>Shit, where are those assholes!
>You peer through the vent holes in the closet door you were put in, looking up at the clock on the opposite wall.
>4:00pm
>Three of the football team members snuck a blindfold onto you after school today and forced you into the closet of a classroom, though just by looking you can't tell which.
>They told you they'd come back later to let you out, but they probably forgot.
>This has become a twice or so weekly thing, so you wouldn't blame them.
>If you have to be honest, there really isn't anything keeping you in the closet, since the closet door doesn't have any locks on it, and it would look too suspicious to prop something against it to keep it shut.
>You just know from experience that if they find out you left they'll bug you about it tomorrow, and probably punish you for it.
>The punishment part isn't even the thing you care about, it's just the epitome of tedium having to deal with those assholes.
>Hell, The closets in this school are actually rather spacious, they even have their own lights.
>You wish you had something in your backpack other than homework to do, especially since you got so bored you already finished it.
>You peer through the vent again.
>4:01pm
>Fuck it, your done.
>You open the closet door, but just as soon as you do you see the classroom door opposite you open.
>You quickly shut yours again, worried that it's the football guys.
>No, it's not them, but you almost wish it was.
 
>It's two people, a taller, teal-haired female teacher wearing a cream colored tunic over black leggings, and a female student with short bone-white hair with dyed purple tips wearing jeans shorts and a bomber jacket with a plain white tank top underneath.
>Of course it would be Mrs. C's classroom they stuck you in, and of COURSE she'd be talking to Gilda. Fuck your luck, god fucking damn it.
>Most of the girls in the schools outright ignore you, or worse, call you the dreaded and piteous "Cute".
>The only exception is Gilda, who actively bullies you worse than the football team. Worse because the football team tends to just mess with you when they see you, but Gilda seems to actively track you down.
>Mrs. C on the other hand well...
>The best way to put it is that to most of the other guys she's the teacher they want to fuck, and to most of the girls she's the woman they want to be in the future.
>Mrs. C is also the only one you've known that's been able to pull off the "I'm your friend and your teacher" thing that so many teacher's strive for.
>You can see where most of your other classmates are coming from but... But there is always been something about Mrs. C that rubs you the wrong way, you don't know what it is or why, because she's been nothing but friendly to you but...
>Occasionally you catch snatches of odd, almost appraising looks at students, and more than once there has been a prank at school that has been rumored to be traced back to her, though nothing more than that.
 
>"Get the door." Mrs. C says, walking to her desk and siting down, disappearing behind the piece of furniture as you hear the sound of opening and closing drawers.
>Gilda responds by clicking the lock on the door as she walks in and nudges it close with her hip.
>She then walks in front of Mrs. C desk and waits for her to reappear.
>Finally extricating some papers, Mrs. C continues, "As I was saying, you and I were a lot more alike than you can imagine, Gilda."
>"Yeah?" Gilda says, obvious disbelief in her voice.
>"Yup, neither of us took shit from anyone. Both of us came from bad backgrounds. We both were the pranksters-in-chief at our school..."
>Mrs. C then looks more pointedly at Gilda and says, "...And both of us had no friends."
>Even though Gilda is turned away from you, you can still see the annoyance from her posture, "Fuck you!"
>"Maybe later" Mrs. C responds.
>Wait what.
>"Why would I want to be friends with any of the dweebs here anyway. I want... Err... I have friends, I mean I'm friends with you, aren't I?"
>Mrs. C sighs and says, "Yes, we are friends Gilda, but it's not the same thing. I'm not saying you should become 'Miss Fucking Popular' or anything, just one other friend at least. I mean, you'd be surprised how many avenues for trouble getting just one friend can provide."
>"Look, I'll work on it, alright? Can we move on?"
>"Fine, if that's what you want." Mrs. C retorts, holding up a paper with lot's of red highlights on it, though you can't read it's contents. "Another thing we shared in common was our grades, but not even I got close to failing language arts! I mean look at this fucking paper, did you even try? There is only so far I can push a C- before people might start getting suspicious."
 
>Gilda leans over the desk, and from your angle all you see is her jean-covered pear shaped ass.
>God damn it she is hot, if only she wasn't a fucking bitch.
>"Guess I have to do some extra credit? I'm sure there must be some sort of... Project I could work on."
>It goes silent for a second after that, and even though you can't see it, from the proximity of their faces you can guess that they are kissing.
>"Well I think I-"
>Mrs. C suddenly stops, and looks your direction.
>Shit, did she see you? It doesn't really look like she is looking at you, but she is definitely looking your direction.
>Mrs. C stands up, and Gilda looks your direction as well, and then back.
>"What?"
>"The light in the closet is on."
>Shit, fuck!
>"And?" Gilda says, annoyance plain in her voice.
>"I've worked here for a while now, and I've never seen that light on." Mrs. C says, walking towards the closet.
>Shit shit fuck fuck fuuuuck. You look around in hope for some sort of exit from the closet, but there isn't anything in here except mops and cleaning supplies.
>"So the janitor left the light on on accident, big deal."
>"Gilda, it's never good to take chances."
>You get to your feet. No point in trying to hide. And really, you haven't done anything wrong.
>The door opens, and the sight of a shocked Gilda and a surprising calm Mrs. C greets you.
>Gilda looks like she is going to sputter something, but Mrs. C starts first.
>"How much did you hear?"
>"And pick your words wisely!" Gilda adds at the end.
>"Gilda, shut up."
>Gilda follows instructions, but she is pounding her fist into her other one, and you know that when she gets her hands on you tomorrow that may very well be the end.
 
>Fuck it, if you aren't surviving this then neither are they.
"I've heard enough to get you two in trouble, I know that much."
>Gilda raises a fist and advances towards you saying, "If you tell anyone I'll-"
>"Shush!" Mrs. C says, not turning to look at her, but bringing a finger up to Gilda's lips as she see passes, stopping her in her tracks.
>You hear grumbling but no other words from the white haired bully. For some reason that also made her brush visibly.
>Mrs. C then looks past you into the closet.
>"Why were you in there?"
"None of your business."
>"Ah, I see. The football team again, huh?"
>You feel your cheeks light up, but you can't think of a good lie. She clearly knows anyway, so what's the point.
>She grins at you. It's an odd sort of grin. Happy, but also a bit mischievous. It sends a chill down your spine.
>"Out of curiosity, why haven't you told any teachers? Or even the principal?"
"I dunno."
>Every single bully has made it clear to you what exactly they'll do if you snitch on them, but you don't believe half of the things you hear. In fact, you are quite sure things will get better for you if you went and tattled. You aren't exactly sure of the real reason yourself, but you just feel like that if you have to call on assistance then you will have somehow lost to all the people who have harassed you.
>"You don't know?"
>You don't repeat yourself.
>During the silence you give her your best determined stare. Despite the fact that you caught her doing things with a student, you feel like you are the one who is backed into a corner.
>It's that stare she is giving back to you. That odd, appraising look you were thinking about earlier. Her eyes feel like they are digging so deep that they are X-raying you.
>"Interesting..." She says, cocking her head sideways and resting it on her palm.
>You can feel a cold sweat starting to form.
 
>"Do you know why the football team picks on you so much, Anon?"
"I have no idea. I guess because I'm a nerd?"
>Mrs. C giggles. It's actually quite cute, and clashes rather interestingly with the atmosphere of the situation.
>"Gilda." Mrs. C says, not turning away, "Why do you pick on Anon so much?"
>"Huh?" Gilda says, blinking, "It's not like I target him specifically. It's like he said, he's a nerd."
>Finally breaking the stare, Mrs. C put's an arm around Gilda, giving her a rather intimate side hug, making the bully's face blush scarlet. "Yes, you do. And yes, I suppose the whole nerd thing is part of it, but it's not the REAL reason."
>The teacher then steps behind Gilda. Reaching in front of her she opens the bomber jacket all the way and pulls it down slightly.
>Mrs. C then start to massage Gilda's shoulders and says, "True, jocks have been teasing nerds since time immemorable, it's the reason you first saw him as a target probably, but it's not reason you continue to harass him. There are plenty of other nerds in the school, why specifically Anon?"
>God, it's like they forgot you were even here. Not that you are even complaining. With her bomber jacket removed you can clearly see that Gilda is not wearing a bra beneath her tank top, and her tits are almost poking straight through the thin fabric.
>Gilda, her eyes closed and clearly enjoying the massage says, "I don't know, there is just something about him that pisses me off."
>Mrs. C looks into your face and then bends her head forward slightly and bites Gilda's neck, eliciting a moan from the younger female student, which in turn makes your dick jump.
>"Anon, what did you do when the football team first started on you?"
"Nothing. I didn't care. Still don't. Well I mean it'd be nice if they'd stop, but I don't care, not really."
>She nods, and then says, "And what did you do when Gilda started targeting you?"
"Same thing."
>Mrs. C nods, satisfied.
 
>"Do you understand yet, Gilda?"
>"Mmmm...?" is the only response she gets.
>"It's his pride." Mrs. C says, continuing to look at you while she pecks Gilda's neck. "You and all the other bullies were 'pissed off', or more likely, jealous of his pride."
>"Yeah, sure." Gilda says, sarcastically.
>Mrs. C raises her head to Gilda's ear, and whispers, "It's a lot more common than you think."
>She then stands upright and she continues to massage Gilda shoulders.
>"A lot of bullies tend to be emotionally injured, low self-esteem individuals like yourself."
>"W-wha?" Gilda shoots her teacher a genuine hurt look, and you stifle a laugh. You might have felt sorry for Gilda, if she hadn't been doing her best to make your life a living hell.
>"It's okay." Mrs. C coos, "Nothing wrong with that, I was the same way. I'm just saying you are envious of his pride and sense of general self worth, and that's why you find him annoying."
>"Bah, you don't know m-ahh!" Gilda says, unsuccessful holding back a moan of pleasure as Mrs. C gives her a puff on the back of her neck, and then another nip.
>"Let me put it this way, Gilda. Remember how I said you don't take shit from anyone? Well that basically means that you won't take insults lying down, however the disadvantage to that is you have a pretty thin skin when it comes to real or perceived wrongs, and that can get you into a lot of trouble."
>"On the other hand, if I were to describe Anon in the same way, it would be 'Doesn't give a shit about anyone, but also isn't an asshole about it'. Basically he is the exact opposite. He doesn't act up when he is attacked, because he just doesn't give a shit what anyone really thinks about him. However, the downside to that is that on the surface he appears easy to insult and bully, since he just takes it without really caring. You guys actually possess quite rare and admirable traits, and balance each other nicely. I think you'll be the best of friends."
 
 
>You both look up at Mrs. C with the same incredulous look and say,
"Friends?!"
>Gilda's head snaps in your direction and she quickly covers her erect nipples with her arms. Holy shit, she actually did forget you were here. What a bitch!
>Mrs. C stops massaging Gilda and nods, and Gilda looks at you disgusted, and then back up to Mrs. C.
>"Seriously though, you are fucking with me right?"
>"No, I'm not. Trust me, you being around him will only bring good things." She titters.
"Uh, excuse me? What makes you think I'd even want her as a friend?"
>"Well if she is your friend Anon, she won't bully you anymore. Plus, I know you don't have any friends either. Comes with your nature, doesn't it?"
"I have friends!" you say angrily, reminding yourself of a certain someone.
>"You have classmates, lab partners, and people you sit with at lunch. You don't have any real friends. Not really."
>As angry as that statement makes you, it's entirely true. You are completely fine talking and generally socializing with people, but you haven't connected with anyone, not really. You can't even remember the last time you hung out at someone's house, or went to a birthday party. But having someone who has tormented you for so long be that kind of friend... No, It's just impossible.
"No." you say flatly.
>"Ah, is that so. Well off with you then. You had something I assume you wanted to tell the principal, correct?" she says, grinning.
>What the fuck is she- Oh, that's right!
>You start to walk for the door.
>"Well, it was nice knowing you, Gilda. Looks like I might be going away for quite some time though." Mrs. C says, hugging Gilda tightly.
>Gilda looks up at her and then at you and bolts for the door, putting her body between you and the school halls.
>Holding up a fist, she says "I swear to god if you go to the principal I will END you."
 
 
"I don't-"
>"Care" Mrs. C finishes, and you turn to see her sitting on a desk with her legs crossed, watching you both like you were some some TV soap opera, "Jeez, Gilda. It's like you weren't even listening to what I was saying."
>Abandoning that, she grabs you by the shoulders and says, "Please... PLEASE don't do this. I'm sorry for everything. Let me make it up to you, I'll do anything! Just... Just please don't rat us out!"
>You see tears start to well up in her eyes, and her lower lip starts to tremble. You have a fleeting thought that she is probably faking before you realize that she likely isn't. From what you've seen from her so far, she wears her heart on her sleeve far too much to be capable of such a thing. You feel a small crack in your resolve, but everything she has done to you wells back up, and you feel the need to hurt her somehow. More than you are about too.
"Huh, you must really like Mrs. C?"
>She gets flustered again, and with an involuntary eye flick towards Mrs. C she says, "What's that any of your business?"
>You reach for the doorknob, and she hip checks your arm. You yell in pain and attempt to push her off you, but she holds fast.
>"Fine! Alright, I... I like her. A lot. Alright? She... She knows what I've been through, she's been there when I've needed her, and she cares. She ACTUALLY cares. And she's the most real person I've ever met. I-I..."
>You finally manage to pull your arm away from the door. Next you turn your attention to Mrs. C.
"And what about you? Was she just a a nice fuck for you? Another notch in your damn belt?"
>"I see a lot of myself in her. I see a lot of what I've experienced, and I fear the path she could take if I'm not with her. It's like she said, I care about her. I ACTUALLY care, and having been in her position before I know what that means for her."
>You take a careful sideways glance at Gilda.
>She is crying, but smiling.
>Fuck.
 
>You bury your face in your hands, and let out a big sigh.
>You have a chance to get back at Gilda and remove a teacher you now find even more frightening than before from the school but...
>But you just can't.
"Fine. FINE. I won't say anything. Fuck."
>Your shoulders are spun around so you are looking at a ecstatic Gilda, "Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm sorry, I really am."
"Right, just leave me alone from now on, okay?" You say, shrugging her hands off you.
>You reach for the door again, but you are stopped for a comment from Mrs. C
>"So, friends?"
"No. Not friends."
>"I agree Chryssie. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm still grateful, but I don't see how this could work."
>You wonder what the heck "Chryssie" is, but realize it must be what the C stands for. Funny, you never really thought about it until now.
>"You aren't even giving it a chance. You've never had a real friend in your life, Gilda. Friendships, or any relationships for that matter, are built on trust, and trust is, among other things, built on honesty... Honesty built on the hope that it'll make you a better person. The only other person I've known to be as honest as I am to you is the young man standing before us. And let's not forget that despite how you pick on him he wouldn't screw you over when given the chance."
>"But..."
>"Are you denying that stopping you from bullying and making you FINALLY admit your feelings for me are good things?"
>Gilda's eyes go to the floor, and she grumbles something about willing to give it a chance.
>"Well, that only leaves one person." She says, striding over to Gilda, standing behind her and giving her a hug around the waist.
"I said no."
>"Hmm... Still too much bad blood between you two? Can't bring yourself to trust her, even a little?"
>You nod.
>"Well, you know what the best trust exercise is? Sex."
>For the second time today, both you and Gilda look up at Mrs. C and respond at the same time
"What."
 
>"I'm completely serious! Can you imagine the amount of trust involved with letting someone explore the deepest, untouched regions of yourself. I mean, it cemented your trust with me, didn't it Gilda?"
>Gilda, flushing beet red, says, "That was COMPLETELY different!"
>You feel like you should say something, but those perky tank top breasts have caused you to switch down to your lower brain, and you feel that currently discretion is the better part of valour.
>"You are right! We already had a bit of mutual trust built between us, but he doesn't trust you at all. I guess you are just going to have to let him have his way with you in any way he wants. You know, to really build up the trust strong."
>God, if you weren't full mast already, that comment certainly did it.
>Gilda starts spluttering again, and despite how uncomfortably tight your pants are your conscience gets the better of you.
"Look, Mrs. C..."
>"Call me Chryssie"
"Chryssie then. This is starting to feel a bit... Well... Rapey."
>"Anon, it's only rape if she doesn't want it."
>"I DON'T want it!" Gilda cries.
>Chryssie gives you that mischievous grin again, and winks at you.
>Forcing her hands through the arm holes of the tank top, Chryssie begins to massage and tweak Gilda's breasts, drawing more moans of pleasure from her.
>In an incredibly seductive voice your teacher whispers, "Come on, I really, really want to see you get fucked. God, the idea of some high school guy's cock sliding in and out of drives me crazy.
>She accompanies these words by pressing and rubbing against Gilda.
>Gilda eyes roll back in her head, and she shudders visibly, "I-I guess I could give it a sh-ha-hot."
>Your fear of Mrs. C increases even more.
 
>Gilda looks at you, panting slightly, and then blurts out.
"But really, him of all people...?"
>"What's wrong with Anon? I think he's cute."
>For some reason, when Chryssie calls you cute it doesn't seem quite as patronizing.
>"Well jeez, if you think he is so cute why don't you, ah, fuck!" Gilda says, the pleasure of the massage getting the better of her, "Why don't you fuck him?"
>"Can't. Promised my husband I wouldn't fuck any other guys but him."
>"W-what? You have a husband?" Gilda says, shocked.
>"Of course I do? I am a MRS. after all."
"And... He just let's you have sex with someone other than him...?" you say quizzically.
>"Yeah, he finds it kind of hot I guess, as long as there isn't a guy involved. Not gonna lie, one of the main reasons I became a teacher."
>"Somehow you taking a request from a guy doesn't seem like you, Chryssie." Gilda says.
>"Well I told him he can't fuck any other girls OR guys, so he has it worse. Plus if not having sex with other guys is what I need to do to keep him so be it. I got him fucking me the way I want finally, and hell if I'm going to go through all that again just to get things right."
>"Anyway no time like the present~!"
>She pulls her hands out from beneath the tank top (much to Gilda's sigh of disappointment) and drags you both to the front of her desk.
>She then takes a seat in one of the student's desks, and sits slightly spread, rubbing her inner thighs.
>Gilda looks down at this sight longingly, and you see her lick her lips.
>"Well Anon, let's see what you can do. Remember, no mercy!"
>Gilda looks up at you and gives an awkward smile, removes her coat, and tosses it aside and stands where Chryssie left her.
>You ravage her body with your eyes.
>God, you don't even know where to start.
 
>You reach for the bottom of Gilda's tank top and start to pull it up.
>"I-I can undress myself!"
"I want to do it."
>A giggle from Chryssie seems to quiet Gilda, and you finish pulling the shirt up off her, whipping it across the room.
"Won't be needing that for a while."
>Gilda looks at you angrily, crossing her arms over her exposed breast again.
>We can't be having any of that. Mrs. C said any way you wanted it, and you intend to make good on that.
>You grab Gilda's arms and force them behind her.
"You keep your arms there."
>For a half second it looks like Gilda is going to complain, but a timely wolf whistles causes her to give a glance in Chryssie's direction, and with a half smile, she actually arches her back and pushes her tits out more.
>God, they have to be B... No scratch that, C cups.
>You hungrily reach out for her breasts, enjoying the soft, spongy feel.
>Every time your hands pass over or near her areola Gilda gives a puff of pleasured breath.
>Slowly, you focus more and more of your attention on the sensitive part of her tits, rubbing and flicking them.
>Gilda screws up her eyes, clearly trying and failing to not make any noise.
>Thinking back on what you could see Mrs. C doing through Gilda's tank top, you take her nipples between two of your fingers and tweak them.
>She involuntarily throws her head back and let's out half of the word "Fuck!"
>You suddenly realize you've been so caught up in the moment that you ignored one important thing.
>Why should she be having all the fun? She's your plaything for the moment.
>Still playing with one of her tits with your hands, you start to work your pants open, and slide your dick out.
>Grabbing one of her hands, you move it to your penis and wrap her hands around it.
>She snaps her head down, a slight crease of disdain on her features as she looks at the item in her hand.
"Well? I'm waiting."
 
>She slowly starts to work her hand up and down your shaft.
>You take her hand, and move it at a speed that more suits your tastes.
>God, it may feel good when you do it yourself, but it feels amazing when someone else does.
>Chryssie does her sexy voice again and says, "Feels nice, Gilda? Nice and warm, huh? Just imagine what it'll feel like inside you."
>Gilda doesn't respond.
>She is looking up and to the right of you, but you see a powerful flush start to seep into her cheeks.
>You enjoy the sensation for a little while longer while continuing to pinch Gilda's tits.
>Okay, time to kick this up a notch.
"Get on your knees."
>"Wha-" Gilda says, giving you a deer in the headlights look.
>"Get on your knees." Chryssie repeats from where she is sitting.
>Apprehensively Gilda gets on one knee, and then the other.
>She is so close you can feel her breath on your dick, but she just stares at it, still flushed with color.
>You get impatient and put a hand to the back of her head, but she pulls away.
>"Come on Gilda! I know you are Bi like me! Just because you lean more towards girls doesn't mean you don't want to choke on a dick every once and a while!"
>Gilda turns beseechingly towards Chryssie, but then notices the sight before her.
>Mrs. C is leaning forward, a clearly lust-filled look in her eyes. With one hand she is rubbing two fingers along her clothed pussy.
>Gilda gets a weird, wobbly smile on her face, and then turns back towards you.
>She opens her mouth, and slowly wraps her lips around your tip, and then slowly moves down to encompass your whole head. She then pulls her head back up and repeats the process.
>You close your eyes, enjoying the warm, wet feeling of the inside of her mouth.
"Use your tongue."
>At your words, you feel a flick on your head, and let out a sigh. She continues to work her head up and down, flicking and swirling her tongue around your dick as she goes.
 
>You put your hands on the back of her head again.
"Don't move."
>You then pull her head towards you, and thrust your hips at the same time, hilting against her mouth.
>You hold her head there.
>Gilda let's out a loud gag before you even finish sticking it all the way in. Her eyes roll back into her head slightly, she beats your leg with her hands.
"I said don't move."
>She blinks hard, gagging loudly again and then drops her hands.
>You then pull back, letting her get a small gasp of air before thrusting back inside.
>She gags again, and you see tears forced from her eyes.
>You feel a slight pang of guilt at this, but once again you remember what she's done to you, and it turns into a perverse sort of pleasure at getting to do this to a former bully.
>You continue to fuck her mouth for a while, and now it's your turn to release unintentional moans of pleasure.
>Okay, that's good.
>You release your hands, and almost at once she pulls her head off your cock, leaning forward slightly and coughing.
"Get your shoes off, and then stand up."
>She removes her doc martens and socks, and then gets to her feet.
>Gilda is glaring at you defiantly, though the look is ruined with the amount of saliva around her lips and mouth.
>You undo the button on her jean shorts and tug them down.
>You are greeted by a pair of frilly, sexy purple panties that look like they come from that incredibly pink store at the mall.
"Nice."
>"It's not like I wore them for you, asshole." Gilda retorts.
>"They are very nice, Gilda." Chryssie says, making Gilda smirk again.
>You step her out of the shorts, and then begin to pull down her panties.
>As you do so yo notice a trail of liquid follow in their wake.
>Whoa, she is really wet.
>You realize how on point your comment was, as once you get the panties all the way off you notice that they are literally soaked through.
"Jesus."
>"Don't pat yourself on the back Anon, that's all from Chryssie's massage."
 
"Ah, Guess these are yours then."
>You ball the panties up the best you can and toss them at Chryssie.
>Chryssie catches them one handed with a woop and then spins them above head with a laugh.
>She then brings the panties to her face and sniffs them loudly.
>You see her hand has moved from the outside of her leggings to the inside, and she seems to be rubbing even faster.
>You glance back towards Gilda and see her biting her lower lip and staring longingly at Mrs. C lower regions.
>You reach a hand down to Gilda's pussy, rubbing and attempting to prod a finger in.
>"Ouch!" She says, slapping your hand away.
"Now look-"
>"Get over here." Gilda says, backing up to the teacher's table and sitting on it, pushing her hips forward and spreading her legs wide.
>"If we are going to do this I might as well show you how not to be a fucking barbarian."
>Gilda spreads her lower lips open and says, "Look, fingers here and rub this. Is that so hard?"
>It doesn't seem so to you, but as you try Gilda let's out another cry of "ouch" as well as a few suctions of air through her teeth.
>"God damn it." She pushes you away, and rearranging herself on the desk she spreads her legs wide again and says,
>"Look, would you just f-fuck me already? I assure you, I'm ready."
>"Yeah, beg for it you horny slut." Chryssie says, quietly but still audibly.
>Well, might as well give the ladies what they want.
>You pull your pants all the way off and step in front of Gilda, aligning your dick with her honey pot.
>"W-wait! We can't do this right? I mean, you don't got any condoms!"
>"Don't worry about it. I got it covered." Chryssie says.
>"But-"
>"I said don't worry about it!"
>You slap your dick against her pussy lips, and Gilda gives a worried look towards both you and Chryssie.
>God, you are going to enjoy this.
 
>She wasn't kidding when she said she was ready. Despite how tight she is, you slip in quite easy.
>You push in slowly, enjoying every single centimeter of warm, wetness gained.
>A cry of bliss escapes your lips as, much to your surprise, Gilda gives a quiver and a moan of her own.
>You pull back out slowly. Getting almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in, and then gently but surely, you pick up speed.
>You thrust harder and harder, getting a perverse pleasure from drawing moans from your previous bully. Like each thrust was revenge for every time she insulted you, punched you, or stuffed you in the garbage.
>Gilda, now holding the sides of the desk to keep herself from falling says, "Slow down! That hurts!"
>You feel a pang of remorse and falter for a second.
>"Don't listen to her Anon, she's a big girl, she can take it!" A panting voiced Chryssie cries.
>Your courage fortified, you continue to pound Gilda.
>Yelps of pain give way to wails of pleasure.
>Gilda pounds a fist on the table and yells, "FUCK!"
>Her tongue lolls out, which shocks you a bit because that's something you thought they only really did in JAVs.
>You hear a clatter to your side, and not ceasing your attack on Gilda's pussy, you look over to see a pair of high hells slide across the floor.
>Looking around to Mrs. C, you see her pulling off her leggings, a ravenous look in her eyes as she approaches the side of the desk opposite you.
>When she gets them all the way off, time seems to slow to an absolute crawl. Like your mind is trying to take in every single moment it can of the scene before you.
>As Chryssie removes her leggings and panties, you notice she has perhaps the most perfect set of hips you've seen, porn or otherwise.
>Their thickness, the way they sway, how they frame a splendid, shaved pussy. You can't find a single flaw.
>You may be fucking one of the hottest students in school, but now you see the difference between a girl and a woman.
 
>Time resumes, and Mrs. C makes her way to the other side of the table, and begins to caress Gilda's face.
>Gilda, who had her eyes screwed shut, opens them groggily and says, "Chryssie...?"
>"You've been a very good girl, Gilda. Are you ready for your reward?"
>Gilda's hazy grogginess turns into a shiny-eyed look of expectation as Chryssie crawls onto the desk, hovering her hips inches from Gilda's head.
>Chryssie however, wasn't prepared for Gilda's enthusiasm.
>Gilda's hands shoot up and grab Mrs. C's waist, pulling her down onto her mouth with an audible smack.
>This causes Chryssie to bend forward in surprise and make an erotically satisfied look straight into your face.
>God, you almost blew your load from that sight alone. You even had to shut your eyes and stop thrusting for a moment to not lose it right there.
>You take a few steadying breathes before you start up again.
>When you open your eyes you see Chryssie grinding all along Gilda's mouth, whose hands are enthusiastically kneading those absolutely flawless hips.
>Chryssie's hands are on Gilda's breasts, teasing them and tweaking them with wild abandon.
>Your eyes are drawn to watch Chryssie's breasts, almost hypnotically. The way she is moving they are bouncing quite nicely.
>You aren't sure why, but even though Chryssie is still covering her breasts with her tunic, they are some how much hotter than Gilda's.
>Greedily you wish you were fucking her now, and your mind turns to the things you'd do to your teacher.
>You know, if you sort of squint it's almost sort of like you are fucking Chryssie and-
>"God, did you hear how much she was complaining earlier? Now look at her, such a good, submissive slut..."
>You are broken from your contemplation to see your teacher staring at your lustfully.
"...Aren't you, you little whore?"
>She accompanies these words with a smack on Gilda's tits, who gives a muffled gasp of pleasure.
 
>After a few more moments you stifle a moan with a sucking of air through your teeth.
>You are getting close, but no fucking way are you ending this now. It feels too fucking good.
>"Ah, about that time, Anon?" Chrysalis says giving you a knowing look.
>She slaps Gilda's breasts again and says,
>"You hear that, Gilda? The man fucking you is about to cum, how about you give him a little help? I give you permission."
>A second or two after Gilda gives a suppressed howl from behind Chryssie's snatch, and you feel a giant shiver go down Gilda's body accompanied by an unexpected tightening.
>Well, I guess that's that, you couldn't even stop yourself now if you wanted too.
>You throw your head back and give three or four more hard, long thrusts before you empty yourself into Gilda.
>You have to catch yourself on the desk to keep yourself from falling onto Gilda.
>Both of you are sweaty and panting, shivering with aftershocks from your orgasms.
>You suddenly notice that Chryssie isn't sitting on Gilda's face. Where'd she go? Aww, who the fuck even cares...
>"Anon, be a dear and hold this for me."
>Without really thinking you hold out your hand and something is placed into it.
>You glance sideways slowly at your hand to see what's there.
>It's an open switchblade.
>What the fuck.
>You suddenly see a flash from behind you, and spinning your head around you see Mrs. C standing near the locked door, still bottomless, her cellphone held up.
>You stand there in shock, realizing what that picture probably looks like.
>Another flash.
"Stop it, what the fuck?" you say.
>"Just a little insurance that you won't tell anyone about our secret, and that you'll give serious thought about having Gilda as a friend." Mrs. C says, grinning impishly.
"I thought friendships were built on trust." you say through your teeth.
>"Well you don't need to be friends with me, though it would be nice. Just friends with Gilda." Chryssie says with a giggle.
 
>"So that's the whole reason you had him fuck me, to get that picture?!" Gilda says, finally propping herself up on her elbows.
>"Oh! No, I really did want to see you get a good dicking." Chryssie says, walking over to her desk and sitting down at it, looking at Gilda's body like it was a delicious dinner.
>"By the way Anon, I'll take that back." Your teacher says, holding up a hand.
>You have a sudden urge to drive the knife through her arm, but you don't.
>You hand the knife to her handle first. Still smoldering slightly at the fact that this somehow turned from you catching them having an illicit relationship to you being blackmailed into being someone's friend. You realize it's now your word versus theirs and a very incriminating looking picture.
"I'm out of here." You say angrily.
>"No one is stopping you." Chryssie retorts.
>You begin to gather up your clothes, but you can't ignore the conversation the two females are having.
>"Are you sure it'll be alright? I mean, he came inside me so much..."
>You glance over, feeling like maybe you should apologize or something.
>Chryssie reaches over and unceremoniously puts two fingers into Gilda.
>This draws a moan from her, and in a flash Chryssie moves herfingers from Gilda's pussy to her mouth.
>"Lick them clean."
>You have to look away from this, but the sounds alone that comes from this are enough to make your dick twitch.
>"Don't worry, I have some pills for today, but we are going to have to get you on some birth control, girl."
>"Ugh, I think I'm good on guys for a while." Gilda responds.
>"About that... I've told my husband about our little adventures, and he wanted me to ask if you'd be interested in a threesome."
>The way this scene plays out makes you give a frustrated sigh for Gilda.
>Protestations against the threesome, Chryssie asking her sexily, and then compliance from your new friend.
>Maybe you aren't the only one being bullied here.
 
>You feel like this is a moment you really shouldn't be around for, and you quickly get your pants on and creep towards the door.
>"See you tomorrow, Anon." Chryssie says. "Come now Gilda, say goodbye to your new friend."
>Gilda rolls her eyes, and with a smirk says, "See you later, Dweeb."
"Goodbye."
>As you walk to the door you hear Mrs. C coo towards Gilda.
>"Well, I'm glad you liked that little taste you got, Gilda, because the rest is for me. I rarely get anyone but my husband's anymore."
>"What are youuuuu-fuck!"
>You glance over you shoulder to see Chryssie kneeling in front of Gilda.
>Is Mrs. C... Cleaning Gilda out with her tongue?
>You bolt out of the room, even despite the sex you just had your dick is as hard as diamonds.
>You briefly toy with the idea of going back inside for more sex, but you already interrupted their alone time once, and you'd hate to think what would happen if you interrupted Mrs. C again.
>With a slight spring in your step you head home, remembering Gilda's goodbye.
>It's nice hearing those words said in friendly manner, rather than the way you are used to hearing them.
>You really think your time in high school is about to take a turn for the better.
 
THE END