Time seemed frozen. The look of shock and horror on Evelyn’s face was juxtaposed with the wet remnants of my cum on her cheeks and chin. My cock fell from my hand, and my head felt like it was moving through molasses as it slowly turned towards the bathroom entrance.
“Looks like you two have been up to a lot,” Mr. Clark said nonchalantly with a slight grin, glancing around the bathroom as if searching for other members of our little party. “I was wondering where you had disappeared to for so long.”
An awkward silence ensued. Evelyn, still kneeling on the floor, gave a nervous laugh. Mr. Clark’s grin turned devilish.
“Now’s not the time for laughing, you slut,” Mr. Clark said gruffly, stepping towards us. Evelyn flinched. “The way I see it, there are two possibilities. A, I report you to the school and you have some serious consequences, or...we can figure something out. Between the three of us,” he added, with an evil glint in his eye.
I didn’t like where this was going, at all.
“Wh-what do you mean?” Evelyn’s innocent voice pierced through my jumble of thoughts.
Mr. Clark nodded, still smirking. “That’s what I thought.” His hairy hands moved to his trousers and he started unbutton his pants. With his thinning brown hair, thick spectacles, and pasty complexion, he was truly an unattractive man. But he was huge and imposing, and that is what I think made me stand my ground instead of getting the hell out of there. Evelyn seemed to be similarly affected. Her mouth was agape as she realized what was about to happen.
Mr. Clark unclipped his suspenders and let his trousers fall to his ankles, leaving him only in his tighty-whities.
“Stand up, slut,” he muttered, gesturing at Evelyn. His breathing became ragged. I started to feel sick, for Evelyn’s sake. I looked at her, trying to convey my sorrow and guilt through eye contact. She looked back at me not with anger, but with fear. Legs shaking, she slowly stood up, covering her pussy with her hands. My cum on her face was now mixed with tears.
I looked back at Mr. Clark, whose tighty-whities were bulging. His hands were slowly massaging his cock to life in his underwear. Then, he took it out.
It was giant. No joke, it had to be at least 9 inches, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. Evelyn made an audible gulp. Mr. Clark started stroking his cock, making grunting noises in the back of his throat.
“Now fuck,” he said.
Huh?
“You heard what I said, fuck him, you dirty slut!” Mr. Clark’s whisper grew louder as he focused intently on the two of us. “Fuck him or either one of you can start sucking on my cock right now.”
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Evelyn looked at me. We both knew our only option was to start having sex with each other, right now, before he made either of us have sex with him. Evelyn’s hand began to move away from her pussy and towards my crotch. That’s when the bell rang.
I nearly cried in relief. Mr. Clark hurriedly stuffed his member back inside his pants.
“Don’t think we’re done just yet,” he said evilly, staring us both in the eyes. “There’s a lot more, to come, don’t you worry.” He winked at us and strolled casually out of the bathroom as kids started to file out of their classes. Evelyn and I lept to clean up our evidence. She grabbed her panties and phone off the floor and I grabbed a wet paper towel to wipe the dried cum off her face.
“What are we going to do?” She asked tearfully.
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.
Fuck my life.
* * *
I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. We had just nearly escaped the wrath of Mr. Clark’s giant cock. Who would’ve known he had those types of desires? Tossing and turning, I tried to put all thoughts of Mr. Clark out of my head and instead, think of what happened before. Sex with Evelyn. I could still feel her pussy wrapped around my cock, fucking me straight into heaven, and her lips sliding along the shaft of my incredibly hard dick.
Something still didn’t add up, though. Why had it even happened in the first place? For me, the motivation was clear. As Sean had said, there are other fish in the sea. My trying out other fish just happened to take place in the boy’s bathroom during physics. Either way, it was a hook-up, even though Evelyn was cute and smart and maybe it could turn into something more. But it was still a hook-up, my way of moving on from heartbreak. But for her, what was it, what did it mean, and why? I hadn’t talked to her since the bathroom incident, and I wasn’t about to call her at one in the morning to discuss what happened. I would just talk to her tomorrow.
But I could talk to Sean. The brightness of my iPhone in the pitch-blackness blinded me at first, but I was able to find his contact without too much trouble.
“Hello?” he answered groggily.
“Hey man, hope I didn’t wake you,” I said, knowing full well that I woke him up. Like a true best friend, he only bitched for a few minutes about how well he had been sleeping.
I described to him what had happened that day, up until Mr. Clark walked in. As I said, I had tried to push all thoughts of that incident out of my head for the time being. Also, I wanted to deal with this on my own. There had to be a way to get out of this safely. There had to.
Sean, as I mentioned, was very tired, which explained why he didn’t act too surprised when I told him about Evelyn baring her panties to me in Physics class and about her leading me to the bathroom. Frankly, it exceeded my expectations that he didn’t start snoring halfway through the story.
He did perk up, however, when I told him that Evelyn and I had sex.
“Wait, what? You fucked her?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s what I said, dude.”
“Like, legit, fucked her, straight in the pussy, in the middle of the boy’s bathroom?”
“Trust me, I can’t really believe it either.”
Sean was silent. After a moment, he said, “I didn’t think you had the balls man!”
“Neither did I Sean, neither did I.”
“How was it? Have you talked to her since?”
“It was fuckin’ amazing, and no, I haven’t talked to her.”
“You should.”
“Trust me, I will. Tomorrow. Have a good night, man.”
“I’ll try, now that you’ve woken me up.” Again, typical Sean.
“Shut the hell up, Sean.”
“Love you too, Derek,” he wisecracked, before hanging up the phone.
Too much thinking about Evelyn was hurting my brain. I decided to attribute the whole occurrence to the one-in-a-million chance that a hot, popular girl actually liked me, and wanted my dick.
I rolled over, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.
* * *
The whole next day, I was dreading physics class. Normally, school days for me pass by incredibly slowly, but this one zoomed by, as if saying, “I can’t wait until you get to physics!” Fuck you, life.
I braced myself as I walked up the door to Mr. Clark’s room. I felt sick and tried to hold in my lunch. Fuck it, I thought, and took a deep breath, opening the door.
I let my breath out almost immediately. Standing up in the front of the room, writing her name on the chalkboard, was a substitute. Thank god.
“Mr. Clark isn’t feeling very well today, so I’ll be your sub for the period.” A tall, young, attractive, brunette, the substitute seemed to be just out of college, and her presence immediately warmed the room. “My name is Miss Garner. He left a packet for you to complete, due by the end of the period. And he said to remind you that you have a test Friday.”
And that was that. We had escaped, at least for today. I sat next to Evelyn as Miss Garner passed out the packets.
“Hi,” she said with a small smile.
“Hey,” I replied.
Evelyn took a deep breath. “You know I’m not mad at you or anything right?” She paused. “For yesterday,” she added quickly.
“Me too, Derek, me too. But what the hell are we going to do about...him? We can’t have this held over our heads.”
“Trust me, I’m working on it.” And that was the truth. I had been thinking about what to do, I just hadn’t exactly gotten any good, concrete ideas yet. But she didn’t need to know that.
“I’ll let you know when I’ve figured everything out. It’ll be okay,” I said, placing my hand over hers. She smiled at my touch. I was surprised. Her reputation for having a lot of boyfriends in a short period of time was true, but she was truly a nice girl.
“Let’s get this packet done, okay?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “But one more thing first. I’m, uh...having a party at my house this Friday night. Would you, um, want to come?”
That question really took me by surprise. But I knew the answer right away.
“Yeah, I’d definitely like to see you again.”
“Okay!” she said happily. And we worked on our packets for the rest of the period, without any issues. I wished Mr. Clark could be absent every day.
* * *
As it turned out, I got to miss his class the next day, and so did Evelyn. An experiment had gone wrong in one of the chemistry labs in the science wing, and fumes were leaking out of one of the classrooms. The entire hallway was zoned off and any classes that were supposed to take place there were relocated to the cafeteria. Thankfully, our physics class was one of the classrooms that were off-limits. We had managed to evade him again, but how long could this continue going on?
* * *
Finally, Friday came. The day of Evelyn’s party, but also the day of the physics test. There was no way Mr. Clark was going to be absent on a test day.
I was right. He smiled innocently at me as I walked in class, but I knew what dirty thoughts were hiding beneath. Thankfully, the test wasn’t that hard, but I nearly threw up multiple times during it. Mr. Clark always paced the rows like a soldier during each test, and unfortunately, my assigned seat was in the back left corner of the room. Each time he walked by me, Mr. Clark would brush my shoulder with his crotch, making me grimace each time. He did the same thing with Evelyn, and when she brought up her test, he accidentally dropped it and made her pick it up so he could look up her skirt. This had to stop. Now.
Finally, the bell rang. I quickly handed in my test and raced out of the room after Evelyn before Mr. Clark could get in a single word. We were home free! At least until Monday, but that was light-years away as far as I was concerned.
“See you tonight, Derek?” Evelyn asked me, her blues eyes showing some happiness after such a terrible week.
“Definitely,” I said confidently, with a smile.
* * *
I’m not much of a partier, but I do like a good time now and again, and from the start, Evelyn’s party was a great time. I invited Sean along as a plus one, but he said he had to look after his little sister and wasn’t able to make it. So, I pulled up to her house alone. There were a lot of cars there already, and it looked like the party was just starting to reach full swing. Perfect timing.
I entered the house and was immediately exposed to a lot of dancing, loud music, and, of course, drinking. I looked around. The house was large, but not too large, and it was nicely decorated, but not with anything too fancy, except for a big stained glass window that lined one wall of the house. All in all, it was a beautiful home.
After a few minutes, I saw Evelyn. She was wearing a white top and purple skirt, and looked perfect as ever. She also looked a little tipsy.
“Glad you could make it!” she said, grabbing my arm and leading me to the middle of the crowd of dancing teenagers. She took both my hands in hers and started dancing to the beat. I am not the best dancer, but not terrible, and thankfully I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself.
Eventually, the music started to pick up pace and at first, I thought I imagined Evelyn brushing against my crotch. Then I felt it again. Soon, she was full on grinding against me. I had a little to drink by that point, and she had had more than me, so we were both a little out there.
I looked at her, and I saw the same look in her eyes that she had had in the bathroom stall. She wanted me, and I wanted her too. She leaned forward.
“Let’s get crazy!” She yelled in my ear over the music. Yeah, she was a bit drunk. Just a bit.
She pulled me over to one of the sofas that lined the wall and threw me down on it. She leapt on top of my lap and straddled me, kissing me passionately. Her lips were a mixture of the same strawberry lip gloss and of beer. It wasn’t a half-bad mixture.
Since she was wearing a skirt, the only thing in between her wet pussy and my groin was her quickly dampening panties. I could feel her warmth even through my khakis.
“I want you,” she whispered in my ear, and got off me, pulling me through the crowd and up the stairs to her room. She closed the door and locked it. I only got a chance to look around for a few seconds and notice a theme of purple and a lot of stuffed animals before my pants were down and her hand was around my hard cock.
“Strip,” she told me breathlessly. Obviously, I complied. She began to undress as well, and I admired her body as I saw it completely nude now. She was beautiful, with all the right curves, a great ass, and firm, brilliant breasts. And, of course, the pussy hair I fell in love with the first time I saw it.
We collapsed onto the bed, her on top of me, kissing me fiercely. I moved my hand up to her right breast and softly squeezed it, then teased the nipple with my finger. She moaned softly, purring against my neck. I rolled her over so I was on top and slowly kissed down her face and neck until I reached the same breast. I took her tiny nipple into my mouth and sucked on it like candy, then bit it gently. She liked that a lot. I ran my finger up the crevice between her pussy lips and felt her begin to get even wetter. She was really liking this.
I left her breast and kissed my way down her perfect, toned belly, then down even further until I reached her pussy. I slowly extended my tongue and ran it up her slit, getting my first taste of her wondrous juices. They were delicious, just the right amount of exotic sweetness. It was exhilarating. I dove in deeper, taking her clit into my mouth and sucking on it. She bucked against my face and grabbed my head with both hands, pressing it harder into her pussy.
“Fuck yes!” she yelled. I moved away for a second, but she pressed me back down. She really wanted this. I was happy to to comply, and extended my tongue again, this time up as far as I could into her hole. With my hand, I teased her clit. That was it for her, and she exploded. I lapped up her remaining juices and moved back up to kiss her.
We both knew what was coming next. I lined my cock up and thrust it inside her. She screamed in pleasure, and I let out a grunt of my own. Fuck, it felt so good. She was so smooth and wet, just the right amount of tightness squeezing my cock. Her pussy walls milked my shaft as I slowly fucked her, slapping against her groin with every thrust.
“Fuck me hard, Derek,” she murmured, eyes tightly closed. “Fuck me so hard.”
I picked up the pace, my cock moving in and out and in and out, filling her tight hole all the way. Faster and faster I moved, until we were both close.
“Cum inside me,” she moaned. “I’m on the pill.”
I thrust harder and faster until I could take it anymore.
“I’m cumming!” I yelled, and buried myself in her pussy, shooting my sperm deep inside her.
“Oh, yes!” she cried, as she too erupted in orgasm.
I collapsed on top of her, spent. “That was amazing,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” she nodded breathlessly. I pulled out of her and just lay next to her, not saying a word, sharing the special moment.
* * *
I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I awoke sometime later. I couldn’t see a clock anywhere, but Evelyn’s iPhone was on the bedside table, so I picked that up and looked at it. Only 10:30. Phew. We had a little while.
Out of curiosity, though I probably shouldn’t have, I slid my finger to the right on her phone screen. What I saw made me nearly drop the phone.
She didn’t have a passcode, so her phone opened on her most recently used app - the gallery.
There, was a video. More specifically, it was a video of the boy’s bathroom at the high school. I hit play, and saw my face, grunting in pleasure as I pounded Evelyn from behind.
I'm not sure what you're carrying on about puppetmaster. The coercion and domination is implied at best and at some future date. It's not like your virgin eyes have been sullied.
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