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After School Adventures Ch. 01

By: Slash_Raptor



PART 1

"Detention"

It was 3:28pm, only two more minutes until the last class of the day was over. As I sat in my chair, waiting patiently, I did my routine glance around the classroom to make sure everyone was doing what I'd assigned. They had to finish the last chapters of "Catcher in the Rye". I've never liked that book, but, as a teacher, I'm prohibited from teaching something other than the predetermined curriculum that the school board assigns at the beginning of each year.

This was my first year teaching two subjects. I had History, which is my favourite subject, and English, which was rather dull to teach in comparison. In fact, I often feel guilty after making the kids read something that I know they have absolutely no genuine interest in. I don't see why I can't have them read something cool like Stephen King for English class. I'm positive I could find a book that would allow me to teach all the necessary lessons while still entertaining the students.

99% of the time, while the kids were doing their work, my mind was elsewhere. I don't know why I was having such a hard time staying in the moment. I was usually thinking about sex. Normally I think about history, or my finances but during that year, sex was on my mind constantly. One of the benefits of silent reading was that everybody leaned forward a little and had their heads down, so I got plenty of cleavage shots from the chestier girls. Because I was always thinking about sex, it felt like my eyes were made of metal and all these girls were magnets - really young, really sexy magnets. But out of all the magnets in my class, Monica Dawson, (the girl that always sat at the desk in the back left corner of the room) was easily my favourite. Not because she was a good student, but because she was absolutely gorgeous. I loved my wife very much, but Monica was in a league of her own. She had beautiful shoulder length black hair, adorable brown eyes and absolutely luscious lips.

I stood up and faced the board, trying my best to hide my erection. With only about a minute left in class, I wrote the homework for that night on the board. Just as I finished, the bell rang, prompting the students to gather up their things and leave... All except for Monica, who was sleeping with her face in the book.

Suddenly an idea came to me. I knew I needed to talk to Monica about her grades, but I might be able to kill two birds with one stone if I played my cards right. Maybe my thoughts were being polluted with sex because I hadn't had any in a while. Word in the hallways is that Monica is a bit of a slut. If that's true, then I might be able to have some fun with her and satisfy my cravings.

I waited for all the other students to leave the class before slamming the door behind them. Monica sat bolt upright, the look on her face told me she knew she was in trouble.

"Ms. Dawson? Can I see you for a minute?" I said, without taking my eyes off her.

Monica stood up and stifled a loud yawn as she made her way to the front of the room. I heard her gulp nervously as she perched herself on the edge of my desk.

"This is about my grades, isn't it?" she asked, batting her eyes innocently.

"You catch on quick." I said.

Monica didn't say anything, instead ran a finger through her hair and tried to look like she had no idea what I was talking about.

"I know you can do so much better than Ds." I said, opening up my filing cabinet and taking out her grade sheet.

"I work really hard on my homework and always show up to class ready to learn! So why am I still getting Ds!?" she asked, desperately.

"I wouldn't know how hard you work on your homework because, well, I never see it." I said, indicating all the missing assignments I had marked down.

"I have over fifty assignments missing!?" she gasped.

"I'll tell you what, Monica. If you do these assignments and hand them in before the end of this semester, I can still give you marks for them. Now, I'm sorry, but I really should get going." I said, getting up and heading to the door, even though I had no intention of leaving.

I knew the way Monica's mind worked. She was determined and stubborn, except when it came to schoolwork.

"But that'll take so long!" whined Monica.

"Well, I'm sorry, but this is what happens when you let your assignments build up." I said, pretending to turn the doorknob.

Monica grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do?" said Monica, very seductively.

She took my hand and brought it underneath her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and was very wet. 

"What are you doing!? I'm married!" I gasped, reluctantly taking my hand away from her sopping wet pussy.

"Let's face it Mr. Hartford, we both know that. But, I see the way you look at me when you think I can't see you." said Monica, still using that seductive voice.

"This is wrong. Not to mention that if anybody found out, I'd get fired." I said, despite the fact I was too horny to care about my job.

"Relax Mr. Hartford, I know how to keep a secret. Nobody will find out, I promise... Now, why don't you pull out your cock so I can suck it dry?" said Monica, getting down on her knees.

"Well, if you insist." I said, pulling out my rock hard dick.

I was about to put it in her mouth, but Monica beat me to it. She immediately set to work, spitting on cock and stroking it with her tongue. Soon she started fondling my balls with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Every now and then, she would take my dick out of her mouth and stroke it some more. She kept going for about five minutes and only stopped when I picked her up and laid her down on my desk. I parted her legs and began to eat her out. She was still soaking wet, so much so that her pussy juice kept dribbling onto my tongue. Her juice was much sweeter than my wife's. As I licked her clit, Monica squealed and moaned in ecstasy. Without stopping, I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down past her ankles. As I took off the skirt entirely, I started to finger her pussy. It was so tight that couldn't fit more than two fingers in it. As I fingered her, she automatically reached her hand down to her throbbing clit, but I stopped her.

"No, no, allow me." I said, moving her hand away.

Then I started to rub her clit, while still fingering her. After about another minute, Monica managed to moan:

"I can't take it anymore! I need your cock, Mr. Hartford!"

"I think I can help you out." I whispered, pulling my pants down.

"Stick it in me... I need it now!" moaned Monica.

I slowly slid my dick into her ridiculously tight pussy. I started off slow on purpose, to tease her a little. Monica gasped delightfully as I started to thrust harder. Once I got a good rhythm going, I yanked her shirt open, revealing a sexy lingerie bra. I unhooked it, unleashing her amazing tits. They were perfectly shaped, soft yet firm, round and perky. While still thrusting, I glanced over at her discarded bra and saw 34C written on it. I leaned forward a little, allowing me to penetrate deeper, but also so I could play with Monica's amazing tits. The ones I'd been staring at for so long. I started to massage them by squeezing and rubbing them. Next, I leaned my head in closer and licked her nipples. I thought they were already hard, but after I licked them, her nipples seemed to inflate a little, they were now even harder, which made her tits look even perkier.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, Mr. Hartford, I want to ride it!" said Monica, squirming in anticipation.

I took my throbbing dick out of her pussy and sat down on my desk. Monica hopped up on the desk too and immediately lowered herself on to my cock. It slid in so slowly. I shuddered and Monica moaned in pleasure as she kept lowering herself down. I reached up and played with amazing tits again while Monica rode my dick. She seemed to be an expert at riding cock, because she was doing this thing where she sort of rotated her hips in a circle while still keeping up the same bouncing rhythm. After a while, I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, and it seemed like Monica wouldn't be able to either, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. And soon she had started bouncing ridiculously fast. I could tell she was about to cum any minute now. So was I, but I knew I couldn't cum inside her.

"Oh, Mr. Hartford! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over you hard cock!"

She wasn't kidding. Soon, I felt a gush of warmth spread over my dick. Monica tried her best to keep riding my cock, but the orgasmic pleasure was too much for her, she lifted herself off my dick and collapsed on the desk. Her legs were trembling and all the juices in her pussy were dribbling out. I rolled her over onto her back and knelt down over her.

"Do you wanna fuck my titties, Mr. Hartford?" giggled Monica, spreading them open so there'd be enough space for my cock to fit.

"Cum for me, Mr. Hartford! I wanna feel your huge load on my face!" moaned Monica, her legs still trembling from her massive orgasm.

I shoved my dick in between her perfect tits and started thrusting as hard as I could. All the juice from her pussy that had coated my cock was now being spread all over her tits like butter on toast. Monica tilted her head forward and managed to stick the head of my dick into her mouth and gave it a couple of good licks while I kept fucking her tits. A minute later I had reached my peak. I was going to cum and there was no stopping it now.

"You want it, Monica? You want my load all over your face?" I groaned, still fucking her tits.

"Yes, Mr. Hartford..." moaned Monica.

"I don't think you really want it." I teased.

"Please cum all over my face, Mr. Hartford!" moaned Monica, stifling a giggle. 

With one final thrust, I came in a glorious burst of pleasure. It seemed to feel twice as good because of the fact that it was someone different than my wife. Thick blasts of jizz shot out of my cock and landed right on Monica's face. She had her mouth open, so a couple of drops landed on her tongue, but the rest of it landed on her chin, her cheeks and her forehead. Monica squealed delightedly and then she put the head of my dick back in her mouth and sucked the last few drops out. I groaned and sighed as my orgasm subsided and then gently collapsed, letting my head rest on Monica's magnificent tits. She ran a sticky hand through my sweaty hair.

"That should cover at least a few of my missing assignments, right Mr. Hartford?" she panted.

"Oh absolutely, Monica... I'll be giving you full marks for October's assignments. Now you'll only five more months worth of assignments to hand in." I panted, standing up.

"I'll stay after class after on Thursday and we can work on November's assignments. Does that work for you?" said Monica, grabbing a tissue and cleaning the jizz off her face.

"I'll be here." I said, as I finished pulling my clothes back on.

I picked up her bra, shirt and skirt from the ground and handed them to her.

"Well, I better get home," I said, grabbing my briefcase, "I don't want my wife to start asking questions."

"Well, I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow then." said Monica, pulling her bra back on.

As I left my classroom, I peered over my shoulder to get one last glimpse of Monica's incredible body. She was just pulling her skirt back up. I kept thinking to myself how easy it had been to manipulate her into fulfilling my dreams. Everything I had done and said leading up to this had all been done deliberately. I knew Monica was the kind of girl who would happily fuck for her grades. Knowing what I had to look forward to for the next couple of weeks, I couldn't help but smirk as I made my way down the hallway, heading for the parking lot...

TO BE CONTINUED

After School Adventures Ch. 02



PART 2

"Affairs" 

It was 5:00pm. I had stayed late today to finish grading tests. Once I finished I looked in my grade book. Under "Monica Dawson" were a whole bunch newly added red 'x' marks, representing a completed assignment; or, in her case, a session of hot sex after school. She had been coming regularly for the past two months. By the end of next month she would have caught up with all her assignments and I would be forced to give her full marks for all of them. She didn't really deserve them, but she had definitely earned them. Pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I stood up and was ready to leave. Just then, I got an unexpected visitor, Ms. Kenner, the new family studies teacher and guidance counsellor. She was one of those people who just oozed sexuality. The entire male faculty of the school would've given an arm and a leg to fuck her, well, except Mr. Christian, the gay art teacher.

Ms. Kenner was fresh out of university, 25 and mesmerizingly beautiful. She was a natural redhead with hazel eyes and a body that was out of this world. Today she had her hair tied back and her "lucky pencil" was holding it together. She straightened her glasses and closed the door behind her.

"Hello, John," she said, "Oh, uh, I mean... Mr. Hartford."

"Call me whatever you want," I said, "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I've been seeing a new client lately and she's confided something very interesting in me." said Ms. Kenner, licking her lips slowly and enticingly.

"And you thought it was necessary to come and tell me this because?" I urged, hoping she wasn't going where I thought she was.

"Ms. Dawson claims that you two have been having an affair for the better part of two months. She said, and I quote: "Mr. Hartford showed me how many incomplete assignments I had, and I knew I'd never get them all done in time. So, instead I offered to... Well, you know, "get busy" with him instead of actually doing the assignments." said Ms. Kenner.

Why would Monica tell Ms. Kenner? Had she been playing me from the start?

"Well, then that obviously makes it true." I said, sarcastically.

"Oh, please!" snorted Ms. Kenner, "I wasn't born yesterday, John! Ten years ago I was her. I can tell just by looking at you that you're the teacher that all girls dream about."

"As much as I appreciate the compliment," I said, trying to sound impassive, "You're dead wrong about me. I'm happily married."

"Well, I'm sorry John, but as the guidance counsellor, I have to believe the students. It's part of the job description," she sighed, "I have no choice. I have to tell the principal. But hey, if you're innocent then you've got nothing to worry about, right?"

"Please don't..." I said, "Just by telling her you'll tarnish my reputation."

"Since when have you cared about your--" began Ms. Kenner, "Ah! So it is true."

"If the principal finds out, then the whole school will eventually know. And it won't stop there! Before long, even my wife will know." I sobbed.

Ms. Kenner thought for a moment, glanced down and then looked right in my eyes, smirking."You must be pretty skilled to satisfy someone as promiscuous as Monica..." she muttered.

"I've never had any complaints so far." I said.

"Prove it." said Ms. Kenner.

"What?" I asked, a little shocked.

"If you're so good, then prove it," she repeated, "Fuck me good, and I'll pretend Monica never told me."

"I really can't afford to have another affair," I said, desperately, "The one with Monica was bad enough."

"John, none of your choices are good choices. One will keep you married, the other... Won't." said Ms. Kenner, pulling me closer by my tie.

"Alright, fine. But think I won't find out if you don't keep the secret." I said.

"I might be many things," said Ms. Kenner, "But a liar is not one of them."

"What about a good kisser?" I said, going in for a passionate kiss.

Ms. Kenner's tongue seemed like was trying to strangle mine, but it was still a nice kiss. Our saliva mixed together as we stood there, locked at the lips. I backed Ms. Kenner toward the door and she closed it with one of her free hands. After she closed the door, we broke apart and Ms. Kenner proceeded to unbutton her shirt, revealing a nice set of Double Ds.

"Those are amazing." I groaned, grabbing them firmly.

I shook them and played with them before kneeling down and licking her nipples. She moaned with pleasure and reached her hand down to my fly and unzipped it. She pulled my semi-hard cock out and started to work with her hand as I continued to suck her nipples. After a while, they were nice and hard, just like my dick.

"You're already so hard! Why don't you stick it inside me?" said Ms. Kenner, pulling her panties down.

"You really want it? Then bend over my desk." I said, watching in awe as she bent over. Her ass was so shapely..

I ran my hand up her thigh and then gently caressed one cheek. It was perfect. Before I started fucking her, I played with her ass a bit, rubbing each cheek before giving a quick smack to each one. Ms. Kenner moaned in anticipation and arched her back even further. Her pussy was now perfectly positioned. As I stuck my cock inside her, we shared a shudder of pleasure.

"Get it all the way in. I want to feel how deep it is." groaned Ms. Kenner.

When I had positioned myself right, I stuck my dick in as far as it go. I felt it rub against all the walls of Ms. Kenner's pussy. I stayed deep inside her, savouring it for a minute before I started thrusting. It was obvious Ms. Kenner preferred depth over speed, but all the same, it felt amazing. As I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy, I felt like I was happily drowning in a sea of wonderful sensation and Ms. Kenner seemed to be feeling the same way. She kept moaning and gasping with every thrust. And even better, her pussy was getting progressively wetter as we went. I would've to keep up the same position for a while, but since I knew that Ms. Kenner had seen more action than Monica, it would take a bit more to satisfy her. So, I flipped her onto her back and unzipped her skirt, which she hadn't even bothered to take off.

"You hungry?" giggled Ms. Kenner, spreading her legs.

"Starved." I muttered, as I went down on her.

I almost came right then when I saw that she had a decent bush. Not too thick and not too thin, just the way I liked it. I saw a small drop of pussy juice dripping down. Not wanting to waste any of it, I went down and literally sucked the juice right up. Ms. Kenner squirmed and giggled some more. It seemed like she was ticklish around her pussy. I could've spent all day tickling her, but I had a job to do, make her cum like never before. I carefully started to lick my way up onto her clit and then slowly slid two fingers as deep into her pussy as I could. Once they were in there, I curled my fingers so that I could stroke the upper walls while I nibbled at her clit. As soon as I had got a good rhythm going, Ms. Kenner's pussy suddenly started behaving like a faucet. Until I turned it off, or in this case, stopped, her pussy would likely keep dripping juices. I kept slurping it down as if it was in short supply. But soon, Ms. Kenner started squirming and I thought she was about to cum, but she didn't. Instead she moaned in anticipation before turning to me and muttering:

"You're so good at that! But, let's get back to the big leagues." she said, wiping a last drop of juice from her pussy. Without changing positions, I shoved my dick back inside her pussy. And immediately she started moaning regularly again. "Wow! Your cock is so hard!" she wailed, as I went as deep as possible.

Next I swapped techniques, I decided to try fucking her faster for a while. Depth was harder to pull off with her in that position anyway.

"It feels so fucking good!" gasped Ms. Kenner.

Just like a marathon, I had managed to save all my energy for this, the final stretch. If I could go just a little faster, she'd be cumming in no time. I leaned forward a bit, putting my weight onto the desk, which gave me the right angle I needed to fuck her with the speed of a jackhammer. Ms. Kenner loved it. Turns out she didn't care about depth or speed. She just seemed to love getting fucked in general. I could feel Ms. Kenner's pussy start getting wet again. She was definitely going to cum, and I was pretty close too. I managed to keep up the pace for about three minutes and then just when I was starting to run out of energy, Ms. Kenner started trembling and her pussy seemed to flood with all the juices.

"Oh fuck! This is it! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Seconds later, a violent blast of cum shot out of her in a glorious fountain; she was a squirter! I leapt in a rubbed her clit frantically, she screamed again as a second, smaller fountain of cum erupted from her pussy. Once that stream had ended, her limbs went limp as she tried to stop herself from hyperventilating.

"You made me squirt..." she panted.

"Why? Don't you squirt every time?" I chuckled.

"No. Only when I cum really hard," she panted, awkwardly getting to her feet, "I haven't cum that hard in a while."

I was still rock hard, and Ms. Kenner seemed to notice.

"Let me help you with that." she said, getting down on her knees.

She shoved my dick deep into her throat without another word. Her mouth was almost as wet as her pussy. I groaned with pleasure as she wrapped her tongue tightly around my cock. She gave violent blowjobs. It felt like her tongue and my dick were boxing, but strangely, it felt fantastic. After she unraveled her tongue from around my cock, I knew I was about to cum.

"I'm gonna cum..." I moaned.

"I want it all in my mouth! Every last drop!" moaned Ms. Kenner, taking my dick out of her mouth and stroking it furiously.

I let out a loud grunt as a massive load shot out of my cock and landed right in Ms. Kenner's open mouth. I kept jerking off, making sure the last couple globs ended up in her mouth too. Ms. Kenner let it all stay on her tongue for a while, obviously savouring the taste. Soon after she gulped the whole load down in one swallow. She licked her lips eagerly, making sure she didn't have any leftover jizz on her lips.

"That was fantastic." she said, hopping off my desk.

"Is that enough proof for you?" I asked, giving her one last kiss.

"You went above and beyond." she said, pulling her shirt back on.

"So what are you going to tell Monica?" I asked, pulling my pants back on..

"About what?" asked Ms. Kenner, sounding confused.

"Well, she's going be expecting you to tell the principal." I said.

"You might be a great fuck, John, but you're not too bright." said Ms. Kenner

She put her skirt back on, but didn't bother to put her panties back on too. Instead, she stuffed them in her purse and leaned in close to me.

"Monica never told me anything." she whispered.

I wanted to be mad at her. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. She might have manipulated me, but she wouldn't have been able to if I'd been smart enough to refuse sex from Monica in the first place.

"I thought you said you weren't a liar." I teased, pulling my shirt back on.

"I lied about that too," she said, feigning disgust, "What is this world coming to?"

I was so confused that words were failing me. So, I just stared at her while I decided what to say next.

"So... All you wanted was for me to confess about my affair!?" I asked.

"No, John," she sighed, "I wanted you to be innocent. But, now I know that you're guilty."

"What are you talking about?" I groaned.

"I wanted to know whether or not the rumours I've been hearing were true," said Ms. Kenner, "The teachers all think you're having an affair. Before too long, the principal will hear them and if that happens, you'll be fired. She won't care if it's true or not."

"Which, as you and I both know, it is." I moaned, finally catching on.

"Everybody makes mistakes, John," she said, "So, consider yourself warned. If you really don't want to get fired, divorced, humiliated and disgraced, then do something about. End your affair with Monica while you still can!" 

"You just admitted you're a liar and yet you still expect me to trust you?" I asked, incredulously.

"I don't expect you to trust me," said Ms. Kenner, "I expect you to do the right thing."

And with that, she left, leaving the heavenly smell of her perfume behind.

"Why are you helping me!?" I asked, raising my voice so that she could hear me in the hallway, "We don't even know each other! What's in it for you?"

"Check your shirt pocket!" she called back.

I could hear her high heels as she made her way back down the hallway as the noise grew fainter, I reached into my shirt pocket and found a folded up piece of paper. That pocket was empty until she showed up. During the sex, she'd have had plenty of time to slip that in there.

I unfolded the paper to discover that it was a photo that had been cut out of our school's yearbook for 2002. It was a picture of all the students in Grade 10, and their homeroom teacher, me, John Hartford.

"Okay, so she knows that I started teaching here in 2002," I muttered, "But, that still doesn't really--"

I stopped in mid-sentence when I saw a very shy looking redheaded girl with thick glasses, hazel eyes and freckles sitting in the middle row. According to the note scrawled on the back of the photo, her name was Miranda Kenner.

"What a woman..." I sighed.

TO BE CONTINUED



After School Adventures Ch. 03



PART 3

"Bargaining" 

As the guidance counsellor, it's my job to help the students whenever they come to see me. Oddly enough I didn't get any visitors today. I've never had an easier day before. All I had to was finish grading the family studies test and I'd be home free. I had four more left. I was about to start the first of them when my phone rang.

"Hello! Ms. Kenner's office." I said.

"Oh, good, you're still at school." said a young man.

"Not for very much longer. Who is this?" I asked, realizing that I didn't actually know.

"It's Mars. Mars McDonald." said the voice.

"Ah, the school paper editor," I said "What can I do for you?"

"It's kind of awkward to say over the phone," said Mars, sounding very embarrassed, "Why don't I tell you in person?"

"You mean tomorrow? Is that why you called? To schedule an appointment?" I asked, confused.

"No, I mean now." said Mars. Just then, the line went dead and I heard three sharp knocks on my door. Bewildered, I scrambled up to my feet and opened the door."Hello, Ms. Kenner," said Mars, he held up his cell, indicating how he had just been talking me, "I was hoping we could have our meeting now."

"Um, Mars, I'd rather not. I'm really tired and I just want to finish grading my papers and go home." I said, urging him back into the hallway.

But Mars wouldn't move. Instead, he pulled a laptop out of his bag and opened it. Then, while resting it on the crook of his arm he used to touchpad to select something I couldn't see. "I'd like you to see something." said Mars, ominously.

Even though I knew Mars was smart enough not to attack a teacher, he still looked truly psychotic at the moment. He glared at me and then handed the laptop to me. "Why don't we sit down?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Fine." said Mars, closing the door and sitting down at the table across from me.

I pressed play, and a video popped up. It looked like surveillance footage. But then I noticed that it was pornography. Or at least, I thought it was. Now, personally, I was turned on by it, but, being a teacher, I had to pretend otherwise.

"What is wrong with you!? Why would you even think of showing me this?"

"That's not porn, that's footage from the surveillance cameras I put in Mr. Hartford's office," said Mars, "Look at the faces of the two people."

I stared hard at the paused movie. The video quality might not be very good, but there was no denying that the two people were Monica Dawson and Mr. Hartford. "It looks like... Monica Dawson and Mr. Hartford," I said, trying to sound shocked, "Why are you showing me this?"

"Just wait, it gets better," said Mars, "Press the "Next" button."

I did as he said. Once the video loaded, it felt like my jaw had dropped. I was looking at another surveillance video from Mr. Hartford's class, only this one needed no explanation. It was me and Mr. Hartford having sex.

"Look familiar?" said Mars.

"All too familiar." I said.

"Now that you've seen that, I can get to my point," said Mars, "Since I'm in charge of the school's tech group, the principal asked me to test out a new set of security cameras."

"Yeah, I heard about that," I said, "She told all the teachers not to worry if we happened to see any cameras."

"So, I chose a couple of classrooms at random and set the cameras up," said Mars, almost as though he was ignoring me, "It was a simple job, and I always jump at an opportunity to use cameras."

"Okay. So?" I asked, not really sure what his point was.

"Then, a week later, I gathered up all the cameras and went to show the footage to the principal," said Mars, looking livid, "When she saw this she got furious, for the same reason you did."

"Well, why didn't you just get rid of that footage before you showed it to her?" I asked, trying to gain the higher ground.

"I couldn't have even if I wanted to," said Mars, "The SD cards in the camera are password protected. If I broke through the password, then it would leave a trail of evidence. Besides, how should I have known that there would be anything like this in the footage?"

"Okay, I see your point," I said, "So what happened?"

"She suspended me for a week for being in possession of pornography," said Mars, "Now, I'm ahead in all my classes, so I won't be missing anything. The problem I have with the suspension is that it goes on my permanent record."

"Which had until now been flawless." I said, finally catching on.

"Precisely," said Mars, still looking a little hostile, "So, what are you going to do about this?

"I'm sorry Mars, but there's nothing I can do." I said.

"Actually there is," said Mars, "You could go talk to the principal and tell her the truth about your affair with Mr. Hartford. Tell her that I had no idea there was anything pornographic on the footage when I showed it to her."

"Are you insane?" I sorted, "She would never believe me!"

"You don't know that! You haven't even tried!" barked Mars, finally breaking down and dropping his hostile attitude.

"I don't have to try, Mars... I have no way of proving that you're innocent." I said, perfectly aware that I wasn't helping at all.

"Well, fine then!" said Mars, now looking completely distraught, "If you don't tell the principal about your affair, then I'll do it for you!"

He opened up another document on his laptop that he must've prepared ahead of time. It looked the front page of a newspaper.

"Isn't that?" I began.

"The front page for the next issue of the school newspaper." said Mars, finishing my sentence.

I read the first lines of the article, and gasped. Mars had written a full page article about both of Mr Hartford's affairs!

"You can't be serious," I said, "You'll never get away with releasing that story."

"I don't care. It'll be in circulation long enough for rumours to spread. Eventually, the parents will find out and inevitably tell the principal." said Mars, smirking.

"But when the principal learns that you wrote the story, then that will go on your permanent record too." I said.

"As long as everyone knows I'm innocent, my permanent record won't seem so bad." said Mars.

"You little..." I said, so angry at Mars' blackmail that I forgot he was still a student.

"Either you confess to the principal or I'll publish this story," said Mars, "Either way, the principal will find out."

"I already told you! Even if I tell her about my affair, it won't make a difference!" I moaned, helpless.

"Then you leave me no choice," said Mars, "I'll send this to the assistant editor. He'll publish it on my behalf."

"But what about Monica!?" I asked, getting desperate, "She had an affair with Mr. Hartford too!"

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be paying her a visit as well," said Mars, "But, I came to you first, because if you were to vouch for me, then this whole thing would clear up instantly. Monica can't fix this like you can."

"I wish I could help you Mars, but I can't!" I said, "If you do this, it won't just destroy my reputation, but it'll destroy Mr. Hartford's reputation, Monica's reputation, God, even the school's reputation!"

"I'm sorry Ms. Kenner, but I have to clear my name." said Mars.

I watched as the cursor moved towards the "Send" button and panicked. In my desperation, I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed Mars' hand and shoved it down my blouse, then, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips. "You know, Mars... I hear the rumours of this school," I said, seductively, "I hear you're the only 18 year old boy at this school that's still a virgin."

"Ms. Kenner? Why are you?" mumbled Mars.

"Why don't we make a new deal?" I whispered into his ear, "I'll show you what it's like to be with a woman, if you agree to keep Mr. Hartford's affairs a secret."

"Well, I, uh, I uh..." stuttered Mars. He didn't protest, or try to say what he wanted to say again. Instead, he started to feel my breasts with the hand that was already down my shirt.

"I knew you'd come around." I said, kissing him passionately. For a virgin, Mars was an amazing kisser. He knew exactly how much tongue to use, and more importantly, what to do with it.

"I can't believe this is happening," mumbled Mars, pinching himself, "I'm not dreaming, right?"

"So what if you are?" I asked, "Either way you get to have sex."

I pulled his hand out of my blouse and set it down near the buttons in the front. Taking the hint, Mars used both his hands to yank open the shirt, revealing what he had been groping. Luckily for Mars, I didn't have time to put on a bra or underwear this morning. Mars took a firm hold of my tits and started to play with them, squeezing and massaging them. Showing a little dominance, Mars leaned in and gave one of my nipples a quick lick. When I didn't stop him, he went back in and licked them a few more times. When I still didn't stop him, he went to town and sucked on my nipples like a famished newborn. I was impressed by the fact that he didn't stop fondling my tits while he licked the nipples. After about a minute, Mars noticed how hard my nipples were and stopped. It looked like he was waiting for instruction as to what he should do next.

"You're not going to leave those on, are you?" I cooed, "This usually works better if you're naked." Mars blushed briefly before pulling his pants down. I moved in and pulled his shirt off over his head. I was expecting him to be scrawny, but he wasn't, mind you, he wasn't ripped either. Glancing down, I saw that he was wearing Justice League underwear. How cute?

"We have to get rid of these too." I said, pulling them down slowly. Again, I was surprised at what I found. Mars had the greatest cock I'd ever seen. It was at least 8" long!

"Is there something wrong, Ms. Kenner?" asked Mars. How could he not know how great his dick was? It was like a crime against humanity. No one with such an amazing gift should be oblivious about it.

"No, it's just been a long time since I've had a decent cock to play with." I said, slowly stroking it.

Mars' dick was already pretty hard, so I knew I couldn't suck it for very long. As a virgin, it wouldn't take much to make him cum, and since I promised I'd show him what it's like to be with a woman I had keep him from cumming until he got what he deserved. After all, I was responsible for his suspension.

"Can I suck on it?" I asked, teasing him.

"Yes, please!" moaned Mars. I grabbed his dick and slowly slid it into my mouth. I went as deep as I could, and then licked it all over before slipping it back out to catch my breath. Then I spat on his cock and proceeded to keep shoving it to the back of my throat, with every thrust, Mars groaned and shuddered. "Oh, Ms. Kenner... That feels so good." grunted Mars.

Soon, Mars started using his hips to shove his dick into my mouth for me, so all I had to do was make sure I didn't gag on it. It was actually pretty hard not gag, considering how big his cock was. "You're really good at that," panted Mars, "I-I think I'm about to--" He never finished what he was saying, but he didn't have to... Mars gave one more thrust and then before I knew it, my mouth was full to the brim with cum. I swallowed it without a problem, and Mars watched me, obviously impressed.

"Well, I was going to let you fuck me... But, I guess I don't have to anymore," I chuckled, "You still lasted a pretty long time for a virgin."

"No, wait! Ms. Kenner, please, let's keep going." begged Mars, wiping off his dick. I looked down and saw that it was still rock hard.

"Well, alright, we've come this far, might as well finish what we started." I said, pulling my skirt off.

"Y-You have heart shaped pubes." said Mars, almost drooling on the floor.

"Does that turn you on?" I moaned.

"This is so much better than porn..." mumbled Mars.

I went over to the couch and lay down before spread my legs wide open. Mars hurried over and put on leg on leg on the couch, leaving the other firmly planted on the ground. He leaned in and carefully slid his cock deep inside my sopping wet pussy. It went in so deep that I could literally feel it on all four sides. Mars started to slide his dick back out quickly.

"No, no, go slow," I shuddered, "Keep it deep."

Mars nodded to show he understood and then slowed the pace down to the perfect speed. It was almost as though he read my mind. He went all the way in and all the way out, and every time I moaned and shuddered with ecstasy. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.

"It's soft and warm inside you, Ms. Kenner!" groaned Mars.

"I love the way you feel inside me!" I gasped.

After a while, Mars pulled me up to my feet and pivoted around so that he could sit on the couch while I sat on him."Hop on, Ms. Kenner." said Mars, stroking his cock.

I turned to face him and then crouched over his throbbing dick. As I slid down on it, I immediately started shivering again. His cock went even deeper in this position. I slowly bounced up and down, altering the pace as often as I could so as not to cum too soon. I wanted to savour the sensation for as long as I could.

"I love having your huge dick deep inside me!" I gasped, "It feels so fucking good!"

I reached forward and put my hands on his shoulders, just as he reached up and started playing with my tits again. I didn't even notice what he was doing to them. The sensation deep down in my pussy was so much that nothing else really mattered to me. Mars' dick was so big that after a while, even altering the speed of my bounces stopped making a difference. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. Soon, Mars' eyes started following my eyes as I bounced up and down on his rock hard dick. Before long, I started trembling uncontrollably, any second now Mars would get a nice, wet, surprise.

"Oh, Mars!" I muttered, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over your huge cock!"

"Holy shit!" said Mars, "You're seriously about to--"

Before he could finish, I reached my climax and screamed with pleasure as a massive burst of orgasmic juice shot out my pussy and coated Mars' chest.

"Wow!" gasped Mars, "What was that!?"

"My... Orgasm..." I panted, slowly lifting myself up off his dick.

"Can all women do that?" said Mars, incredulously.

"No, it's pretty rare," I said, "That's one of the things that make me special. There was a long, drawn out silence, wherein we went to gather up to our clothes. And as we slipped them on, Mars broke the silence.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Kenner," he said, "I can't believe I was worried about something as stupid as my reputation."

"So, you won't tell anyone about Mr. Hartford's affairs?" I asked, "Or publish that article in the school paper?" Just as I finished speaking, Mars walked over to his laptop and deleted the document in question.

"Okay then," I said, happily, "I hope this makes us even."

"We are. Absolutely," said Mars, gathering up his other things and putting them back into his bag, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I promised Monica I'd help her with her homework." I winked at Mars as he opened the door. And as I sat down at my desk, he left, closing the door behind him.

I heard Mars' footsteps grow fainter and fainter as he walked down the hall. I listened to the sound until it faded away completely. That was a little too close for comfort. Hopefully John will have taken my advice and ended his affair with Monica. I'd hate for my once favourite teacher to be fired. Obviously I don't want to lose my job either, but if something like that happens again, there might not be anything any of us will be able to do about it. Oh well, no sense worrying about it now...

"Alright, now, where was I?" I said, to myself.

TO BE CONTINUED



After School Adventures Ch. 04



PART 4

"Blackmail"

I was sitting on the couch, actually doing my homework for a change, since I fucked my way through the only class I was having trouble with. Or so I thought... I wasn't in English last semester, so I had assumed I'd be out of the woods as I passed history class. Ultimately, I did thanks to my affair with Mr. Hartford. But now I was back in the woods again... Luckily for me, there was a resident nerd at school who I knew would happily help anyone as long they pay. I needed all the help I could get, as, so far, all I had managed to do was sign my name. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, eagerly and saw Mars McDonald waiting on the doorstep.

"Are you Monica?" he asked, nervously.

"Yep," I said, holding out my hand, "And you must be Mars."

"Yes. You said you needed some help with your English homework?" he asked.

"Yeah, I know I speak it on a regular basis, but for whatever reason, I just can't follow this crap," I sighed, "Come on in and I'll show you."

"Alright." said Mars, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the opposite side of the couch. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips and two cans of soda. When I came out, I saw Mars watching something on his laptop.

"What's that there?" I asked, sitting down.

"You tell me." said Mars, suddenly sounding a little hostile.

I looked over and gasped when I saw what looked like a porno. But then I looked closer at the screen. My eyes grew wide as I realized that I was looking at footage of me and Mr. Hartford during one of our sexual meetings. "How did you do that?" I asked, trying to sound as though I wasn't familiar with the footage.

"Don't play dumb with me, Monica," said Mars, "You and I both know that's you and Mr. Hartford."

"Okay, fine," I said, blushing profusely, "What do you want?"

"Not too much," said Mars, "Just an alternative method of payment."

"Which means, what, exactly?" I said, irritated at the fact that Mars wasn't talking plainly to me.

"Fine then," said Mars, "I'll spell it out for you. I want you to fuck me, and keep your money."

"You sick pervert!" I said, standing up and slapping him across the face.

"Fine then, I'll just upload this to the internet," said Mars, moving his finger on the touch pad of his laptop.

"Oh my God... You're serious! Why would you do this to me?" I gasped, a small tear forming in the corner of my eye.

"I got suspended for accidentally showing this footage to the principal," said Mars, "She asked me to test out the school's new security cameras, and when I brought her the footage she thought it was porn."

"So?" I asked, "You're a genius! You're in nothing but advanced classes, and you're ahead in all of them."

"True, but it still goes on my permanent record," said Mars, "Which until this, had been flawless."

"So, what, you figure I owe you or something?" I asked.

"Precisely," said Mars, "Either you fuck me, or I'm not helping you."

"And of course you'll upload the footage to the internet..." I said, despairingly.

"Right, the choice is yours." said Mars, crossing his arms to show he was willing to wait.

I thought about it. I loved sex, and I was happy to do it to get my grades up, but now that I've caught up, I didn't want to have to fuck for anything else. Unless, it was absolutely necessary, and in this case it was, kind of... All I knew was that I definitely didn't want that video to get onto the internet. Luckily, Mars was giving a choice. Not a particularly good one, but there was still a choice. Either I get naked and have sex with him, or he uploads a video of me naked having sex for all to see. Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to make up my mind... I mean, what other option did I have?

"Alright, fine," I said, using my "sexy voice", "Let's do this."

"Good girl." said Mars, closing his laptop and standing up.

"Let me see what you have to offer." I said, still using my "sexy voice".

Mars pulled his pants down, revealing a large bulge in his Marvel underwear. I was shocked. A nerd with a huge dick! How often did that happen? I had to see it, the curiosity was killing me. I pulled his underwear off next and gave an excited moan as I saw his 8" cock. Kneeling down, I grabbed it with both my hands, since I couldn't fit the whole thing in just one hand.

"This is amazing!" I gasped.

I slowly started stroking his dick, before bringing it closer to my mouth. Once it was within range, I gently started to lick it. Mars squirmed instantly and I felt a shiver go through his body. I opened my mouth and gently slipped the tip of his huge cock in. Another shiver went through his body and he moaned with pleasure. I slowly moved his dick deeper into my mouth until I couldn't fit anymore in there. I left it in my mouth and licked all over, as though it was a huge lollipop.

"You've got some, uh... Great... Skills there..." moaned Mars, he seemed to be having trouble forming a simple sentence.

He might blow his load right in my mouth if I sucked well enough. If he came in my mouth, I might be off the hook for fucking him. As I thought about it, Mars reached his hands up and pushed my head in closer to him, shoving even more of his cock toward the back of the mouth.

"Atta girl, take as much of it as you can." said Mars.

"It's a little bigger than I'm used to." I said, gagging as I took it out of my mouth.

"Hey, no complaints here." said Mars.

I grabbed hold of his huge dick. Some of my spit dripped off it as I started to stroke it from top to bottom. I started going faster with every stroke until Mars suddenly reached down and pulled my shirt off. Unfortunately, I had taken my bra off earlier to take a shower. Now the surprises were out. So much for not having to fuck him...

"Th-Those a-a-are... Amazing!" stuttered Mars, grabbing them firmly in both hands.

"You really like them?" I said.

"God, yes." muttered Mars.

"Wanna fuck them?" I asked, licking my own nipples to torment him a little.

"How would that work?" muttered Mars, proving that he's never done that before.

"Like this." I said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down to the floor.

I was now lying on my back, with him kneeling on the ground in front of me.

"So, now I just..." said Mars, adjusting himself so that his cock was right above my tits, "Slip it in between them?"He did. And I shuddered as his still wet dick rubbed against my nipples.

"It's making my nipples hard." I moaned.

Mars slowly started to thrust his cock in and out of my tits. I pushed them together to trap it there. With every thrust, my nipples got harder and harder until they were fully erect, just like Mars' dick.

"It's so soft in there." Mars shuddered.

"You know," I said, now so turned on that I didn't even care that I hadn't even wanted to fuck him at first, "I know of an even better place."

"Why don't you, uh, you know, show it to me?" asked Mars, slowly slipping his cock out of my tits. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, but before I could take them off myself, Mars reached up and yanked them down to ankles. I countered this move by pulling his shirt off over his head and pressing my bare chest up against his bare chest. "Wow, your nipples are hard. A-am I actually turning you on?" asked Mars, amazed.

"Like I never thought possible," I moaned, "Now stick your huge dick in me."

"Okay. If you say so." said Mars, sitting down on the couch and pulling me closer.

I hopped up on the couch and kneeled over Mars' dick. Then, bracing myself, I slowly started lowering myself down.

"Oh, I hope it fits. It's a really big cock." I muttered, as the tip of Mars' dick slipped into my pussy, I squealed excitedly. Inch by inch, it went deeper and deeper until I could feel his throbbing member on every wall of my pussy. "Holy fuck! It's so deep!" I gasped.

"Too deep?" asked Mars nervously.

He was about to take it out, but I stopped him hurriedly. "No, no, no, don't take it out!" I moaned, "It feels so good!"

Mars grabbed a firm hold of my waist and helped me lift myself up and down, bouncing on his huge cock. With every thrust, my whole body shuddered with pleasure and I squealed in ecstasy.

"I love your dick inside me!" I shrieked.

Mars' face was screwed up. It seemed like he was too busy trying not to blow his load right then and there to actually say anything. "Your... Pussy... It's... So... Tight!" he groaned.

I was about to cum to, Mars might not be as skilled as Mr. Hartford, but his cock was much bigger. So much bigger, that I was about to cum after only about five minutes.

"Oh, Mars!" I squealed, "Mars, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me!" grunted Mars, "Cum all over my dick, baby!"

Almost as though Mars' words had triggered it, I bounced on his cock one last time before my whole body started trembling uncontrollably as I came. "Holy shit! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I shrieked.

"I can feel it!" said Mars, who obviously hadn't experienced a female orgasm either, "I can feel your pussy juice flowing all over my dick!"

Mars helped me lift myself up and off his cock and I collapsed on the couch next to him, my legs still trembling and the last bit of my pussy juice dribbling out onto my thighs.

"I came so hard." I sighed. Mars chuckled, still stroking his rock hard dick. "Now I have to return the favour," I said, "Slip it back into my tits."

"But then when I cum it'll get all over your face." said Mars, innocently.

"I know." I moaned.

"Oh! Well, alright then." said Mars.

He adjusted himself again so that he was kneeling over top of me, and then he slid his cock back in between my tits. Since he was still really close to cumming, as soon as he had his dick in position, he started thrusting as hard as he could and within a couple of seconds, he groaned and gritted his teeth. For a second it seemed like there wouldn't be any cum, but then suddenly and enormous glob shot out the tip of his cock, followed by another four. I just lay there, letting my face bath in Mars' huge load.

"Damn... That was great." said Mars.

It seemed like he was about to collapse too, but, knowing that our sex session was over he was careful not to touch me anymore. I understood why he was doing it. Because he thought that I had only been letting him touch me for the sake of having sex. But, oddly enough, something strange was going on in my head. All of a sudden I wanted nothing more than to cuddle with him. I was seeing Mars as more than just the asshole with a huge dick who had blackmailed me into fucking me. It was almost as though Mars' cock had magical powers and that they had changed my way of thinking.

"So, uh, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, lapping up some cum from around my lips.

"I'm captain of the AV club and editor of the school paper," said Mars, "My girlfriend might as well be my hand."

"Well, then, would you like a girlfriend?" I asked.

"What? You're going to set me up on a blind date?" chuckled Mars, gathering up his clothes.

"No, actually I was thinking of setting you up with me." I said.

Mars' eyes grew wide. He looked at me long and hard before rushing off to the kitchen momentarily. When he came back, he had some paper towels and the same shocked look on his face.

"While you and I were having sex, I realized that I essentially just fucked my way to an "A" again," I said, accepting the paper towel from him, "I had promised myself that I would never do that again."

"And you wouldn't have until I blackmailed you." said Mars, obviously feeling guilty.

"No, I probably would have," I said, "But now that I think about it, I have someone right next to me who could easily help me get over this."

"You mean me?" asked Mars.

"Yes, you." I said, as I finished tidying up my face.

"So you want to fuck me so I'll help you with your homework?" said asked Mars, sounding very confused.

"Close, but no. I want you to help me so that I won't have to," I said, "If you can help me learn a better work ethic and tutor me, I won't have to fuck for my grades. I'll be able to earn them myself."

"So you want me to be your boyfriend in order to accomplish all of this?" asked Mars, catching on.

"Yeah, you see, that way, I can still have your amazing dick, and you can tutor me at the same time."

"So, everybody wins?" said Mars.

"Exactly! So, what do you say?" said Monica.

"What are you nuts? How could I possibly say no to that!" said Mars, "I get to have sex with a beautiful girl and call her my girlfriend, and all I've got to do is tutor her." exclaimed Mars happily, gathering up my clothes for me.

As I pulled them on, I tried to stifle a yawn, but I couldn't do it... I was exhausted. After a long day at school, cheerleading tryouts and then of course being pounded by Mars' huge cock.

"Well, you're tired, so, I'm gonna go start working on a lesson plan for us, and you should go to bed." said Mars.

"Okay..." I said, yawning again, "Thanks for everything."

"Anytime." said Mars. He gathered up the rest of his stuff, threw it all into his laptop bag and then headed for the door, giving me a nice smile as he closed it behind him.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I chuckled, wondering why my way of thinking had suddenly changed. Confusing as the whole night had been, I was too tired to deal with it right now. I headed for bed, knowing that I would sleep deeply that night...

TO BE CONTINUED



After School Adventures Ch. 05



PART 5

"Initiation" 

I stood outside the girls' change room. It was time for the final phase of Cheerleader initiation. If I passed, I'd be on the squad. Things work differently now than they did for the past three years. It used to be, you'd audition by performing a routine and then the cheerleading captain would evaluate whether or not she wanted you on the squad. The old captain, who has since graduated, was a total bitch. She only let her friends, or relatives of existing members join the squad. This is why, for the past three years, I've tried to get on the squad, and failed each time. But now, in my last year of high school, I decided to give it one last shot. I was 18 now. And "be on the cheerleading squad" was one of the things I wanted to do before I turned 19 and went off to college. This was my last chance. And, so far, things aren't looking too good. While I was waiting, I'd seen no less than nine girls leave the change room in tears. It seemed like none of them had made the squad.

"Next! Vivian... Eckhart!" came the new cheerleading captain's voice from beyond the closed door.

I took a deep steadying breath and prepared to step forward.

"Come on, Viv," I said to myself, "We've come this far. You can't back down now."

I took the step and pushed the door open. I heard the door creak as it closed behind me, but I was too afraid to care. It was pitch black inside the locker rooms. The lights were off. I tried to reach for the light switch, but as I did so, I felt someone grab my arms. They pulled them behind my back and tied them together. Then I felt something get placed over my head. It was soft... Maybe a pillowcase? Whatever it was, I still couldn't see. But I heard the subtle click of the light switch, which told me that someone had turned the lights off so that I could be tied up and blindfolded more easily.

"Hey Viv!" said a familiar voice.

"Monica!?" I asked.

"Yup. It's me!" said Monica.

Monica, my cousin, is the one who convinced me to try out for the squad one last time. She's four months older than me, and has been on the team since sophomore year.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Don't worry, this is all part of the new initiation," said Monica, "Well, I wish I could stay and chat, but, I've got study date with Mars."

"You tied me up and now you're going to leave me here alone!?" I asked.

"No, you're not alone, the captain is here too. Just stay calm, okay? She won't hurt you." said Monica. I could hear her walk past me and open the door. Her footsteps started to get fainter and fainter until she was gone.

"So, you're the last girl, are you?" said the captain. The cheerleading captain, Hailey Klassen, was Monica's best friend. They both made the team in their sophomore year and have been on the team ever since. "Caucasian, brunette, 5'5, green eyes, B average," said Hailey, "Does that sound right?"

"Y-Yeah?" I said, not really sure why she needed to know that.

"I love brunettes... I wish I was one. But instead, I got stuck with blonde," sighed Hailey, "Brunettes always seem to have the most amazing bodies. Not to mention they know how to have the most fun."

"I-I always thought it was the blondes who were like that." I said.

"Well, I guess it is, unless you are a blonde, like me." said Hailey.

"So what do I have to do get on the team?" I said.

"Have sex." said Hailey, simply.

"WHAT!?" I gasped, completely outraged.

"Not with a guy," said Hailey, "With me..."

"What do you--" I said.

"I'm a lesbian... When I was put in charge of these auditions, I thought, there's no better place to find beautiful, shapely girls than the potential cheerleaders." said Hailey.

"I-I d-don't really..." I stuttered.

"Hey, if you don't want to then you're free to go. You can still make the team, you just won't be a shoe-in." said Hailey.

"I don't know about this," I said, "I'm a virgin, and I've never really done anything like this before. It's tempting, but oh, I just, I just—

Suddenly, I felt Hailey slip her tongue into my mouth. Although it scared me at first, the gentleness of it seemed to calm me down. She was very gentle, and her tongue tasted kind of sweet. It felt interesting. Soon, Hailey started to caress my tongue with hers, and even though I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go through with it or not, for some reason, I didn't try to stop her. It was almost like I wanted to do it, but didn't want to admit it.

"Not bad for a first time." said Hailey, taking her tongue out of my mouth.

"Let me know if you want to stop." said Hailey.

"Will I still be a--" I began.

"Virgin? Technically, yes." said Hailey, finishing my question. She reached down and untied my arms, then pulled my shirt off over my blindfolded head, leaving my hair kind of messy. "Wow." She gasped, carefully running a finger up my stomach.

Instead of unhooking my bra like I expected her too, she kept drawing an oval with her finger, until finally she went down to my waist. She slipped the finger under the waistband of my cheerleading skirt and playfully started tugging it down until it slipped down past my legs. I stepped out of it absent-mindedly. Now I was standing before Hailey, in nothing more than my bra and panties. There was a brief period of silence during which it was clear to me Hailey was checking me out. "You're so amazing..." she whispered, coming closer to me whisper into my ear, nibbling the lobe a little as she did so.

"Are you going to take this blindfold off?" I asked.

"Do you really want it off?" said Hailey.

"Otherwise I can't see what you're doing to me." I moaned.

"It'll come off eventually sweetie... Right now, let me do all the work." said Hailey, leading me forward. Now we seemed to be in the largest part of the change room. Hailey laid me down on the bench in what was probably the middle of the room. "Just relax and try to enjoy yourself," she murmured, "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"

"Um... Okay?" I muttered, not really sure I liked the sound of that.

Hailey sat me upright momentarily, I felt one finger run along the small of my back before my bra suddenly unhooked. She could do that one finger thing like a guy! Automatically, I slid the bra the rest of the way off as if Hailey had put a spell on me. "Those are so beautiful." She sighed, gently rubbing them.

I was definitely not the chestiest girl in school, but my 34-Bs are quite misleading. They're extremely perky, which makes them seem bigger. "I've never had anyone... Touch them before." I said.

"There's a first time for everything." said Hailey, squeezing them together.

Hailey laid me back down. When the cool surface of the bench touched my bare back, I shivered, and the cold made my nipples get hard. Hailey leaned in over me and carefully started to lick my breasts. She seemed to like to work her way in. I was surprised how comfortable I was feeling. It was almost as though my disposition had been the only thing in my way. Now that I was here, in the moment, I was actually enjoying myself. By the time Hailey was licking my left nipple, I was very aroused, which was actually quite a new experience for me. I was so shy, that I had never even tried masturbating yet. 

Next, Hailey moved on to the right breast, and repeated the same pattern of licking and kissing, only this time she was moving in a counter-clockwise circle. I shuddered when she reached the nipple, and Hailey chuckled a little at my reaction. With both of my nipples hard, Hailey moved down toward my stomach, and stopped to admire my belly button piercing, the only souvenir I had of the one time I got drunk. "That's cute..." said Hailey, running a finger over top of the piercing. Hailey leaned in started to half lick, half nibble her way down to lowest part she could go, but stopped momentarily. She gave a gentle tug on my underwear, and I arched my back, making it possible for Hailey to slip them off.

"What a pretty pussy." said Hailey. I felt her hand gently caress my pubes. Even though I was too timid to stick anything inside myself, I did know to shave down there, not so much that it was bald, but enough to leave a bit of hair down there. I shuddered again as I felt Hailey rub the hair. It tickled. "This is so pretty," she whispered, "How are you still a virgin?"

"I've been too shy." I said.

"Well, you're not afraid now, are you?" she asked.

She was right, I wasn't. I didn't know what to expect, but I still wasn't scared. Hailey was now kissing the area that was inches above my clit, and yet, I still wasn't really scared. Just as that last thought left my mind, I felt Hailey's lips move down by that one inch. Just the littlest touch sent a surge of pleasure throughout my body. I gasped, unable to stop myself.

"You okay?" asked Hailey.

"Nobody's ever touched me down there before either." I said.

"Don't worry, it's supposed to feel really good," said Hailey, "I don't think it's possible for it NOT to feel good."

Hailey leaned back in and started using her tongue now. I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming in ecstasy. I had no way of knowing, but it seemed like she was a pro at this sort of thing. I couldn't help but wonder how many other girls Hailey had done this with to get so good. But I was too busy writhing around to really care about that. I couldn't move my arms, or see where I was on the bench, but miraculously, I didn't fall off when I started moving uncontrollably. I could feel a strange wetness that seemed to be accumulating down in my pussy. This must be what it would feel like to masturbate. After about five minutes of licking, kissing and stroking my pussy and clit, Hailey stopped, and let me catch my breath. I had closed my eyes behind the blindfold, but soon I felt Hailey pull it off from my head. I sat up, and Hailey untied my hands.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see that Hailey was still fully dressed. I would've thought for sure that she'd have taken her clothes off, but I guess she was leaving that honour to me. "Undress me," said Hailey, "You'll like it. I promise."

I did as she asked and carefully pulled her cheerleading shirt off over her head, revealing her large, supple breasts. "Wow! Those are... Nice?" I said, unsure of how to compliment a girl properly.

"Don't worry, you'll get better at complimenting over time," said Hailey, "These are 40Ds, by the way. Do you want to touch them?" I really did want to touch them. The more things I did with Hailey, the more at home I started to feel. Even though I had never been with a guy and gone this far, being with Hailey somehow seemed to calm me down. Had I been a lesbian like her this whole time and never realized?

"These are real, right?" I asked, gradually starting to move my arm towards Hailey's breasts.

"Well, you're never going to know if you're too shy to feel them." giggled Hailey, grabbing my arms and placing my hands over her nipples.

"They're so soft..." I said.

"Come on, Viv, I don't bite. Be a little assertive. You just might like it!" moaned Hailey, urging me on.

"Oh what the hell..." I sighed, grabbing a firm hold of Hailey's succulent tits.

"Atta girl!" shrieked Hailey.

I leaned in and playfully nibbled on her nipples. Meanwhile, my other hand reached down and pulled down her skirt. She had some Chinese characters tattooed where her pubes would have been if she wasn't bald.

"What does that mean?" I asked, kneeling down to examine it.

"Know thyself." said Hailey, running a hand over her tattoo.

Hailey was obviously not a virgin. I could tell by the way she had modified her body. She had a tattoo, she waxed and as I could now see, she had a clit piercing. "Did it hurt?" I asked, running a finger up her pussy lips and stopping at the apex where her pierced clit sat nestled.

"Well, they knocked me out before doing it, so, I would imagine it would have been excruciatingly painful if I was awake," sighed Hailey, reminiscing, "Why, does it turn you on?"

"I was already turned on." I muttered.

I started kissing her down there, starting at her clit and moving down. Hailey gasped, revelling in the sensation. Then she pulled me up to my feet. "Ready to go all the way, Viv?" whispered Hailey, "Since you still want to be a virgin when this is over, I'll use a vibrator on you while you use this dildo on me."

"Don't vibrators go inside you?" I asked, letting Hailey lay me down on the bench.

"Not all of them," said Hailey, "This one is just a little tab that you rub against your clit."

Without even asking me if I was still okay with it, Hailey laid down on top of me so that we could 69. I was too curious to stop her. I was about to try and peek around to see what Hailey was going to do to me when I suddenly lost control of my muscles. An extreme feeling of relaxation had spread throughout my body, starting from my clit, where Hailey was obviously using the vibrator. Having never masturbated before, the sensation was so new to me that I was having a hard time focusing on the fact that I was supposed to be sticking the dildo in Hailey's pussy. I forced my arm up and slipped the dildo in its rightful place. Now I could feel Hailey start to shake too. I slowed down my breathing, which made it easier to move my arm. I took a lucky guess and began sliding the dildo in and out of Hailey's tight pussy.

"Mmmmm... Faster." panted Hailey.

Now that I was getting used to the sensation of the vibrator on my clit, I was able to concentrate and slide the dildo into Hailey's pussy much faster. We kept going for five more minutes, each of us getting closer to orgasm with every thrust. To spice things up for Hailey, I started to push it in at different angles, so that it would rub against the walls of her pussy. I only did it for a few seconds, but then Hailey suddenly shuddered uncontrollably and cried out:

"Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

I pulled the dildo out to find that it was sopping wet. I felt Hailey's body go temporarily limp, but then all of a sudden, the most peculiar sensation I had ever had overpowered me, at first, it sort of hurt, like a cramp, but then it felt amazing, It spread all throughout my body. When it was over, the extreme feeling of relaxation returned, followed by brief numbness that caused me to go limp too. "Damn girl! When you cum, you cum hard!" moaned Hailey.

"I came?" I asked, calming down significantly now that I knew what that feeling had been.

"I didn't make any noise during my first orgasm either." said Hailey, getting off me and standing up.

Hailey helped me to me feet and gave me one last, passionate, lingering kiss before she grabbed her skirt and put it back on.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, you're on the cheerleading squad and now you've had a unique experience that I hope has taught you a few things about yourself," said Hailey, "Like my tattoo says, you should know who you are you shouldn't be ashamed of it."

"I like who I am..." I said, puzzled.

"I mean that if you realize you're gay or bi, accept it and be proud of it, don't pretend to be someone you're not just so that you'll pass by unnoticed." said Hailey, as she put her cheerleading shirt back on.

"I will totally be doing that," I said, starting to get dressed myself, "But first I just have to figure out exactly who I am."

"Well, if you realize that you're a fully fledged lesbo like me, promise me we'll do this again," said Hailey, "Oh and by the way, you can keep the vibrator. Think of it as a memento of our time together." And with that, Hailey turned and walked out of the girl's locker room. Once I finished getting dressed again, I pocketed the vibrator and left the room too. It seemed I had a new mission, find a cute guy to fuck so that I could compare the experiences...

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After School Adventures Ch. 06



PART 6

"Acceptance" 

"Xander!" yelled Eric.

"Wad? Wad did I biss?" I said, sitting bolt upright.

This was obviously a mistake. As soon as I sat up, my nose started gushing blood at an alarming rate.

"Oly shid! Wad appened do be?" I asked, frantically.

"I think you broke your nose." said Eric.

"I know id's bwoken you dubby! But ow did I bweak it?" I sputtered, swallowing a large amount of blood.

"You took a football to the face," said Eric, "Don't you remember?"

"Dammit, Ostreicher! Take him to the school nurse already!" barked the Coach.

"Christ, keep your wig on..." said Eric, helping me stand up.

"Just oud of cuwiosidy," I snorted, trying to make sure I didn't swallow more blood, "Wen I god id in da face... Did id by any chance make me look particuwawiwy banly?"

"Sure, if you consider screaming like a girl manly." teased Eric.

"Bewy funny, did any ob the cheeweadews see be ged id?" I groaned.

"I don't know, I was paying attention to the ball," said Eric, "Something you ought to try one of these days."

By the time we made it to the school nurse's office, my face was completely red and some of the blood had started to get in my eyes. It probably would've hurt, except the only pain I noticed was what was in my nose.

"Oh boy, not another one..." said Mrs. Ives, the school nurse, "You didn't hit Xander, did you Ostreicher?"

"Are you kidding me? Xander and I have been best friends since pre-school and we're both 19 now... Wait, why do you always assume that I'm the one that breaks people's noses?" said Eric.

"Ub... Because it's twue?" I muttered.

"Touché," said Eric, "Patch him up good Mrs. Ives; he needs to be well enough to be at the party tonight."

"I'll see what I can do, Ostreicher," said Mrs. Ives, "But no promises, alright? His nose is broke pretty bad."

"Sobow dis isn't baking be feew any bettew..." I said.

*

One hour later, I woke up in a cot in a small dark room. I couldn't breathe through my nose, but at least the pain was gone.

"Oh good, you're up," said Mrs. Ives, "How do you feel?"

"Better, I guess," I said, thrilled to discover that I could pronounce things properly again, "What'd you do to me?"

"I set your nose and gave you some painkiller," said Mrs. Ives, "As long as you don't touch your nose for a while, it should heal up nicely. But you should still go see a doctor later."

"Thanks." I said, clambering out of the cot.

"There he is!" bellowed Eric, "Xander Abrams, are you ready for the Test?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Didn't I tell you?" said Eric, "There's a big party tonight celebrating the new football team and the new cheerleading squad."

"There's no way the teachers will let us have a party like that in the gym." I said.

"Originally it was two separate parties," said Eric, putting his arm around my shoulder, "But, everyone decided to play hooky so that we can all meet up on the beach and have one big party instead."

"Where does the Test come in to play?" I asked, letting Eric escort out into the hallways.

"Well, the cheerleaders already had an initiation, but the football team never did," explained Eric, now leading me to the parking lot, "So, even though all you newcomers made the team, you've got to pass a test tonight, if you can pass it, you'll be accepted by the whole team and treated as an equal."

"And if we fail?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"You'll still be on the team, but the other guys will treat the newcomers like crap," said Eric, as we approached his van, "Now, come on, let's head over to my place, I'll, uh... Help you look like you belong."

*

Two hours later, Eric and I were on the road, five minutes away from the beach.

"So who's all gonna be there?" I asked, looking out the window of Eric's van.

"Well, there's the two of us, the whole football team, all the cheerleaders, some of the gymnastics team girls will be there, then there'll be the Greasers, "Tripod Trevor", a few guys from the lacrosse and basketball teams and the older brothers or sisters of everyone I just mentioned." recited Eric.

"That's a lot of people, dude! Are you sure we won't get busted for having this party?" I asked.

"You worry too much, Xander," said Eric, "Why don't you let us worry about that crap. You've got more important things to think about. Like the Test."

"Hey, uh, do you know if Vivian will be there?" I asked, innocently.

"Oh, not this again, dude! Vivian is a total priss! She'll never put out!" groaned Eric, "Now, her cousin on the other hand..."

"I don't like Monica," I said, "She's too... Easy."

"What's wrong with that?" chuckled Eric.

"Nothing... Nevermind..." I said.

Upon arriving at the beach, Eric parked the van and hopped out. I couldn't see what he did, but it seemed as though he had made some sort of gesture with his arms. Then, within a fraction of a second, Big Jay, the school's giant, grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and pulled me out of the van through the open window.

"Argh! What gives!?" I screamed, trying to break free.

I knew this was part of "The Test", but did he have to grab me by my neck? Anyways, Big Jay carried me halfway across the beach before literally dropping me in the sand.

"Good, now all the newbies are here!" said Eric, who must've gone on ahead, "Boys, in fifteen minutes, the sun will start setting."

We all turned to verify the Sun's position.

"To pass the test and be accepted by the rest of the team, you must pick a cheerleader to mark at the party."

"The girl you pick is the one you have to get to AT LEAST, third base with, before midnight." continued Brody Magnum, the team captain.

"Um, are the cheerleaders in on all of this?" piped one of the newbies.

"No! That'd make it too easy!" said Eric.

"But, how will you know if we pull it off?" asked another one of the newbies.

"Thanks to these," said Brody, "These disposable cameras all have only one shot left, so make it count."

"Oh, yeah, and keep an eye out for a few of our conveniently placed sex stops," said Eric, pointing a few of them out, "Once you get your cheerleader horny, take her into one of the sex stops for privacy. There's a box of condoms in each location."

And with that, Brody and Eric retreated into the party bringing the rest of the team with them. I stood there, making up my mind with the other six newbies before venturing deep into the party. I had just the cheerleader in mind... Vivian Eckhart.

Finding her would be easy, but going all the way with her would be the hard part. If I had a couple of days I'd be able to pull it off without a problem, but this time I only had a couple of hours. I weaved in and out of the party until I eventually saw Vivian. She was standing near the juice bar, talking to Monica. As I approached, I could hear a bit of what they were saying.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into to coming here!" said Vivian.

"What's the matter with you?" said Monica, handing her a vodka cooler.

"I don't want to drink tonight! Remember what happened last time?" asked Vivian, lifting up her shirt to show her navel piercing.

"Hey, that was your idea." said Monica

"Yeah, but the jello shots were yours." said Vivian.

"You just need to loosen up a little," said Monica, glancing over in my direction, "You know, have a few drinks, maybe even go flirt with the cute new quarterback over there."

"I don't "flirt", Monica, you know that." said Vivian.

"I don't think you'll have to," said Monica, "He's coming to you."

Monica left, winking at me as she walked past.

"Hi!" said Vivian, obviously faking her interest.

"Hi?" I said, questioning her tone of voice.

"Did Monica put you up to this?" she asked.

"No." I said, walking forward a little more.

"So, you're actually here, talking to me?" asked Vivian.

"You sound so surprised," I said, "Don't guys usually line up to talk to you?"

"No." she said.

"Well, then I guess that's their loss, isn't it?" I said.

"How do you know?" she asked, "I might be a total bitch."

"You're too cute to make a believable bitch." I said.

"Thanks," said Vivian, "But you still don't know me."

"Well, I'd like to," I said, "We can hang out tonight. Come walk with me."

"I uh, I-I don't really--" she began.

"I won't take no for an answer." I said, giving her hand a gentle tug.

"Alright, fine," said Vivian, "But, no funny business, okay?"

I led her away from the party. We walked together, still holding hands. I was taking her back to Eric's van. It had heat, quiet and safety locks. When we got there, I held the door open for Vivian, but she didn't get in.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, "I just want to talk."

"But I--" she began.

"Look at me," I said, pointing to the bandage across the bridge of my nose, "If you start to feel uncomfortable, you already know my weak spot."

Vivian giggled and then hopped into the back seat of Eric's van, and I followed right behind her. Once we were sitting in the back, Vivian's whole attitude seemed to change.

"Your name's Xander, right?" she asked, running her hand through my hair.

"Yeah... Who told you that?" 

"I've had my eye on you for a quite a while." she said, now examining my arms with a different hand.

"That's so weird. I've been watching you for a while too." I said.

There was a brief moment of awkward silence.

"Why were you watching me?" we asked in unison.

There was another moment of awkward silence.

"You first." said Vivian, while feeling my pecs.

"I've been watching you ever since I started working out because I've had a crush on you since 8th grade. And, I hoped that once I lost all the weight that you'd notice me back." I said.

"I thought you just started here this semester?" she asked, moving on to my abs.

"No, I just didn't look like this until this semester," I said, ignoring the fact that Vivian had sort of just implied that she hadn't noticed me.

"Xander, I'm sorry, you just look so different. I still noticed you before, but... I was just too shy to really talk to anyone." said Vivian, leaning in and sniffing me.

"Don't worry about it," I said, grabbing her shoulders to keep her away, "Now it's your turn.

"Sorry," said Vivian, taking my hands off her shoulders and sitting nicely, "Well, ever since my cheerleader initiation, I've been trying to find a suitable guy to help me with something."

"And you've chosen me, I take it?" I asked.

"Yes." said Vivian, smiling.

"So, what did you need my help with?" I asked, innocently.

"Sex." said Vivian, bluntly.

I was about to interpret her answer as a joke. But then I saw the determination in her eyes.

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Yes." said Vivian.

"I uh--" I sputtered.

"Xander, I want you to fuck me," she said, "There's something I need to know about myself, and I'm never going to figure it out until I get over my insecurities and lose my virginity."

"No..." I sighed, "I-I thought you were different from all the other girls."

"What do you mean?" asked Vivian.

"I get laid all the time now that I look like this. Now, most other guys would think of that as a dream come true, but not me. I think of it as a curse." I sighed.

Vivian opened her mouth to say something, but I continued.

"The new football team recruits were given their initiation tonight," I said, "We all have to make it to at least third base with a cheerleader before midnight. So, I chose you as my target because I thought it'd be a challenge. And in the process, I'd finally get a chance to get to know you."

Vivian smiled to show she understood and seemed to urge me on.

"I knew you were one of the only girls at this school that wasn't a total slut. But then I get you in here only to find out that you're the same as all the other--"

Before I could finish my sentence, Vivian leaned in and kissed me. And in that moment, I recognized that the Vivian I had a crush on was still in there. When she kissed me, it wasn't the skilled, passionate kiss of a slut, but the kiss of a nervous, inexperienced girl who was searching for answers.

"Everything you just said about yourself," she said, "Is exactly why I chose you over all the other guys at this school."

"You don't care that I chose you as my target for the initiation test?" I asked.

"You chose me as your target just like I chose you," said Vivian, "We're both here for the same reasons... We want to be accepted."

"When this is over," I said, "I still want to get to know you, regardless of what you learn about yourself tonight."

"Count on it," said Vivian, "But remember to be gentle, okay?"

Now that she knew I was on board, Vivian went back to feeling my muscles and touching my hair. I wasn't really used to a girl examining me like this before. But it didn't really feel weird. Instead, it felt like I had been doing it wrong the whole time. All of a sudden, Vivian tore my shirt open and pulled it off. Now she could feel me properly. I just let her do her thing; I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible before we really got started. But, to make things easier, I leaned forward into the front of the van. Eric had foolishly left his keys in the ignition. I turned the key to make the van run off the battery, then locked all the doors and turned the heat on.

"Wow... These feel... Interesting..." said Vivian, relishing her examination of my muscles.

I sat up straight again, and then used my free hand to make the back seats collapse. We were now lying on our sides, with our heads near the trunk of Eric's van.

"Feels weird to have them," I said, "I mean, they are pretty new."

Vivian rolled me onto my back before she rolled onto her stomach. She used both of her hands to rub my abs, but then kept going lower and lower until eventually she had found the zipper of my jeans. With the look of a young girl unwrapping a present, she unzipped my pants, revealing the bulge in my underwear that was my hard-on.

"Cool!" said Vivian, grabbing the bulge, "This thing is way bigger than a finger... It's not gonna get even bigger is it?"

"Nope." I said, shuddering as she playfully starting stroking it.

As fascinating as it was to watch Vivian explore, I did have a time limit for the test, so, without actually rushing her, I pulled my pants all the way off. Vivian took the hint and slowly pulled my underwear away, revealing my rock-hard dick.

"So that's what it looks like..." gasped Vivian.

"You've never even seen one before?" I asked, incredulously.

"It looks so different in real life." she said, poking it idly.

Vivian started stroking my cock again. It felt much better than all the other times. I think it was because of what she said to me. How she chose me. None of the other girls I'd slept with had chosen me, because they'd have slept with anyone with that much alcohol in their systems.

"Look at you, all naked," said Vivian, getting on her knees, "And here I am with my clothes still on."

I reached up and put my hand under her shirt. I unhooked her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders before pulling the whole bra itself out through her sleeve. I learned that little trick online because I knew it'd be useful one of these days.

"Wha--" sputtered Vivian, very confused.

"Trust me when I say that that's the only thing about this that'll happen fast." I said.

"I haven't sex nearly enough to get what you mean by that." giggled Vivian, pulling her shirt off over her head.

I really wanted to play with Vivian's adorable tits, but I knew I'd have to take my time and be especially gentle with her. Maybe next time we hook up I could try a little foreplay, but tonight was all about breaking her in.

"Well, just think, this'll be the last time you'll be able to say that." I said, leaning in for another kiss.

This time Vivian used her tongue. She was a little better at kissing when the tongue was involved. What exactly happened to her at her initiation? We kept making out. As we kissed, Vivian started mimicking the motions of my tongue. I wasn't purposefully trying to teach her, but she was copying me nonetheless. I reached down and pulled her panties off without removing her skirt, Vivian giggled as my hands slowly made their way back up her thighs and near the lips of her sopping wet pussy.

"You're making me so wet," said Vivian, "This is all so new to me."

She leaned back in to kiss me again, but this time she reached back and pulled her skirt off herself. Now that we were both completely naked, she pushed me down so that I was flat on my back and sat on my stomach. I could feel the juices from her pussy dribble out.

"So, how should we do this?" she moaned.

"Why don't you try sitting on it?" I asked, "That way you can control the whole thing yourself."

"So, what I just face you and then literally sit on it?" she asked.

"Basically, yeah." I said.

"It's not gonna hurt is it?" she asked, "I've heard some girls say it hurts."

"It might hurt a little, but, that's why it's up to you to control how deep or fast you go." I said.

Vivian took a deep calming breath, then she scooched back a bit, leaving a streak of pussy juice on my abs. I watched her curiously. As she lifted herself up and positioned herself over top of my cock. It reminded me of something I saw on the Discovery Channel about how they return beached whales into the water. Except in my case, instead of enormous whale being lowered to the water with a crane, I had an adorable virgin cheerleader lowering herself onto my dick. As soon as penetration occurred, Vivian gasped and bit her lip.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I think so," she gasped, "It stings though."

Through gritted teeth, Vivian kept lowering herself down until I was 7" inside her. For a virgin, that's pretty deep.

"Is that all of it?" giggled Vivian, trying to peer down and look at how deep she was.

"Yup." I said, panting as her pussy suddenly filled with fluids.

"What is that!?" shrieked Vivian, "You didn't?"

"No, I think that's you." I said.

She slowly raised herself up, wincing as she did so. Once she was off my cock, I saw that the fluid I had felt was blood.

"That's supposed to happen right?" she asked, "I think that's from me breaking that skin thingy."

"You mean the hymen?" I suggested.

"Yeah, that." said Vivian.

"Well, I think the worst of it is over. But, before I forget." I said, reaching into my pants pocket and pulling out the disposable camera.

"Oh, right, you need your picture!" she said, "Wait, let me go all the down on it again first."

Vivian sat back down on my dick. Now that she had officially lost her virginity, the pain she had felt seemed to have vanished, allowing her to easily re-position herself. I carefully aimed the camera and turned on the flash. I needed to make sure everyone could tell that I was actually with a girl, and not a blow up doll, so I made sure the angle was good and clicked the button. The camera whirred and the flash went off.

"There," I said, putting the camera down, "Now you're not a virgin and I've passed my test."

"Wait, we're not done yet!" said Vivian, "I might not be a virgin anymore, but I haven't actually had sex yet."

"Oh, well then by all means." I said.

Since she was already in position, I just let Vivian keep going. She went up and down on my cock, bouncing in what seemed like slow motion compared to the other girls I've slept with. I just watched her. It was fascinating to me for some reason. Her tits, although not very big, were perky enough to bounce along with her as she rode me. Vivian kept going faster and faster, and with every thrust, I could feel the walls of her tight pussy secrete juices. She was about to cum. It's a good thing I could fuck for a long time, because obviously the last thing I'd want is to knock her up and take her virginity on the same night.




After School Adventures Ch. 06



"God, your dick feels so good in there." moaned Vivian.

She gave one last thrust before collapsing on my chest. She panted and sputtered rapidly, which eventually became hyperventilating. My cock was drowning in a sea of ex-virgin cum.

"I think it's happening again!" wheezed Vivian, who seemed to have had the wind knocked out of her, "I think I'm cumming!"

"Oh, you're cumming alright!" I said.

Vivian rolled over onto her back to lie next to me. She was covered in sweat and was still trembling.

"It felt so much better that time..." sighed Vivian.

I could have happily spent the rest of my life there, essentially cuddling the only girl I've ever had a genuine crush on. By that I mean that I thought all the cheerleaders were hot, but only Vivian was the one that I wanted to get to know.

"I should probably return the favour." said Vivian.

She got up onto her knees again and went back to the same position she had been in when she was first examining my dick.

"No, no, don't worry about it," I said, "It'll take too long to make me--"

But she had already slipped it deep into the back of her throat. I didn't understand it. How could Vivian deep throat so well if she never had sex before tonight. I could sort of believe that she'd want to try to go all the way down on my cock when she was riding it, but now? It just didn't seem very logical.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, without really taking my dick out of her mouth.

"Oh yeah..." I groaned.

I was going to cum in no time. None of the other girls I'd slept with had ever gone so deep before. Some had tried, but none had done it so well. It seemed like having a 7" cock down her throat was a natural state of being for Vivian. I could practically feel her uvula touching the head of my dick and yet she hadn't gagged once.

"Can you, uh, try using your tongue?" I asked, through gritted teeth.

Vivian looked at me with those beautiful eyes and proceeded to lick my cock without taking it out of her mouth. It was too much. The sensation had reached critical mass and Vivian seemed to be able to sense it. She popped my dick out as if it was a lollipop and gently stroked it.

"Blow your load all over my face, Xander!" she moaned.

Her words seemed to trigger it. I grunted as a huge glob of cum shot out of my cock and splattered all over her left cheek. Vivian kept stroking and I kept cumming, three more bursts of jizz made their way through the air and landed on her face. I squeezed the last few drops out before taking a leaf out of Vivian's book and collapsing on my back.

"It feels weird!" giggled Vivian.

I watched as Vivian did one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. She grabbed her panties and used them mop up her face, before laying back down.

"So, what now?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said, "I think we both learned a few things."

"I know I did," she said, "I meant, what should we do now?"

"Honestly? I just want to nap..." I said.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked, forcing herself into my open arms.

And with that, we lay there, cuddling in the back of Eric's van. We would only be there for the one night, so it only seemed reasonable for us to want to make the most of our time together. But I never would've tried to make the best of the night had I known that I'd regret it from the moment I woke up...

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After School Adventures Ch. 07



PART 7

"Culmination"

I woke up on Saturday morning with a purpose, to clear my conscience by personally telling my wife Karen about my affairs. As I tried to keep that thought fresh on my mind, I must've been making a weird face, because when Karen woke up and rolled over to face me she looked concerned. 

"John? What's the matter?" she asked.

Every now and then, I liked to enjoy a good stare at her. I can't believe I was lucky enough to have met her, let alone marry her. Although she wasn't as sexy or voluptuous as the girls I've had affairs with, my wife's outstanding personality seemed to have a physical effect on her overall appearance. Karen was a kind and gentle soul, compassionate and understanding, everything most men should dream of marrying. This morning, her long, wavy, golden hair seemed to reflect the sunlight and illuminate the room.

"You don't look so good," she said, "Do you maybe have the flu or something?"

"No, honey, I'm alright," I said, "I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

"Like how you might become a father soon?" asked Karen, playfully touching my chest.

"Well, yes, among other things." I said, moving her hand away.

I've wanted to come clean about my affairs for a long time. The only thing stopping me was the fear that she might leave me, tearing apart an otherwise perfectly happy potential family. That thought alone was enough to make me weep.

"Is there..." said Karen, leaning in closer to me, "Someone else?"

"If I tell you what I'm thinking, promise me you'll let me finish before you react." I said, hoping she trusted me enough to say "Yes".

"John, you're scaring me..." she said, absent-mindedly slipping the tip of her finger into her mouth.

"No, no, no, don't start biting your nails again," I said, gently moving her finger away, "You've been working so hard to quit."

"Well, you're making me nervous!" she moaned.

"I'm sorry, Karen," I said, "I'm going to tell you everything."

Then something peculiar happened. At the exact same time, we both opened our mouths and spoke, and even weirder, we both said the same five words.

"I've been having an affair."

For a minute we looked at each other, searching one another's eyes for a look of guilt. We were both furious at each other and we were both hurt.

"My affair was with one of my clients." said Karen.

"Mine was with a student. And there was also a one-time fling with another teacher." I said.

"So, then, is this it? Are over, just like that?" asked Karen.

"God, no... I love you more than I could ever explain," I said, "I had the affair with one of my students out of lust. Then I was tricked into thinking that one of the other teachers knew about the affair, so I slept with her to make sure you wouldn't find out... It made sense at the time."

"There was an office party at the firm a couple weeks ago. My client threw us a party in celebration of winning his lawsuit. I got drunk and when I woke up we were naked in the janitor's closet." said Karen.

"Do you remember that movie we watched? Where the couple broke up because they each had affairs? Let's not let that be us." I said. 

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." said Karen, leaning in and kissing me.

"Do you remember how they tried marriage counselling? They told each other what they weren't getting out the relationship that caused them to have the affairs in the first place?" I asked.

"What? You want us to do that?" asked Karen.

"I think we need to do it," I said, "There's a reason why we had affairs. Once we get those reasons up in the air, we can work on improving them so that this won't happen again."

We looked at each other for a minute. In that instant I saw the woman I married six years ago, with her bridal veil and make-up.

"I think I did it because our fire has gone out." I said, breaking the tension.

"Do you mean that we don't have sex enough?" asked Karen.

"No, we have it enough, but it's just not as wild as it used to be." I said.

"You miss our passion and chemistry." said Karen.

She knew me better than I knew myself. It was so easy to talk to her. Even if I couldn't think of the right way to say something, I'd try a few times anyway and she'd still understand exactly what I meant.

"I think I got bored. I mean, every time we have sex, it always plays out exactly the same way. It's still good, there's just never any variation." said Karen.

"So, I want more passion and you want us to experiment?" I repeated, making sure we understood each other.

"That sounds right." said Karen, hopping off the bed and standing up.

"I think I already know of how we can move past this." she said, pulling her nightgown off with a flourish.

"As in, right here? Right now?" I sputtered, somewhat taken aback.

"Well, you said this is what you wanted. So, come and ravish me!" moaned Karen, sounding very much like she used to when we were first dating.

"Alright, if you say so." I teased, stroking my morning wood under my boxers.

She bent over the bed as I pulled my shorts down. I was about to slide my cock into her pussy, but then she reached back and re-directed it.

"No, no, in the other hole." she said, feigning confidence.

"Are you sure, honey?" I asked, "I know you're not comfortable with--"

"We have some issues that need to be worked out," said Karen, sounding irritated "If this will help, then I'm willing to give it a try."

"Okay then. I promise to be gentle." I said.

Karen was not as breathtaking as Ms. Kenner, or as sexy as Monica. But she was not in any way ugly. She was quite tall, and had the most amazing legs. Her pussy was usually in a constant state of wetness, but it was nowhere near as tight as Monica or Ms. Kenner's. She had nice, supple breasts that were big enough to attract attention, but not too big to hog the spotlight. She has a tattoo of a lily on her lower back, a memento of her mother. I spread her ass cheeks apart and, somewhat apprehensively, slid the tip of my dick into her tight hole. This was her first time ever doing anal. Although I wasn't really a fan of it, the fact that she was willing to let me do this really showed how much she cared about me. And by obeying her, and allowing her to experiment, I was showing her the same thing.

"Wow," gasped Karen, "It feels so much bigger when you put in my ass."

By the time I was all the way in Karen had reached back again and had started to rub her clit. I would've done it for her, but I needed my hands to rest on her hips, to help keep the rhythm going. If I was to suddenly go too fast, I'd end up traumatizing her. Anal sex felt very different than normal sex. It was completely new territory for me, let alone for Karen and I...

"Go a little faster." said Karen.

I obliged and sped up. As I did so, it started to feel a little better. It seemed like her ass just needed to be broken in. Not unlike a virgin pussy, only, luckily there was no blood.

"Let me taste it!" squealed Karen, pulling my cock out of her ass and getting down on her knees.

She shoved my dick into her mouth and sucked me dry. One thing she'd always been good at is blowjobs. She had a tendency to get carried away though. She had said "taste" but she kept going for about two minutes before I literally had to pry her mouth off of my cock. She collapsed on the bed and spread her long, shapely legs. I went back in and slipped my dick back into the gaping hole that was her ass. I went in so much easier now. I went even faster now, and Karen seemed to actually be enjoying it. But, now that I think about it, it was probably the fact that we had left our comfort zone that was really getting her going. I could tell when she really liked the sex when she stopped making much noise at all. She would just stare at me. Deep into my eyes, almost like she was trying to read my mind. Her pale blue eyes were so hard to look away from as it is, and seeing her acknowledge the fact that she had a big dick deep in her ass was a great turn on.

"Keep fucking my ass, John, keep fucking me until I cum."

As per usual, my pleasure in this primarily came from knowing that I was pleasing her. The only person that this applied to was my wife, because I always felt connected to her. It's the same reason I felt guilty about my affairs. Because they didn't mean anything, but yet, they still felt good.

"Your ass is really tight, babe!" I groaned.

I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I did. Well, obviously, because Karen was enjoying it, I could too, but, still, I was so into the moment that I had almost entirely forgotten why we had decided to do this in the first place. It was incredible what just a few changes in our sex life could do in just a few minutes.

"Go deep, go as deep as you can! I wanna feel every inch of your cock in my ass!" shrieked Karen, now frantically rubbing her clit.

I slowed the pace a little and leaned back. With every thrust I went 7" deep into Karen's tight little hole. I could feel the walls of her ass close in on my dick, suffocating it, trapping it, engulfing it.

"I'm gonna cum. I can feel it building up inside of me!" panted Karen.

If she wanted experimentation, I would give it to her. I had managed to make Ms. Kenner squirt and I was willing to bet I could make my wife squirt too. She was writhing with pleasure, which is something she hadn't done in months. When she really got into the sex, literally anything could keep her hot and bothered. So, I slipped my cock out of her ass and knelt down, then I went to town on her clit. I employed a much more aggressive technique this time around, which again is something I never used to do with her. I licked her clit furiously, and then with the other hand I slid a finger into her still gaping hole. I still had one more free hand though, which I used to finger her temporarily neglected pussy. With sensation surging into her from three different places all at once, Karen started hyperventilating. I could see that she had started to sweat quite a bit too. But that just meant I was doing a good job. I wanted her to cum harder than she had ever cum before, so I added an extra finger to her asshole and two extras finger into her pussy. I licked her adorable little clit with even more zeal too. Karen was trembling from head to foot now and goosebumps had sprouted all over her body. I boldly stuck all five fingers into her pussy and as soon as I did, she screamed as an enormous fountain of orgasmic juice shot out of her pussy. First it was one large spray, but then a small torrent of cum followed. Either way, I got drenched. As soon as she had cum, Karen collapsed on the bed and started gasping for air. 

"I d-d-d-didn't know I-I-I-I c-could do that..." she wheezed.

"Neither did I," I said, "But it looks like you were right. Leaving our comfort zone has opened all kinds of other possibilities."

I lay down on the bed next to her and slipped my dick into her pussy this time, where I felt it belonged. Karen might've been tired, but I knew she wouldn't deny me this right then. We were in a sideways position, sort of, and it was hard for me to go fast or deep, but I was so close to cumming myself that I merely wanted to finish myself off.

"Cum inside me," said Karen, who could apparently feel my orgasm building, "Who knows, we might get lucky this time, daddy."

I gently fucked her. It was a nice change of pace from what we had been doing earlier. My arms with half hugging, half groping, at Karen's tits. Her pussy was still sopping wet and it felt amazing on my dick. It almost felt like I had built up heat in my cock from fucking her in the ass. In comparison, her pussy juices had a sort of cooling sensation. And before long, I gave in to the pleasure and fucked her as fast as I could from this awkward position. Within thirty seconds I had cum. And what a load it was. Karen and I might as well have been competing in a biggest load contest. I felt no more than six huge globs of jizz shoot out of my cock and coat the walls of Karen's already drenched pussy.

"I love that feeling..." she sighed.

"What? Having all that cum inside you?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek.

"Well, yeah. But, also knowing that within a few hours we could be a family." she chuckled.

We lay there on the bed for what felt like endless, blissful hours, until Karen got up and tidied herself up a bit.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"I'm starving." I said, getting to my feet and pulling her in for another big hug.

Several weeks later, she would take a pregnancy test. And no matter what the results were, I felt confident knowing that we were still a family with or without a baby. And nothing, not even affairs would really keep two people as happy as us apart.

TO BE CONTINUED...



After School Adventures Ch. 08



PART 8

"Lessons"



"Mr. Abrams, you stand before the High Council, accused of cheating on the time honoured tradition of the football team's initiation. How do you plead?" asked Kyle Travis, the Class President and leader of the High Council.

"Not guilty." I said through gritted teeth.

I was so angry that it was hard to contain myself. The night of the party, Vivian and I had sex in my friend Eric's van. And in doing so, I should've passed the Initiation, but, for some reason, I didn't. Maybe one of my fellow new recruits had made up some sort of ridiculous story that made it seem as though I had cheated.

"Not guilty?" asked Kyle, sounding a little surprised.

"I thought I followed the rules of the Initiation exactly. I don't understand why I'm even here." I explained slowly.

"Then allow me to explain," said a voice in the back of the class, "Your Honour, my name is Ryan West and I am one of the new recruits to the football team, like Mr. Abrams here."

Looks like I was right. Ryan probably accused me in the hopes that I'd quit the team out of shame if I was found guilty, leaving a spot on the team available.

"Permission to approach the bench?" asked Ryan, walking forward through the desks.

Kyle nodded and beckoned him forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I have barring evidence that I believe can prove that Mr. Abrams cheated to pass the Initiation." said Ryan, opening up his backpack and pulling out a large envelope.

"You lying son of a--" I began, but didn't finish after I heard Kyle bang his gavel three times.

"Mr. Abrams, please hold all arguments until Mr. West states his case in full." said Kyle.

"Thank you, Your Honour," said Ryan, puffing out his scrawny chest pompously before opening the envelope, "Exhibit A. Mr. Abrams admitted before the High Council that he brought the cheerleader he chose into the van of Mr. Ostreicher."

"The record confirms that." said Kyle, urging Ryan to continue.

"Now, had Mr. Abrams been paying attention, he would have known that he was supposed to take the cheerleader into one of the many "Sex Shacks" that the rest of the team had prepared ahead of time."

The jury, as well as everyone in the audience started whispering and muttering under their breath.

"Exhibit B," said Ryan, taking a disposable camera out of his envelope, "This is the camera that was given to Mr. Abrams so that he could take a picture of himself in the act to prove that he actually did make it to at least 3rd base with his chosen cheerleader."

Ryan was holding the camera at a certain angle so that everyone in the room could see the small dial at the top of the camera that shows how many more pictures you can take.

"As you can see, there is still one shot left on this camera. When this camera was given to him, it had only one shot left."

"Crank the wheel on the camera you idiot. Then we'll see whose lying." I barked, resisting the urge to throttle the little weasel.

"Mr. Abrams is right, Ryan. Maybe he just forgot to turn the wheel. If you're right, then it won't move." said Kyle.

"Alright, if you say so." said Ryan.

Ryan's finger moved over the wheel, and I waited to hear the clicking as it moved. But nothing came.

"It's not moving. Care to verify it, Your Honour?" asked Ryan, handing Kyle the camera.

Kyle tried to turn the wheel, but it wouldn't budge, confirming Ryan's accusation. That made no sense. I know I took a picture of Vivian and I together. I might not have wound the wheel, but I definitely took a picture.

"Exhibit C," said Ryan, shaking the last item out of his envelope, "This is the picture that Mr. Abrams provided the team to use as proof. They were willing to pass him, but after I saw it, I knew that in order to keep the competition fair, I would have to step forward."

Ryan held up the picture. But I couldn't see anything on it.

"Mr. Abrams. Let me tell you what I think happened that night," said Ryan, smirking, "You chose a cheerleader to spend the evening with and seduced her. You then brought her into your friend's van, which you must have known was not an approved location for the test. Then once there, you used your own camera, maybe the one on your phone, to take this picture. But you were in a hurry and forgot to use the flash feature."

There was a period of silence, during which the jury and the students in the stands started murmuring to each other quietly.

Thank you, Mr. West," said Kyle, seriously, before turning to face me. "Mr. Abrams, if you can disprove his statement, please do so now."

"Don't mind if we do!" said another voice from the back of the class.

I turned around and saw my best friend, Eric Ostreicher. He was walking down the aisle with Vivian Eckhart, my... almost girlfriend. 

"Your Honour, we are here to act as witnesses to help confirm Mr. Abrams' statement." said Vivian, sitting in the chair to my left.

"Don't worry buddy, that asshole has been trying to join the team since freshman year; he's all talk." said Eric, sitting in the chair to my right.

"Very well then." said Kyle, urging me on.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, everything Mr. West has said is a complete lie. He set this whole thing up to frame me. And I can prove it."

Ryan had been about to say something, and I'm pretty sure I beat him to it.

"Eric, uh, I mean, Mr. Ostreicher, did the rules of the Initiation say that I HAD to use one of the Sex Shacks?" I asked.

"No. The Sex Shacks were completely optional. Mr. Abrams did everything that needed to be done in order to pass the Initiation. He picked his cheerleader, he was within the time limit and he used the camera we provided him." said Eric.

"Then why is the camera still full?" asked Ryan.

"It isn't, that's a different camera. It's probably the one we gave you, but since you failed the Test, you never had to use it." said Eric.

"And as for whether or not I really made it to at least 3rd base with my cheerleader, well, just ask her yourself." I said.

"So, you chose the Nun, did you?" asked Ryan, "Well, alright then... Ms. Eckhart, did you and Mr. Abrams have sex in that van for the purposes of the Test?

Vivian froze with fear. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead a little squeak came out. I gently grabbed her hands and looked her right in the eye, hoping to calm her down, but she was petrified. Whether she didn't like being under pressure or whether she didn't want everyone to know about us was irrelevant. She was too scared to admit it.

"I see," said Kyle, standing up, "We will take a quick break so that the jury can make its decision."

"I'm s-s-sorry, Xander..." said Vivian, "I blew it. All I would've had to say was "Yes" and I couldn't do it."

"Don't worry about it, Eric made some really good points," I said, "We can still win this."

But then Kyle and the jury returned ten minutes later looking solemn. It seemed that Eric's argument wasn't good enough...

"We, the students of the jury find Mr. Abrams guilty of all charges!" said one of them.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Abrams, but he has too much proof," said Kyle, "There's nothing we could do."

Ryan walked over to me and whispered in my ear.

"How'd you like a second chance to pass the test?" he whispered, "But this time, I'll be picking the cheerleader and the location for you, so there'll be no funny business this time."

"There was no funny business last time either and you know it." I said.

"Yeah, but that's not worth anything now that I've proven you to be guilty." He said.

"But I'm not!" I said, angrily.

"Tell it to someone who cares." said Ryan.

"Like me?" asked Eric, tapping Ryan on the shoulder.

Ryan turned around and Eric punched him right in the face.

"I accept your challenge, Ryan. Just tell me when and where."

"The detention room on the top floor, 5:00pm." groaned Ryan, getting back to his feet.

"Isn't that the one you can see into from the hall?" I asked, confused.

"That won't be a problem, will it?" asked Ryan.

"No, of course not." I said.

"Good to hear," said Ryan, moving his hands away from his face, revealing a large black eye, "Then I'll see you there."

"You know, that black eye suits you. Would you like another one?" teased Eric.

Ryan took off running, no doubt going to set things up for later.

"How the hell did that guy make the team?" I asked.

"We just let him think he did for a while so that he'd shut up," said Eric, "I never thought he'd have the balls to do something like this though."

"He must think you'll let him back in if there's an opening." I said.

"In his dreams..." said Eric, "That guy sucks at football. The only reason we even pretended he was on the team was to humiliate him when he failed the Initiation."

"How did he do at it anyway?" I asked.

"He bought a blow-up doll and took a picture of him doing it," said Eric, "He can't be that smart if he actually thought we'd fall for that."

"Xander, you're not really going to do what he wants, are you?" asked Vivian.

"Of course I am," I said, "He's up to something, and I want to know what it is."

"But what if it ends up being another one of his tricks?" asked Vivian.

"I think you're taking this a little too seriously," I laughed, "This isn't a superhero movie. I'm not wearing tights and Ryan isn't an evil villain."

"No, he's a cowardly weasel who wants people to like him." said Eric.

"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people who use deceit to get what they want." I said, "If Ryan wants to be popular, he's going to have to earn it, just like everybody else."

"I get it now..." said Vivian, "You worked hard to get into shape and join the team. You're doing this so that all your hard work won't be in vain."

"He needs to learn that honesty is the best policy. And, if playing along is the only I can teach him that, then so be it." I said, very determined.

"But still, be careful. We don't know how far he'll go to get what he wants." said Vivian.

"I promise." I said.

*

Two hours later I made my way up to the detention room that Ryan had chosen. I knocked on the door and Ryan opened it.

"Well, well, well. I can't believe you actually showed up." he said.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.

"No reason," said Ryan, "I just thought you might have noticed that she was missing!"

Ryan reached behind him and pulled Vivian into the doorway. She was gagged and tied up.

"What the hell is going on here!?" I asked, frantically.

"Don't worry about it. No harm will come to her as long as you pass my test." said Ryan. 

"Why are you doing this!?" I snarled.

"I just want to make sure you take this seriously," said Ryan, "If you don't pass the test, I'll have a little fun with her."

"If you so much as touch her--" I began.

"You won't be able to do anything about it," said Ryan, walking out into the hallway a little, "If you don't want to do it anymore, then walk away now and take Vivian with you. But if you do that, you'll be labelled as a cowardly cheater forever."

I looked at Vivian. She was crying and seemed to be pleading me to back off. But if I did that, not only would all my hard work be in vain, but Ryan would have won. And he would have won using deceit and blackmail. But, I had a chance to stop him here and now... I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let this opportunity slide.

"I'm sorry, Viv. But this is something I have to do..." I said.

"Good choice," said Ryan, looking quite deranged, "To pass my test, you have to go all the way with the cheerleader that's waiting for you in there. She has no idea what's going on, so you'll have your work cut out for you. I'll be locking the door, so you won't be able to leave until you pass. If you can't seduce her or if you provide a lousy performance, then you fail."

"Performance?" I asked.

"Oh, Vivian and I will be watching the whole thing." said Ryan.

Before I could say anything else, Ryan pushed me through the open door and slammed it shut behind me. I heard a clanking sound as he locked the door.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all..." I said.

I was right, of course. Because as I looked around the room, I saw that the cheerleader I was supposed to seduce was unconscious on the floor. Upon further investigation, I realized that it was Hailey, the school's only openly gay student and captain of the cheerleaders.

"What did you do to her?" I asked, actually a little scared, "And more importantly, why did you do this to her?"

"How else was I supposed to get her in here?" said Ryan, who must be able to hear me out in the hall, "Even if she was straight, she wouldn't willingly come here."

There was a long awkward silence wherein I seriously started to question myself. Was I really going to do this? Sure, I was locked in here, but if I waited long enough, surely Ryan would go home eventually, or maybe a teacher would show up... No, wait, they wouldn't, it's Friday. Teachers wouldn't show up until Monday morning... Well, that settled it, as long as I was trapped in here, I might as well try.

"Come on, Xander, I don't want this to take all night!" called Ryan.

I gave a great sigh, and took my shirt off. Then I got down on my knees and propped Hailey upright. I gave her a few careful nudges and shakes, and eventually she came to.

"What's going on!?" she whimpered, "What are you a rapist?"

"No, no, Hailey relax, it's me, Xander." I said, soothingly.

"Sorry... Wait... What are you doing here?" she asked, wincing as she looked around, "And where exactly is 'here' anyway?"

"We're in the detention room on the top floor." I said, patting her on the back.

"Okay... But why?" she asked, absent-mindedly moving my hand away.

"Well, I sort of got us into a predicament. But I had no idea you'd get involved." I sighed.

"Well, that makes me feel so much better..." she said, noticing that my shirt was gone, "Where's your shirt?"

"I lost my trial today. It turns out that Ryan framed me. Afterwards, he challenged me to a rematch and I accepted it before thinking it through. So now we're both stuck in here until I can satisfy Ryan... Which probably won't happen until we satisfy each other." I said, hoping she would still understand the cliff notes version.

"You mean the trial about your football team initiation?" asked Hailey.

"Yeah." I said.

"So we have to... Have sex?" she muttered.

"It's the only way to get out of here." I said.

"You're full of shit, Xander!" she snapped, standing up and heading for the door, "I'm leaving. The police will be hearing about this, mark my words!"

She got to the door, but couldn't open it because Ryan had locked it.

"I told you, Hailey," I said, "The only way out is to put aside our differences and--"

"No!" she screamed, "I don't care if we're trapped in here I am not going to have sex on command like that! Especially not with people watching."

She noticed Vivian was tied up and her face sank.

"Not only did you trap yourself in here with me, but you trapped her out there with that whack job!?" shrieked Hailey, "Damnit Xander! How stupid do you have to be to fall for something like tha--"

She stopped talking mid-sentence. I had slapped her right across the face. I was horrified... What on Earth possessed me to do that!? But I didn't stop there. I looked down at her snarled.

"Yell at me all you want. But never call me stupid. NEVER! I wish I had never agreed to this rematch, but I let my emotions think for me and now we're trapped. And the girl I love isn't in here with me. I did this. I did all of this. And now, the only way I can fix it is to do one more stupid thing. And you're going to help me, whether you like it or not!"

I meant every word I had said, but I never would've said them aloud in a million years. I felt an immense sensation of rage and hatred surface from deep down inside of me. It was so strong that it seemed to take control of me. My morale and conscious were buried under a surge of blind fury. And I was a slave to these emotions that I never knew I had. What a surreal experience. I was consciously aware of what I was doing, but was so overcome by anger that I couldn't control myself.

"If you touch me again, I'll kill you." sobbed Hailey.

"You'd only be hurting yourself, sweetie," I murmured, "The only person that can get us out of here is me. I don't see what the big deal is. So what if you're gay? It'll still feel great. I see this as a win-win situation, but for some reason, you're seeing it as a lose-lose situation."

"Stay away from me you freak!" snapped Hailey, spitting in my face.

"I'll make this quick and clean, then we'll both be able to leave." I said, reaching forward and pulling her towards me.

Hailey kicked and thrashed. Normally she could've put up a decent fight, but since she had been drugged a little while ago, she wasn't strong enough to stop me. I was actually of myself now. How long had these emotions been bottled up inside of me? What exactly brought them to the surface so fast?

"Please don't make this harder than it needs to be." I urged.

"LET ME GO!" screamed Hailey.

I reached out and started unbuttoning her blouse. Hailey kept squirming and fighting, but all that really did is was make the buttons come loose. Once the shirt was undone I simply pulled it off. Hailey didn't wear bras very often, so I wasn't surprised that there was no bra for me to worry about. Her beautiful, supple tits followed each of her frantic movements with ease.

"Those are amazing." I said, fondling them with my one free hand.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, you prick." groaned Hailey.

"Sticks and stones, babe." I said, giving each nipple a few good licks.

Despite her resistance, Hailey's nipples still got hard. It just proved my point. She might be a lesbian, but she would still ultimately get off by means of my dick.

"Your words and body say no," I grunted, "But your nipples say yes."

I pinned her down on the ground and unzipped her pants. Hailey tried to kick me away, but she still couldn't break free. Seizing my chance, I yanked her pants off, revealing her Chinese character tattoo, bald pussy and pierced clit.

"Xander, please stop!" she moaned, trying to break free.

"Not until I earn our freedom!" I whispered, going down on her.

I nibbled at her adorable little clit ring for a while before adding my tongue and lips into the mix. Her being a lesbian was giving me enhanced enthusiasm. I didn't want to just make her cum, I wanted to make her cum hard enough to almost give up women and go back to men.

"Mmmmm, that feels amazing!" sobbed Hailey, biting her upper lip in frustration.

This must be so confusing for her. She was fighting as hard as she could to stop me from fucking her, while at the same time, still enjoying the sex itself. No wonder she was crying.

"Can't you just be satisfied with this?" sputtered Hailey, her pussy getting wetter and wetter despite her best efforts.

"It's not up to me when we can be let out, it's up to him." I said, pointing at Ryan who was staring mesmerized at us.

I slid a few fingers into her wet, juicy pussy and got a few squeals in return. Hailey kept crying, but I didn't let that stop me. I was in the moment now and I wasn't going to stop until I couldn't go any longer. I just kept finger fucking her, I used all my best moves, but after two minutes, she was still crying and we weren't getting anywhere. It was time to take the final step and (hopefully) temporarily embrace the darkness. I let go of Hailey, and she didn't try to get away. Instead she looked up at me and gave me the same look Vivian had. She was pleading with her eyes now too.

"I'm sorry, Hailey," I whispered, "But this is something I have to do..."

I unzipped my pants and took them off. When Hailey saw the bulge in my boxers that was my rock hard cock, her eyes grew even wider and she slowly started backing away from me into the corner or the room.




After School Adventures Ch. 08



"NO! DADDY! PLEASE!" she screamed at the top of her voice.

Hailey gasped and covered her mouth, shocked that she had just said that out loud. I understood everything now. She was a lesbian because her father sexually abused her as a child, scaring her off of men entirely, except a few male friends here and there. As much as I wanted to stop traumatizing her, I still felt like was trapped inside my body, watching the situation unfold.

I pulled my boxers down, revealing my fully erect 7" dick.

"Xander, please don't do this." wailed Hailey, curling up into the fetal position.

I grabbed her legs and dragged her out of the corner. I laid her down on top of the table and spread her legs open again. I saw that beautiful piercing again. Whether or not I was hard because I successfully overpowered a lesbian or because I was in the room with a gorgeous naked girl no longer mattered to me. I was standing on the border, about to take that step, unsure if I would ever return.

"Well, there's only one way to find out..." I sighed.

I slid my cock deep into Hailey's pussy. But she didn't try to stop me. Instead, she just looked at me, right into my eyes. I looked away, ashamed of myself, but still unable to stop myself doing these terrible things. I gave a few more thrusts, and heard Hailey moan and groan a little between gentle sobs.

"You see, girl? You got yourself all worked up for nothing. In the end, they always enjoy it." I grunted.

I reached down and started rubbing Hailey's clit ring again. She was obviously still enjoying the sensation, but her behaviour said otherwise. She was muttering something under her breath over and over again.

It sounded like she was muttering "I've been a bad girl and I deserve this. Daddy is punishing me because he loves me."

The part of me that was trapped underneath all the rage was heartbroken. What kind of sick bastard would ever put someone as sweet as Hailey through this? I comforted myself by shifting the blame onto Ryan. It was his fault I had to do this to her.

I popped my dick out of her pussy and she rolled over automatically. Her round, juicy ass was perfectly lined up with my cock. I slid it back inside and picked up the pace. Her pussy was still sopping wet, and Hailey was still muttering to herself. I glanced up at Ryan whose pupils were following my every move. He didn't seem to notice that he had awoken something awful inside me.

"How much longer do you have to keep doing this? Haven't I already learned my lesson?" asked Hailey, still sobbing quietly.

I couldn't tell whether she was her talking directly to me or not, ignoring her question, I pulled a chair behind myself and collapsed into it without ever taking my dick out of her pussy. Hailey spun around to face me and started bouncing up and down on my cock like she was on auto-pilot or something. I grabbed hold of her gorgeous tits and gave them more attention. Her nipples were still hard.

"Why does it sound like you're enjoying yourself while punishing me?" moaned Hailey, whose legs had started to tremble.

I stood up and held onto Hailey. She kept bouncing on my dick as if we were still stable on the chair. It felt like she weighed next to nothing. With every bounce, I felt the familiar tingling sensation. I was moments away from cumming, which was no doubt what Ryan was waiting for. Just then, Hailey shrieked and started trembling all over.

"Why does it feel so good down there when you're punishing me? Are you sure you're doing it right?" panted Hailey.

Seconds later, my cock was drowned in a wave of pussy juice. Hailey had just cum. There was no time to lose. I pulled out in the nick of time and sat back down on the chair and came in a burst of orgasmic pleasure. Four huge globs of cum shot out of my dick and splattered all over Hailey's tattoo. 

"What is this stuff, Daddy?" said Hailey, sitting down on the table and passing out.

It was finally over. Any minute now, Ryan would open the door and let us out.   

"XANDER! STOP!" screamed Ryan, "You're a monster! Look what you did to the poor thing! Sure, I kidnapped two girls and held them hostage. And I also broke into the Principal's office to steal the key to this detention room! I even used illegal drugs to bring Hailey here! But what you did to her... It was beyond evil... It was unspeakable!"

I felt a sharp pain in my chest that brought me to my knees, gasping for breath. I felt liberated as that unbearable anger subsided. I looked over at Hailey who was unconscious and had a large cum puddle over her tattoo. I gagged at the sight of her before rushing over to the garbage can to throw up. This didn't end at all how we had planned. 

Ryan broke down and sobbed too. I saw him crawl towards the door and heard the loud noise of it unlocking. Then it opened and he brought Vivian in with him and led her over to me.

"You win," sighed Ryan, "P-P-Please don't hurt me!"

"That wouldn't accomplish anything," I said, "I already got what I wanted." smirking.

"What are you talking about?" asked Ryan.

"I was trying to teach you a lesson," I said, "I wanted you to learn that lying and deceit is not the way to get ahead in life."

"I did learn that. I learned it the moment she stopped fighting you." stuttered Ryan.

"Well then why didn't you say something!?" I snarled, "I only kept going because I thought that's what it would take!"

"Why does it bother you so much that I manipulate people to get what I want?" asked Ryan, "It's not like I'm handsome and athletic like you."

"I wasn't like this," I said, "I was at the bottom of the food chain once too. But I worked hard for a long time to look like this. I earned every one of these muscles myself."

"I thought that by proving you were a "fraud" that I'd be able to simply fill your shoes. But even when I triumphed over you, you still came out on top," said Ryan, "Everybody in this school knows I framed you. The only reason I won was because Vivian didn't testify."

"I'm just glad you learned the lesson." I said.

"But was teaching me that really worth putting Hailey through Hell?" asked Ryan, "When I put you in there, I thought for sure you'd give up."

"I would have, but something came over me." I muttered, "It was horrible. It was like I turned into the Hulk or something, only I was aware of what I was doing to her."

I walked over to Hailey and shook her. Her eyes opened again and she looked at me as if she was that little girl and I was her sexually abusive father. Once I saw that Ryan was long gone, I winked at her.

"Well, he learned his lesson," I said, apologetically. "Thanks for much for helping out, Hailey."

Someone handed me clothes. I looked down and saw that it was Vivian. She was untied and had sorted our clothes for us.

I got dressed quickly. While I did so, Vivian was laughing. She had no idea...

"What a loser! He fell for it!" she chuckled, handing Hailey her clothes and a paper towel, "You two are great actors, you had me totally convinced."

"But I wasn't acting," sniffed Hailey, wiping my huge load off her tattoo, "I was reacting normally. Xander was the one who was acting. There were times when I totally forgot it was still him."

Vivian stopped laughing and joined us in looking solemn. Hailey pulled her clothes on too, and then used a clean part of the paper towel to blow her nose and wipe her eyes.

"I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am Hailey. I went way too far. I know there's nothing I can do to make things right again," I said, despairingly, "Something happened to me and until I figure out what it was and how to make sure it never comes back, I think it'd be best for all of us if I left town for a while."

"Xander, please don't go because of me," said Hailey, "All you did was remind me that I never really dealt with the trauma of my Dad's punishments."

"But you wouldn't have had to endure them again if I hadn't lost control," I said, "I couldn't bear it if that happened again."

"I said I'm fine!" said Hailey, "It's nothing years of therapy won't fix."

"I never should have got you involved in this," said Vivian, "It's just that when Ryan said he'd be picking a cheerleader for Xander, I knew right away that it would be you. He wanted Xander to fail, so obviously he chose you thinking that not even Xander could seduce a lesbian."

"Vivian, please don't take the blame for this," I said, "None of this would have happened if I had just left well enough alone. I had no right trying to teach Ryan a lesson."

"You did what no one else would've done," said Hailey, "If you hadn't done something, Ryan would've ended up in a lot more trouble. You should be proud."

"Yeah, getting two girls and yourself kidnapped in one day is a pretty impressive feat." I said, standing up and heading for the door.

"Xander, please don't go," said Vivian, "I heard what you said earlier and I think I love you too."

"If that's true, then you'll still feel the same way by the time I come back." I said, giving her one last hug before heading through the open door in search of answers and some peace of mind...

TO BE CONTINUED



After School Adventures Ch. 09



PART 9

"LONELINESS"

Being depressed and lonely is really boring, I noticed. As I laid face down on my bed in my underwear, I kept trying to come up with a way to get over this funk and move on, but I wasn't having much luck. After a while, I heard my little brother, Spencer, dash into my room.

"What's up, Viv?" he asked, obviously trying to help.

"Ugh..." I groaned, not really in the mood for talking.

"You haven't moved since you got back from the bathroom," he sighed, "Mom sent me up here to tell you there's pancakes on the table if you're hungry."

"Ugh..." I groaned again.

"So, basically if you don't come down to eat, I'm having your share." He teased, hoping to get a rise out of me.

"Come on, Vivian!" he grunted, punching my arm playfully, "Get up!"

I really wanted to, but every time I did, my stomach hurt. I really missed Xander. No one had seen him since the incident at the school 2 weeks ago. He left just after we realized our true feelings with other. It was kind of hard for me to just ignore his absence, especially since he, along with Hailey Klassen, the Cheerleading Captain, helped me realize that I'm bisexual. It took being apart from both of them for me to decide that. Xander was gone, but Hailey wasn't. She might as well have left too, because I haven't seen her for a while either.

"Okay," said Spencer, sounding desperate, "You leave me no choice."

I heard him leave my room. Then, seconds later, I heard him come back again. He didn't say anything, which seemed odd. Just then something cold and wet touched my bare back. I shrieked and leapt to my feet, furious.

"You had your chance to get up," he giggled, "But you didn't listen."

"That means leave me alone," I snapped, "Not put an ice cube on my back!"

"It does in my dictionary," said Spencer, "Now get dressed so you can show Mom that you're still alive."

"Fine..." I sighed.

As I scoured the ground for a shirt, my phone rang. Only a handful of people knew the number, so I wasn't really surprised to hear Monica's voice when I answered.

"Howdy, cousin!" she said.

"Oh, it's you." I muttered.

"Viv, are you still moping about Xander being AWOL?" she asked.

"I can't stop thinking about him," I whined, "I hate feeling this way!"

"Nobody likes feeling that way," said Monica, "Not even the emo kids that hang out in the school basement."

"Then how do I get over it?" I asked, "You must have some ideas!"

"Do something to distract yourself," said Monica, "Like, for example, babysitting."

"I don't know anybody who needs a babysitter." I said.

"I do," said Monica, building the suspense, "Mr. Hartford."

"So that's where he went?" I gasped, "I thought he just quit."

"No, his wife got pregnant," said Monica, "He took paternity leave because she makes more money at her job."

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"They told me all about it when they asked me to babysit for them," said Monica, "But I can't make it tonight, so I said I'd ask you to do it instead."

"Well, alright," I said, "It's better than sitting around all day."

"Atta girl!" said Monica, delighted, "I'll text you the details in a second."

"Okay..." I said, "Thanks!"

I hung up the phone in time to see Spencer standing in the doorway. His hand was red. Looks like Mom had slapped his hand for trying to steal my pancakes again.

"So, I had a change of heart," he said, "I don't want any of your pancakes."

He walked away towards his room.

*

I showed up at Mr. Hartford's house ten minutes early. The porch light was on, so they were obviously expecting me. I raised my hand to knock on the door, but it opened before I could.

"Hi! You must be Vivian!" said Mr. Hartford, pulling me inside, "Make yourself at home, I'll be with you in a minute."

I sat down on the couch and looked out the window. There was a black man mowing his lawn across the street. I don't know why he was doing that in the evening, but he was. He looked kind of hostile. I watched him for a while. There was something about him that I found interesting.

"Vivian," said Mr. Hartford, softly, "This is Mellie."

I looked behind me to see him holding a precious baby girl. She was looking at me just like I had been looking at the man across the street. I stood up and walked over to him.

"She's adorable!" I moaned as Mellie grabbed the tip of my finger.

"She's already been fed, so all you'll have to do is give her a bath and put her to bed," said Mr. Hartford, "Emergency numbers are on the table and, uh, help yourself to anything in the fridge... Except the last piece of cheesecake."

"Actually, sweetie, if you don't mind, go ahead and eat that," said Mrs. Hartford, walking up behind him, "He had a hard enough time getting into his suit tonight as it is."

"We should be back by around 11:00pm," said Mr. Hartford, walking over to Mellie's crib and setting her down, "Oh yeah, and um, if that guy you were staring at from across the street comes over, feel free to let him in. He's Mellie's pediatrician."

"Why, is she sick or something?" I asked.

"Not at all, he just likes to drop by and check on her every now and then." said Mr. Hartford, "He's just across the street after all, so I figure why pass up a free check-up for little Melanie?"

"Also, John owes him money from poker last week," said Mrs. Hartford, rolling her eyes, "Don't worry about him, Dr. Graham wouldn't hurt a fly."

"Well, Honey, we better get going." said Mr. Hartford.

"Thanks again, Vivian," said Mrs. Hartford, "We'll see you tonight."

I waved goodbye as they left and then lay down on the couch again.

"Oh yeah, this is much better..." I sighed, "Now I can be depressed with a little company."

I leaned my head back and looked at Mellie.

"I don't suppose you know how to get over depression, do you?" I asked.

Mellie just gurgled at me. Obviously she couldn't talk yet.

"Come on, Mellie, let's get you all nice and clean." I said, picking her up gently.

As I walked over to the kitchen, I saw that they had left a baby bath out for me. That'd make it a lot easier. I filled the bath up and took off Mellie's clothes. She was so quiet. I really expected her to cry or fidget, but she was no trouble at all. Once she was clean, I dried her off and rocked her in my arms for a while before putting her clothes back on.

"I'll have to remember to tell Monica that I want to take over as official babysitter for them," I muttered, "$4 an hour and there's hardly anything to do."

I carried Mellie back over to her crib and set her back down. She looked up at me curiously. I wasn't her mother, but, that didn't seem to bother her. I tucked her in and she fell asleep within minutes, sucking her thumb.

I was about to sit down on the couch when there was a knock at the door. Maybe Mellie's parents had forgotten something?

I peered through the peephole and saw the black man from across the street.

"Hello? Anybody home?" said a very deep, slow voice from the other side of the door.

I opened the door carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Mellie.

"You're the babysitter, right?" asked Dr. Graham.

"Yes, I am. My name's Vivian." I said.

Mrs. Hartford might have said that he wouldn't hurt a fly, but that didn't stop me from being extremely intimidated by him. Dr. Graham was huge, at least 6'5" with broad shoulders and large arms. He shaved his head bald, but had a simple, well groomed goatee. He smelled like gasoline, probably because he had just been mowing the lawn. But apart from the smell of fuel there was also cologne.

"I'm Dr. Graham," he said, grabbing my hand and kissing it, "But you can call me Richard."

I found myself quite flustered. I was extremely attracted to him, but also a bit afraid of him at the same time.

"So... Richard?" I stuttered, "What brings you here?"

"John owes me a small poker debt," he said, "I just thought I'd drop by and see if he had the money yet."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I don't know," I said, "But, um... Would you maybe like to come in for a while?"

"Sure, why not?" said Dr. Graham, ducking so that he could fit through the door.

I locked the door behind him and closed the blinds in the living room.

"That's a nice dress you're wearing," he said, 'Do you always dress up so nice when you babysit?"

"Oh, thanks!" I giggled, 'No, it's just that um, all my other clothes are in the wash."

"So, do you know the Hartfords at all?" asked Dr. Graham.

"Mr. Hartford is a teacher at my school," I said, "He's always helping out my cousin in her studies."

"So, John is a teacher is he?" chuckled Dr. Graham, "Well, that explains why he makes such outrageous bets in poker."

"How much does he owe you?" I asked.

"Two thousand dollars," said Dr. Graham, "A thousand from each of our last two games."

"You call that small?" I gasped, "That'd be enough for me to buy a car!"

"Well, okay, it's small for me," said Dr. Graham, "But for a teacher it's a lot."

We sat down on the couch. Dr. Graham kept giving me a peculiar look. I also noticed that he seemed to be trying to peek up my dress. If I wasn't so turned on I would've snapped at him. There was a period of awkward silence, during which Mellie's gentle breathing was all that could be heard. It was actually quite soothing. After a while though, Dr. Graham broke the silence.

"What are you wearing underneath that dress?" he asked.

That comment shocked me a little. I wasn't expecting him to be forward. I pretended that I was both shy and offended, because I didn't want Dr. Graham to know I was attracted to him.

"Underwear..." I said, confusedly.

"I've been thinking..." said Dr. Graham, "Since John doesn't have my money, why don't you pay off the debt on his behalf?"

"I don't have two-thousand dollars!" I snorted, "If I did, do you really think I'd be here babysitting?"

"Oh I know you don't have the money," said Dr. Graham, "But there are other things you could do..."

"Like what?" I asked, innocently.

Dr. Graham leaned in and kissed me. I could smell the gasoline and cologne again. But this time there was a bit of a minty smell as well. I think he had used that breath spray stuff before he came in. He was a good kisser, being an older man he would have had a lot of experience over the years. His beard was tickling my chin, but I was so desperate to get my mind off of Xander that I didn't care.

"Is this okay with you?" asked Dr. Graham, "Because I'll stop if it isn't..."

I just stared at him. I was sort of hypnotized by lust. I now understood why men would sometimes say really stupid things while talking to girls because at that very moment, I was about to say "You smell good", but luckily, I managed to stop myself. Dr. Graham leaned in and kissed me again. While he did so, I felt his hand reach down and start pulling off my dress. He was doing it very slowly, almost as if he wanted to build up suspense before seeing me in my underwear. Before he had really even touched me, my nipples were starting to get hard.

"Normally I wouldn't let you do this, but... I think this is something I need." I said, sighing.

"Bad breakup?" he asked.

"Sort of... We weren't technically dating, but it still hurts just as much." I said.

"Normally I wouldn't want to be the rebound guy," said Dr. Graham, "But you're just so beautiful that I'll make an exception."

"Well then everything works out." I moaned as Dr. Graham kissed me again.

I felt my dress move down past my shoulders as Dr. Graham continued pulling it off. I shivered slightly once it was all the way off. It was a little chilly.

"Wow..." said Dr. Graham, admiring my body as though I was a famous painting.

His attention went straight to my navel piercing. He sucked on it and licked it, which I didn't think would ever actually arouse me, but the way he was doing it did. The chilly room, that manly smell, the kisses and fondling, it all added up and made me horny. It seemed like that's something you can only feel once you've had sex a few times. Not only were my nipples rock hard, but my pussy was starting to get wet. It wouldn't be long before Dr. Graham noticed.

"You must drive all the boys at your school crazy." he sighed, moving his mouth lower and lower.

"People keep saying that about me," I said, "But it's not true."

Dr. Graham shrugged to show it didn't matter. Then he gently nibbled at my underwear and pulled them off with his teeth.

"Well, for what it's worth, you drive me crazy," he whispered, "I mean, look at this precious little pussy of yours..."

With my panties still around my legs at the knees, Dr. Graham licked his finger and carefully started caressing my clit. His hands were rough, not sandpaper rough, but not soft like Xander's or Hailey's hands. I shuddered as a tingle of sensation rushed through my body.

"You're already wet." he moaned.

"That's because you drive me crazy, too." I gasped, another tingle rushing through my body.

As Dr. Graham slid his finger inside me, I shuddered. His index finger was almost the same size as the dildo I bought myself after Hailey helped loosen me up enough to masturbate. I was so horny that I felt like I could do anything, even take Dr. Graham's likely enormous cock. The fact that his hands were so rough just made everything more erotic. It felt like I had a ribbed dildo in my pussy even though it only his finger.

"Are you nervous, girl?" he muttered, "You keep shaking and trembling."

"I guess I'm a little nervous..." I said, "But that feels so good that I'm quivering even more."

"If you like this, then just wait until we get to the main attraction," said Dr. Graham, "Unless of course if you think you're ready for it now."

"Oh... I thought you'd never ask..." I moaned, relieved when I noticed that I was no longer thinking about Xander.

I pulled my underwear the rest of the way off and then unhooked my bra just as Dr. Graham unzipped his fly. His dick was so big that the head of it was poking out from under his waistline. It was huge in girth--over an inch thick and at least 9 inches long.

"Open your pretty little legs..." he ordered, stroking his iron hard cock.

"You don't want me to suck it?" I said, half relieved and half surprised.

"Naw, babe, I just want to watch you bounce on my dick." said Dr. Graham.

"It's probably too big for me to do that," I whispered, "But I'll give it a shot."

I got off the couch and pulled his pants down, ending up on my knees. While I did so, Dr. Graham pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a totally smooth, relatively toned chest. I stood up and pushed him, he collapsed on the couch, stroking his cock in anticipation.

"Last chance to back out..." he said, gently.

Facing him, I slowly began to squat until I could feel the immense bulk of his dick rub against my pussy, with was still drenched. I took a deep breath and held it as I let it penetrate me. I knew it would be big, but that was when I hadn't been taking into account how tight my pussy was. I had, after all, only had sex once. Since, masturbation doesn't seem to untighten it at all.

"Holy shit! That is a tight fucking pussy, girl!" groaned Dr. Graham.

"It's only this tight because you're hung like a horse." I moaned.

It felt like it took hours to go all the way down on it, even though it was more like thirty seconds. The fact that I was soaked down there also helped, but only a little. Rather than "bouncing" like the doctor had suggested, I started off slowly, teasing both of us, by grinding on it in a circular pattern. To be honest, it was like a sumo wrestler trying to use a hula hoop.

"It's like you've clogged me up. Does it feel good inside me doc?" 

"Oh yeah... You're so fucking sexy!" he grunted, grabbing a firm hold on my waist.

Dr. Graham started to steer now. He pulled up and down on my waist and I mimicked the speed and rythym. The more I worked it, the easier it got, just like how they tought us to knead dough in home ec.

"Grab a hold of me, cutie, we're going for a ride." said Dr. Graham, standing up.

I clung on to him and shrieked as he suddenly began to pound me. He was fucking me so hard that with every thrust his cock nearly came all the way out of my pusssy. With him in control, it went much deeper, I couldn't keep myself from squealing.

"Mmmm... I hope we don't wake the baby!" I yelped.

"Don't you worry about that, she can sleep through anything." he said, now thrusting even faster.

"Even me cumming really hard?" I panted.

Just as I started to hyperventilate, Dr. Graham carefully set me down on the couch. I knew all too well what that meant, but as it turns out, so did he, because before too long, he had leaned in a started to lick my clit, which just made me cum even harder. As I gasped for air, Dr. Graham stood above me, jerking off his enormous dick.

"Where do you want it?" he asked, playfully.

"Blow your load all over my titties, doc." I shuddered, as my orgasm came to an end.

It seemed as though watching the girls enjoy the orgasms that his huge cock gave them was better than porn for the doctor, because it didn't take very long for him to cum. Three, four, five, six globs of jizz landed all over my chest, I was so turned on that I even rubbed it around like hand lotion before licking a little of it from my fingers.

"Just as the doctor ordered." I said.

We both shared a laugh and one last kiss before Dr. Graham mopped himself off and started to get dressed again.

"Ahem... Well, uh, that was certainly fun," he said, "For what it's worth, you can tell John that we're even. I don't think he'll question it."

"You know I didn't do this to pay off his debt, right?" I asked.

"Yes, but, I still got something in exchange regardless." chuckled Dr. Graham, "I'm not trying to imply you're a whore, Vivian. Believe me when I say that I respect you completely."

"Thanks, doc," I said, blushing, "Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Call me Richard." he said, unlocking the door.

"But "doctor" is so much kinkier," I said, "You didn't answer my question."

"But you don't really want me to answer. You're head over heels for someone else. I'm just a rebound guy, remember?" said Dr. Graham, winking at me as he closed the door.

Once he was gone, Monica opened the door and barged in.

"Oops! My bad!" she giggled.

"You knew I was going to end up doing that, didn't you?" I asked.

"Naturally." she said, tossing me some more tissues to mop myself up.

"Don't bother... I'm a mess. Can you watch Mellie while I take a quick shower?" I sighed.

"Sure thing. cuz." she said, giving me the thumbs up.

I could've asked why Monica hadn't revealed her intentions from the start, but, it didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. She might have tricked me, but her heart was in the right place. And, well, her plan did work, so, I guess I really had nothing to complain about. After all, I was still earning $4 an hour...

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