This choice: Miftahul, the stacked Muslim valedictorian • Go Back...Chapter #5Miftahul, the stacked Muslim valedictorian by: ghastlyghoul   Miftahul Husna, as well as the rest of Easton High School's students and faculty, were still a bit shaken up from yesterday's events.
During Wednesday's pep rally, the Goldstein sisters Kelsey and Claire stormed onto the gymnasium floor, pushing others out of the way and nearly off of the bleachers as their well-endowed bodies jiggled. The teachers were too stunned to react immediately as the ripping of fabric echoed through the suddenly silent gym. Kelsey and Claire were quite literally ripping their designer clothes off their skin, leaving the two clad in their Victoria's Secret underwear. The student body's reactions were mixed between the hooting and hollering of the boys and the horrified screeches of the girls.
"I know you've all been staring at my sister's fucking udders for the past two months!" Kelsey screamed, her shrill voice growing hoarse by the second. The senior's painted nails dug into her G-cup breasts, yanking them out of their frilly lace cups. "Well get an eyeful of THESE! I've been stuffing my slutty face with so much food, I feel like a fucking cow!" Kelsey then went to slapping her bountiful bottom, her whole ass and legs jiggling with every slap. They were starting to leave harsh, red handprints. She tugged down the stressed blue panties and slid several fingers into her rosebud, moaning all the while.
Right beside her, the sophomore Claire had one dainty hand down her panties while the other one mashed one of her delectable titties against her small face. "I taste soooo good!" Her rack jiggled down as she moved to embrace her older sister, grabbing her around the waist. "MILK ME, KELS!"
Kelsey obliged, grabbing Claire's large nipples and yanking. Hard. The girl's squeals of ecstasy reverberated off of the school walls, her panties already darkening with moisture. The teachers scrambled to restrain the two sisters who seemed to hold on to each other through the sheer strength of their interlocked tongues. The Goldsteins were eventually restrained, but countless students had already caught the whole thing on video.
The pep rally was, unsurprisingly, cut short.
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Miftahul let out a heavy sigh as she recalled those events on her walk back home the next day. Kelsey and Claire were acting weird ever since they returned from winter break - 'jokingly' groping girls in the locker room, hooking up nearly every day or two (with upperclassmen, in Claire's case), and gradually ditching their club events of quiz bowl and band. Their bizarre exhibitionism at the pep rally was the boiling point, getting those two expelled and made into pariahs.
Miftahul couldn't wrap her head around how out-of-character that was for the both of them. Kelsey could be a bit airheaded for sure, but Claire was the more reserved one - and neither of them were ever *that* wild! Just the week before, Kelsey was grappling against her in the locker room, talking about "seeing whose fucking milkers were bigger". Miftahul had pushed her away before she could keep making contact, but she was still a bit shaken. Especially about how Kelsey just laughed it off and went to harass someone else.
Regardless, she had plenty to look forward to - even if their school was a bit of a mess right now. Miftahul was still top of her class, with a big Model U.N. conference the month before her triumphant graduation. She still had tons of time to hang out with her friends - even if they dressed a bit more loosely than the hijab-clad girl would have liked. And her parents were so proud - a bit to her college-aged sisters' chagrin.
She briefly considered some related incidents in the news over the past year. About two months ago, a ballet performance downtown was derailed by erupting into an orgy onstage between the few male and several female dancers. Miftahul thought it strange how that was right around the time Kelsey and Claire started acting odd. A few months before *that*, the viral news was on a group of college gymnasts pleasuring themselves on the poles and beams at their national meet. Strange, depraved outbursts never sooner than two months apart.
...Not like there was any pattern to that. Miftahul approached her home, walking through the beautiful and well-maintained front lawn. No cars in the driveway or garage. Her parents were likely still working and her sisters still in class at the community college. She approached the front door, picking up the spare key and twisting it into the lock -
- before her body spasmed uncontrollably, somehow staying on her feet. Her rack flailed like mad as her torso shook, making a near-mockery of her conservative dress.
Then she steadied. Miftahul was gone, dead behind her eyes, sunk into the dark recesses of her mind for the forseeable future.
The stranger in Miftahul's body looked down at her well-filled out sweater and baggy jeans. They seemed quite pleased with themselves.
'Miftahul' let herself into the Husna household. Locking the door behind her.
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