers.
"Nice tits, Arch. What are they-F-cups?" Jughead asked his pal.
"Just about," beamed Archie. He told his transvestite friend about Principal
Weatherbee's rules for him and Betty.
"Fortunately, Coach Kleats likes trannies," Jughead interrupted. "He's started me
on hormones and I hope to have B-cups before the end of the semester. As a
bonus, he's got me working in the sports complex."
"Selling tickets?" offered Archie.
"No. Handjobs and blowjobs in a private booth at the stadium. He was pretty
impressed that I swallow."
They moved together down the hallway. With Archie and Big Moose out of
contention, and most of the other girls being whored by Principal Weatherbee,
Veronica and Midge had become the hottest tickets in the school. Both of the
young brunettes had been cornered in a stairwell by the front entrance. As Archie
and Jughead strolled by, they glanced at Veronica.
The Lodge heiress was chained wide open on the banister; with a group of boys
masturbating in front of her while Svenson impaled her pussy with a broom
handle. Midge was no luckier than that, stripped of her clothes and incessantly
raped in her ass and cunt at the same time. Both girls were screaming like
banshees.
"Lucky girls," muttered Jughead sheepishly.
On the way to Archie's jalopy, they passed Moose's sports car-the one he'd
received for scoring six touchdowns against hated Central High. Pressed against
the glass was Dilton's unhappy face. His glasses had been broken and, from the
rocking of the car, it appeared that Moose was screwing his ass in the back seat.
Archie stooped to grin and wave.
"Moose and Dilton are such a nice couple," said the redhead. "They're always so,
you know, together and all that."
"Yeah," agreed Jughead. "The big guy even said they might get married soon."
"Nice, well, a girl can always dream, can't she?"
Archie gunned the powerful engine of the old car and the two friends chugged out
of the parking lot.
The End
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