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Revenge of a Goddess, Part III
By Limbo's Mistress
Chapter Five
It was a full ten minutes before Principal Lewis showed up. During that
time, I tried to understand what had come over me in Mr. Tillis' class. I
mean, people don't suddenly become super crazy horny, do they? I wasn't
too sure. Before the past summer, I didn't really think about sex all
that much, besides a little self-exploration on a couple of curious
evenings.
But recently, it seemed as if everything had changed.
There was the nagging voice, way off in the back of my mind, that said
that all these changes were wrong. Unnatural. I figured it was just some
type of self-doubt or something. I mean, how could turning from an ugly
duckling nobody into a beautiful popular swan be wrong?
I had pretty much convinced myself that what had happened in History,
especially given the object of my overwhelming lust, was nothing more
than some type of hormonal hot-flash. Too many pubescent chemicals making
my brain and body react strangely.
Then the door opened, and Adonis walked inside.
Principal Robert Lewis was probably in his late fifties, though the thick
mass of jet black hair on his head took almost ten off his appearance.
Unlike the overweight History teacher, the school administrator was in
better shape than most men his age; his arms, legs, and chest hinted that
he'd been one hell of an athlete before changing careers.
He closed the door behind him, pausing to look at the paper in his hand.
Then he walked over to lean against his desk, judging me with the
strongest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen.
"Well, Miss Coltrane," he said in a soft, baritone voice, "I'm rather
surprised to see you here."
I couldn't move a muscle, staring into those delicious azure pools. I
felt like he was looking right through me, to my very core. My heart
thumped in my chest as the wetness between my legs, nearly dried from
earlier, came rushing back.
Oh, the things I wanted to do to Principal Lewis. And the things I wanted
him to do to me.
"So, discovered wandering the halls during class time? Was Mr. Tillis
boring you?"
I didn't answer him. I couldn't. Anything that came out was going to
sound like one of those bimbo actresses in the throes of passion on an
HBO original series. I pressed my legs tightly together, nearly dying
when a tiny squishing sound came from beneath the skirt.
The man standing before me shook his head. "Nothing to say in your
defense? No attempt to explain why you were breaking the rules?"
I shifted in my seat, weighing the pros and cons of pulling a repeat
performance of my escape from History. When I moved, my legs drifted
apart slightly. Just enough for the musky aroma of my arousal to be
released into the air.
Principal Lewis sighed, then drew in a deep breath. "I expect better of
you, Miss Coltrane. I thought you were better ..." His words tapered off
as his nostrils flared again, inhaling a lungful sexual heat. Instantly,
the front of his pants pushed out, tenting visibly a bit to the left
side.
"Wow, this is intense," said a voice from behind me.
I turned around to see the girl from the hallway standing against the far
wall. She still wore an extremely abbreviated version of the school
uniform, though now she'd added a pair of round-framed glasses. Her green
eyes looked from me to the principal and back.
"Do I ... know you?" I asked, an itch forming in my head.
She nodded, pushing off the wall to stroll over and plop on the desk.
Principal Lewis continued to speak, but his voice was so muffled and
distant. It was as if he didn't even notice the other girl.
She crossed her legs at the ankles, swinging them back and forth. "Give
it a minute, and it'll all come back to you."
I rubbed at my temples as memory surged forward like an oncoming sneeze.
A quick shudder later, it arrived.
"What the fuck?" I yelled as I glared at Nadia and pointed at the man
standing beside her. "I nearly threw myself at him like some out of
control nymphomaniac. And that other teacher, too. What did you do to me.
To her?"
Nadia giggled. "Well, remember that blue sphere of light? That was
Katherine's ... fetish. So to speak."
"What fetish?'
"Didn't you know your girlfriend really had a thing for older men?"
I shrugged. I'd broached the subject of the difference in our ages when
Kat and I first started dating. She always said it wasn't an issue. "I
guess so," I replied.
"I know she told you she lost her virginity on her eighteenth birthday."
"To the boy who lived next door." I remembered the conversation clearly.
With her abilities, it appeared Nadia did too.
Her giggle turned into a cackle. "The boy next door? Try the man next
door. A forty-year-old divorcee who'd been leering at her for months."
I blinked, the news like a gut punch.
"After that, it was one mature man after another. All of them so much
older and experienced. She really couldn't get enough of them." Her eyes
glimmered behind the glasses. "And now, neither can you." She waved her
hand around in the air. "Sure, older boys might give your slit a tingle."
Then her finger pointed at the principal. "But older men, particularly
men old enough to be your father in positions of authority? Honey, they
will be like a bucket of kerosene on the flames of your desire."
I rolled my eyes, risking her wrath with the gesture. "So, I'm now some
slutty fifteen-year-old whore who fucks every guy over the age of
eighteen that drifts into my orbit?" The thought made me want to throw
up. "How unoriginal."
She shook her head. "Oh, Stephen, it's far more than that. I told you
this was you being punished. Not just for the shit you did to me, but
what you've done to other people all your life."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
She nodded her head at Principal Lewis, he was still taking and gesturing
with his hands. Well, one of them. The other was lightly stroking ever-
growing lump in the front of his slacks. "Take this fine specimen. Don't
you recognize him?"
I leaned forward, looking at the administrator. Maybe he looked somewhat
familiar. In an extremely remote sort of way.
"Robert Lewis," Nadia said. "Or maybe you'd prefer ... Bobby Lewis?"
Holy shit. Bobby Lewis.
Of course, the Bobby Lewis I knew wouldn't have grown up to look like
that. Bobby Lewis was thinner than a rail, near-sighted as a mole, and
always had some sort of odd smell about him. If the man fondling himself
before a pair of teenaged girls was Bobby Lewis, then Nadia had to have
done some of her mojo on him, too.
"You weren't so nice to Bobby in school. Were you, Stephen? You used to
make fun of him and tease him that he would never, ever get laid. Well,
darling, times they are a changing."
I shook my head. "Please," I said, remembering all too well Stephanie's
reaction to the man. "Don't make me do this."
She laughed. "Not to worry, Stephen. I'm not going to make you do
anything." Then she leaned forward. "Stephanie's going to be more than
eager to do things all on her own."
"Like getting reamed up the ass by her teacher while he discusses the
Russian Revolution?"
She frowned a bit. "Yeah, that was a mistake. I only wanted you to be
aroused by Porky Pig. Not consumed with lust. Took me a second to get the
levels fixed."
Okay, so that meant she wasn't all-powerful. Or all-knowing. There were
gaps in her abilities. Now I just had to find a way to exploit them.
"What about Bobby Lewis?" I asked, gesturing at the man.
"Oh," she said in a disinterested tone. "Him you're going to fuck. It's
the least I could do to make up for your transgressions."
"What?"
She sighed. "Stop whining, Stephen. Look, I'll draw you a map. Stephanie
now finds older men, men who have certain ... qualities, very attractive.
When she gets aroused, she's going to get wet. Then, if someone gets a
whiff of her Eau de Pussy, they are going to get aroused too. No matter
how taboo or socially wrong it will be, they will see you only as a
sexual plaything until they orgasm."
"What about after?" I asked, really not wanting to know the answer.
"They will rationalize it and pretty much act like it never happened."
She grinned "Until the next time."
Nadia hopped down off the desk and strolled to the door. When she reached
for the knob, she paused, looking back over her shoulder at me.
"You're wrong about one thing. You're not going to become some slutty
fifteen-year-old." She winked, and a cold tingle shot through my body.
"That's better. No need to turn off adoring fans."
"I fucking hate you," I said with a sneer at my ex. "I'm glad I had them
lock you up."
The amused expression fell off her face. "Is that so. Well, then, if
that's how you feel ..." Her green eyes flashed, and the smile returned
to her face, only it was completely devoid of warmth. "There. Now you
don't have to worry about Bobby being the one taking your virginity." She
opened the door. "See you later, babe."
As soon as the door closed behind her, Bobby Lewis' voice became louder.
"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" He asked, looking at me.
Again, his nostrils flared wide, and the bulge in his trousers responded.
Before I could say anything, the world around me seemed to lose focus for
a second. Then everything returned to normal. Except for the fact that
Principal Lewis, the man who could destroy my scholastic career with the
stroke of a pen, wasn't looking at my face.
His eyes were locked on a much lower area.
The deliciously naughty warmth from before ignited, and I subtly arched
my back to push my breasts out more. If the delicious Principal Lewis
wanted to stare at my tits, I wasn't going to let him miss a thing.
"Here at Taborville High," he said distractedly. "Students are to be on
their breast behavior."
I nearly giggled at his Freudian slip. However, I didn't want to spoil
the moment. Instead, I kept my forward pose as I moved my legs apart. I
wasn't sure how, but I knew the heady scent of my soaked panties was
having a wonderful effect on him.
His eyes, previously locked onto the large mounds beneath my blouse,
drifted down to my legs. He inhaled deeply again, this time adding a
little lick of his lips. I wondered if he knew how to use that tongue in
better, hotter ways.
"Our students learn that the proper behavior ... uh, behavior ... will
take them." He inhaled deeply again. "Far in life."
I planted the sweetest, most innocent smile on my face as I rose to my
feet. Principal Lewis stopped talking and merely stared at me. The wanton
need in his eyes set my body on fire. One slow step after the other
carried me toward him like a leaf on the wind. When I was finally
standing in front of him, those blue eyes were drowning with carnal
hunger.
There was no need for me to say anything. I knew what he wanted. What we
both wanted.
I lowered myself to the floor, my knees on the thick carpet. My fingers
deftly worked the buckle of his belt with a proficiency I didn't know I
had. Like some secret superpower. The belt parted ends, and my fingers
moved on to the button keeping his pants closed.
A moment later, I pulled down the front of his boxers, and was rewarded
by the thick rod of man-meat that sprung free. It was bigger than I'd
expected, but that didn't scare me. Wrapping the slender fingers of one
hand around the base of the shaft, I tilted my head up at its owner. The
desire in his eyes continued to smolder Now it was accompanied by
something hard. Stern. Forceful. Another rush of wetness flowed into my
panties.
"Well, Miss Coltrane," he said in a gruff voice. "It's not going to suck
itself."
I nodded, turned my face back down, and opened my mouth as wide as I
could. My lips passed over the thick, purplish head, catching a drop of
precum that tasted like honeysuckle. Rising up slightly on my knees, I
took all of him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. My
nose brushed against the wiry bush of hair at the base. My own nostrils
flared as I inhaled a full blast of the older man's virility.
A mini-orgasm shuddered through me from that alone.
Without any hesitation, I began sliding my mouth up and down along the
hot cock. I would pull back until just the head was inside, swirl my
tongue around it, then dive back down again. I didn't even have to think
about what to do. It was as if I were a blow-job natural.
"Yes," Principal Lewis whispered. "That's it. Suck it, you little slut.
Take it all inside your dirty mouth."
Another flood swamped my underwear. At this rate it would take them a
month to dry. However, I did exactly as he commanded, my head bobbing up
and down, working like a machine.
Reaching up with one hand, I lightly fondled the contents of the heavy
sack dangling between his legs. They were the size of golf balls,
throbbing with a pulse of their own. The combination of fingers and
tongue had quiet an effect on the school's administrator.
"Fuck yeah. That feels good." One of his hands slipped through my hair,
entwining his fingers in the golden strands. "Keep doing that, you little
cock-sucking minx. I'm so close. So close." His grip on my hair
tightened. "Going to fill your belly with hot cum, naughty bitch, and you
better swallow it all. Every. Fucking. Drop."
His hand helped my head piston his dick in and out of the deepest
recesses of my throat. I probably should have a little worried about
suffocation, but I was so close to coming myself I decided Death by
Orgasm would be a nice epitaph.
He grunted with all the articulation of a Neandertal and slammed my head
down on his rod one last time, holding me tightly against him. Suddenly,
a gush of hot, salty joy flooded my mouth and slid down my throat. As the
first taste landed on my tongue, I came as well, moaning around the meat
in my mouth.
Spurt after spurt of his seed shot down my gullet, stuffing my belly to
the limit. I wasn't sure how much cum a man could produce at one time,
but that voice in my head screamed that it shouldn't be that much.
After a few heavy twitches later, his cock stopped moving. I slowly
pulled my lips up along the shaft, making sure to get every ounce off
him. The head came out of my mouth with a little popping sound.
The hand in my hair released its grip and moved down to pat me on the
cheek.
"Good girl," he said, red-faced and slightly out of breath. "I think
you've learned your lesson about wandering the halls, don't you?"
I nodded as I placed his licked-clean cleaned member back into his shorts
and zip up his pants. Then I got back to my feet, feeling the dripping
wetness of my own underwear. I straightened the hem of my skirt, brushed
off my knees, and looked up at him.
"I have, sir. I think I've learned a lot in here today." I batted my eyes
at him. Now that we'd done the deed, so to speak, my previously burning
attraction to the man was back to a warm spring afternoon.
"I think you have, too, Miss Coltrane." He grabbed a pad from his desk
and scribbled something on it before handing it to me. "Your pass for you
next class." When I took the note, he lowered his hand and slipped it
inside my skirt, fingers running over the front of my soaked panties. He
brought his fingers out, sniffed them once, then gestured at the door.
"Now, you should run along to class before I decide you need another
lesson or two."
I suppressed a giggle and emerged from the Administrative office into a
deserted hallway. Glancing up at a clock on the wall nearby, I realized I
would just have enough time to take care of my drenched underwear before
the class change.
Dialing through the combination as fast as I could, I popped open the
door of my locker and reached into the back for one of the spare pair of
panties I kept in a small cosmetics bag with the emergency tampons.
The nearest restroom was only a couple of feet away, so I was able to
change into a dry pair of underwear. Then I buried the saturated ones
deep into the trash can and washed my hands. The bell rang just as I
emerged from the bathroom feeling a lot more like Stephanie the Sophomore
and less like Stephanie the Sucking Slut.
I giggled softly to myself as I made my way to Biology. One of the
cheerleaders, a junior named Sarah Stroupe met me as I came in the door.
"I grabbed your bag and books from Mr. Tillis' class," she said, handing
them to me. "I think you freaked him out." She gave me a curious look.
"Are you okay? Your face is kind of flushed."
I smiled and nodded my head. "I'm okay. Just thought I was going to be
sick and had to get out of there." I winked at her. "If I hurled in front
of Corey Johnson, I think I would just die twice."
Sarah nodded and grinned. "Or three times. He is so fine. Tammy LaFleur
was an idiot to let that delicious piece of man get away."
I opened my mouth to tell her that, while Cody was certainly easy on the
eyes, if she wanted a "real man", she should think about Principal Lewis.
However, the sound of the late bell distracted me, and she wandered off
to her own seat.
After Bio, I had Geometry. Usually I found the proofs and theorems
interesting, but all I managed to think about this time was how great it
had tasted when the principal came down my throat.
When lunchtime rolled around, I dropped my books off in my locker,
replaced them with another pair, and headed to the cafeteria. Kat had
Phys Ed before lunch, so she usually came straight from the showers to
eat.
I grabbed a tray, loaded it with what the school board considered a
"nutritious" meal, then went looking for my bestie. I stopped beside a
table full of girls I didn't quite recognize, wondering what they were
doing there. The five of them stared back as if wondering what they'd
done to get my attention.
"Steph!" Kat called from a few tables away. She stood next to a pair of
empty seats, waving her arm.
I looked back at the other table and then went over toward Kat. Why had I
nearly sat at a table populated with a bunch of freshmen? I always sat
with the juniors and other sophomores.
Kat gave me a funny look as I plopped my butt in the seat. When she
followed suit, she leaned in closer, staring at me. "Fuck. She did it
again."
I opened my mouth to ask her what she was talking about when the shift in
perspective happened. "Goddammit," I whispered, glancing around. The rest
of the girls at the table were engaged in their own conversations,
ignoring the two of us for the moment.
"She aged you," Kat murmured. "You're sixteen now. Not fifteen."
I nodded, sparing a quick look over to the table where I'd almost sat.
This morning, those girls would have been my friends. Well, Stephanie's
friends. But now, they were beneath her notice.
"Why?"
I bit down on my lip, face burning and stomach churning as every sordid
detail of what had transpired in the Principal's office traipsed through
my memory.
"That bitch," I said. "She must have thought it would be better if I was
a sixteen-year-old nympho instead of a fifteen-year-old one."
Kat blinked, opening her mouth to demand more information when we were
interrupted.
"Hey, Coltrane," Toni Johnson said, sliding into the seat on the other
side of me. "Don't eat too much of that slop." She pointed at my tray.
"Don't want you to puke during tryouts."
I smiled, shaking my head. "I won't," I said. "I'm not really all that
hungry."
"Big breakfast?" The cheer co-captain asked.
Barely able to suppress a naughty giggle, I nodded. "Big snack."
The conversation around the table picked up, ranging from who was
currently dating who to what the odds were the football team would make
the state championship this year. It felt good to be surrounded by such
comradery. The only person who seemed put out was Kat. She didn't
attempt to even act like she wanted to be there.
As soon as lunch was over, she hopped up and grabbed her things. "I'll
see you after school," she said.
Her attitude was getting on my nerves. "I have cheer tryouts," I reminded
her in a little huffy voice. "You can wait, if you want."
"Whatever," she said angrily. Then she stalked off like a woman on a
mission.
"What do you see in her?" Alycia Michaels asked. "She's such a bitch."
I shrugged. "She's been my best friend for years. We've ... been through
a lot together recently." Though I really couldn't seem to put my finger
on just what horrible thing Kat and I had suffered.
"Come on," Toni said, pulling on my arm. "We'll be late for class."
Chapter Six
I hated gym. Well, no, not really. I just really hated it this year.
Before my summer growth spurt, I could throw on a pair of shorts and a t-
shirt, leaving the bra hanging in my locker. It had been one of the few
perks of being the head of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.
However, since the Boob Fairy had come, apparently with some friends, I
needed to double up on the industrial strength sports bras to keep from
jiggling all over the place. And even the extra support didn't help a
whole lot when The Bull had us playing volleyball.
By the time we were ordered to hit the showers, I was sore on the outside
and still annoyed on the inside.
I knew Kat was jealous of all the attention I was getting lately. But she
needed to realize that I was trying to help her be popular as well. We
were a team. Her recent attitude, however, made me think that perhaps she
was never going to get over my surpassing her. Developmentally.
After gym was English. Miss Jacobs was still new enough to the world of
teaching high school she often erred on the side of simply reading from
the text for the whole hour without asking her students any questions.
While she droned on about the symbolism in The Great Gatsby, I touched up
the paint on my nails.
Kat was waiting for me at the rear entrance of the school when the last
bell rang. When I stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, she grabbed
my arm and practically yanked me toward the parking lot.
"Stop," I said, pulling against her grip. "Kat, the fields are the other
way." A couple of other students, on their way to their cars, gave us an
amused look. "Kat, I have to go to tryouts."
She didn't stop until we were at the edge of the parking lot. I looked
from her to the far side of the expanse of cars. Somewhere on the other
side of that space, a bunch of girls were waiting to see if I had what it
took to be a Taborville Raiderette.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked, glaring at me.
"Me? What the hell is wrong with you?" I shook my head. "You flung around
the Bitch Card at lunch, stomping off like you're better than everyone
else. Now you're practically kidnapping me to keep me from going to the
tryout." I planted my hands on my hips. "Is this because you're jealous?"
She jerked her head back, as if I'd slapped her. Then she started
laughing. However, it wasn't an amused or joyous sound. It was the sort
of noise a crazy person would make.
"Jealous? Of you?" She reached out and tapped me on the forehead. "Come
out, come out, wherever you are."
I took a step backward, wondering if I should try to run away. Kat had a
longer stride, but I was in better shape. Then I nearly fell over,
staggering to the side as I grabbed onto the side of a decades-old Buick
and dry heaved loudly.
"Stephen?" she asked in a low, cautious voice.
I nodded as another bout of bile surged up my throat. Wiping my mouth
with the back of the hand not holding me upright, I spit a few times and
stood up.
"I'm back," I said, feeling far more tired than I should. "It wasn't
easy, though."
"I was afraid of that," she said. "I think the longer you're ... her ...
the harder it's going to be to, you know, change back. One day, you might
be gone forever."
I shook my head. "No. Nadia won't let that happen." Before she could
protest that I might not know my crazy ex as well as I believed, I held
up my hand. "What would be the fun in that for her? If I get lost inside
this bimbo, then I'm no longer playing her game. I'm just another puppet
like the rest of them." I gestured at the school behind me.
"She might get bored," Kat said. "Or make things worse." Something in her
voice nagged at me.
"What happened?" I asked, looking her over.
"At lunch, you said she'd aged you into a sixteen-year-old nymphomaniac.
Right?"
I nodded, the up-close memory of the principal's dick in my mouth caused
another round of puke to churn threateningly.
"So, I decided to track her down and give her a piece of my mind."
The urge to vomit vanished as a non-existent cold breeze blew up my
skirt. "You didn't."
She nodded, frowning. "I was mad. Mad that she changed us. Madder still
that she changed you even more. So I left the cafeteria, strolled outside
onto the football field, and began calling her name."
"Did she show?"
Kat nodded again. "It was as if she already knew what I was going to say
but let me say it anyways. I told her that I understood she was angry at
you. At what had happened. I also told her that since she claimed to have
the powers of a goddess, then she should act like one. That petty revenge
was stupid."
I placed my hand over my mouth. What had Kat been thinking? Did she want
to end up a mindless slut like Stephanie? Or worse something completely
inhuman?
"She listened to my tirade with a wry grin on her face. She didn't even
try to shut me up as I unloaded onto her. I told her that I knew she'd
turned me into a lesbian this morning, since I could remember everything,
and I definitely remembered being hetero."
"What happened then?"
She simply said that I wasn't really the subject of her ire and I could
go home if I wanted. She waved her hand and a goddamn door appeared
beside us. She said I could walk through it and be my twenty-nine-year-
old self again. Only I wouldn't be dating Stephen Lee Coltrane since he
didn't exist anymore."
I slumped against the Buick. "You should have done it, Kat. That was your
chance to escape."
"And leave you to get lost in that slutted up little whore? Only getting
to remember who you really are when she decided it?" She shook her head.
"So I told her to take the door, and her offer, and cram them up her
fucking ass."
I winced, dreading to hear the rest. I knew Nadia wouldn't have taken
that response well at all.
"She laughed," Kat said, frowning again. "Laughed and said that I must
have some huge fucking balls to throw such a generous offer back in her
face like that." She looked around the lot before her worried gaze fell
on me, and her hands gripped the hem of her skirt. "She said if I was
going to 'show them', I might as well 'grow them'."
She slowly lifted the front of her skirt, turning her head to not look at
me.
I tried to look away myself. Tried to not see, or accept, what I saw
beneath Kat's skirt.
There, visibly outlined by the thin material of her white cotton panties,
was the unmistakable form of a slightly-engorged cock.
Kat sobbed. "She turned me into a she-male.
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