Gender: Male Age: 50 Location: SF bay area
|Introduction: A bad day at school indicates something very good is happening.|
(Wherein, our protagonist gets several clues about the power he possesses, but he has yet to control.)
The next day, I felt great! But I had to go to school. That day was the worst of my life. By comparison, the next night made it seem casual.
Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it.
"A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my side. We walked to school. Lynn and Shelley's primary school was only ten blocks away. Rodney and I walked together across three main streets and two back alleys to get to high school. I was a proud freshman. Rodney was a far less proud Junior, but he did enjoy the girls, and they enjoyed him. Whenever any should happen to cross our path, I became a ghost. 'Lousy chicks', I thought while walking four paces behind my popular brother.
This day, my first outside of quarantine, the air was particularly clear, the sun exceptionally bright, and the girls had reached a new high state of undress for the summer season.
"Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports cars.
"Tell us about the kind of engine you like." Sabrina spoke softly, right next to his ear. "Is it a big engine, with lots of horse power?" She hung on to his right arm as if she'd blow away in the wind if she let go. She was anorexic enough to support that theory.
Ursula wouldn't be beat. "If you bring the engine, I'll bring the leather for your seat." She breathed hotly. Her chest was so big you could only tell she was breathing by the vapor that steamed out her ears.
Yep, the girls were in perfect form. I grimaced and casually tried to position my hard-on to a more comfortable angle.
"Eewe!" Ursula noticed me. She pouted and flung her long hair to block me from her sight.
Girls my age wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't bad looking, but I was definitely shy. My brother was many a freshman girl's idol, and I was his unseen shadow. To give the big guy credit, he had a steady girlfriend, and he was faithful.
Wendy laughed every time she saw the arm candy who tried to score her sweetshop. She was always waiting for him at the top of the school's front steps.
"Lose the ho's my dearest darling, or I'll eat them for lunch."
"Bitch!" Ursula and Sabrina spit quietly in unison. It was their usual cue to attempt their undermining another day. This day, as I have warned, was to be cut from a new bolt of cloth.
Ursula suddenly grabbed my brother's hand and literally shoved it up under her tank top. "Do you like my surprise, honey? Today I'm going to show you don't have to settle for witch's tits." She tried to force his hand to rub her covered but not hidden nipples.
Sabrina too was strangely smitten. She crawled like an express snail up Rodney's hips and gripped his torso with her scrawny legs. If her cunt had been bared it might have chewed right through his jeans.
"Fuck that, honey. Limber pussy is what you really need."
Rod, rarely at a loss for words, found himself in the center of a wilderness of unfamiliar territory.
Wendy moved first, to rescue him. She was nearly as aghast as he. If she were all cat, she couldn't have pounced more sinuously. Her hands proceeded to bitch slap the two freshmen before they could blink. I half expected a full cat-fight with my poor brother clawed to pieces between them, but nothing so fantasy-fulfilling could have happened that day. For Wendy suddenly paused. The other girls were still caught off their guards.
Rodney tried to speak first. "Hey, hey. None of this makes any sen..."
Wendy's eyes had grown very large. She wrapped her arms around my brother and kissed him passionately on the lips. The other two didn't seem to register the total redness on their cheeks. They clutched their intended booty with equal desire.
About one hundred students turned to witness the first four-way of fully clothed sex, never imagined. Three women, right before my very eyes were hunching and rubbing their privates all over my brother. Rodney tried to politely extract himself from the grip of three blatant competitors. He was as successful as a fly in a pitcher plant.
I was so embarrassed - my cock pushed my trousers out like a divining rod aimed directly at the source of it's origin. Nobody noticed me. Fortunately, Miss Helen Hargrove didn't either.
"What on earth?... and on school grounds, even!" She hollered as only a harpy of her age and ugliness could. Shrill trills temporarily broke the strange spell enveloping the central scene. "Children, cease that foulness, IMMEDIATELY!!"
She stood her ground, six steps up and one yard beneath Glen Loch High School's stone edifice.
Lewd movements hesitated. Rodney found his escape, and he leaped for clear ground. The girls were obviously torn. They acted like a rat trio discovered in the nest of a hawk. It might catch only one or two of them if they scattered.
Vice Principal Hargrove was an outcast peahen defending her pride from a harem of younger hens. Her reputation as a hard ass was more important than her charges' futures.
"I'll expel the lot of you! Follow me this instant!" She huffed and turned to walk inside, fully expecting her four prisoners to join behind.
Unknown to me, I had been hedging my position farther and farther from the center of attention, directly away from Miss Hardass. Once more, a shift occurred in the faces of the three teenage girls. True horror gripped them. They were suddenly meek and tearful. They began their assent to certain hell. Rodney noticed the change and after looking at me with both stymied and reassuring expressions, he trailed behind his recent assailants. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. My cock finally found some rest, at least until my third period class.
Holly Winters was my one stumbling block to fame and fortune. She sat ahead of me in our history class. She was stunning. Holly was smart, beautiful, outgoing, as popular as myself, and above all hated me with a passion. When I wasn't dreaming about her body, I was neurotically imagining what terror she would next visit upon me.
"Hi shit-zits." She turned to grin at me. "I hear the old bro' got quite a reception this morning. If I had been there, it wouldn't have been a contest. There'd be three cunts cumming from my mouth and hands before they had a chance to catch dick. She spun back around, uninterested in any reply. That's the other inflaming part of Holly, her flaming dykitude. It was the reason Mr. Corothers surrounded her seat with boys.
After her enlightening lecture, I wished I had masturbated that morning, not that it would have helped. My cock would have sprouted wood after cumming five minutes before Holly slipped into her seat. It was always a show for her, to show the guys what they were missing. I wished I could show her. My cock tried in spite of my typical shyness. I tried to pay attention to world history.
"After the Bolsheviks took power in 1917, czarist loyalists, White Russians, waged a futile struggle against the Red Army for over a year before finally being cornered in their last stronghold in Siberia." Mr. Corothers droned. For such a young instructor, he recited like a monotone, middle aged coot.
I felt like I was in Siberia, cornered by the heat of my loins in proximity to my greatest longing. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at the ice queen of heterosexuality. If only I could tell my cock the futility of its struggle.
Holly wasn't paying attention either. She seemed to be looking for something in the room. She glanced my way, briefly. Her face, for the first time wasn't flush with mockery. She looked worried. Her hands nervously clutched her pants. I could almost swear she was digging into her own thighs, but my view of them vanished as she looked elsewhere. Anyone with imagination might have guessed she was trying to masturbate, but that wasn't what I saw. Her knuckles were white from the tightness of her grip.
"Hey, what's the matter?" I dared to whisper. I was honestly concerned for her. I might have been in total lust for Holly, but I actually cared about her too. I knew her all lesbo offense was in reality a defense. My words startled her.
Suddenly, she leaped up and cleared her throat. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom. Right Now." Our history teacher noticed her with a pained, curious look. Holly's urgency was marked by her explanation rather than her usual history of simply leaving.
"Hall pass is on the desk." The teacher answered and rolled his eyes.
Holly made it out of the room in record time. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. My cock might have another chance to calm. Then I noticed the other students around me. Ben, Carlo, Doug, Steve, Shamus, they were goofing off as usual, or paying boredom induced attention to the lecture. Two of the other three nearest girls, Kate and Belinda sported expressions similar to Holly's, but less severe. Their hands nattered in their laps.
An unexpected gasp issued ahead of me and to my left. The third nearest, Carolyn something-or-other, had her hands on her chest and she was slowly fondling her breasts and looking at the ceiling.
Immediately, the classroom ceased to be. All eyes turned. Mr. Corothers consented to let his jaw hang open. Carolyn was not the prettiest girl in class - she was the fattest. Her breasts were the size of auto headlamps from the forties. What you could make out of her legs beneath her extended belly was a slow swirl of movement. She was grinding thigh fat against her clitoris.
The room had become a theater. The men in the audience gulped simultaneously. Even I forgot the existence of the other people in the room. A virtual spotlight lit Carolyn's seat like angels from heaven. She was lost in her physical search for release.
"Hhhhmmmmmnnng!" She intoned. Eyes closed, she exhaled another wanton expression.
The door opened. Holly walked in. She placed the hall pass back on the desk. She began to walk to her seat. I was but of a handful who noticed her. I watched her eyes. They were clear and only a little puzzled, but as she approached her seat, confusion and concern reignited in them. Then she noticed Carolyn.
Holly was, like most teenagers, not morally opposed to putting less socially acceptable peers into their supposedly deserved place. To say it bluntly, she regularly called Carolyn a watermelon among peaches, and she wasn't afraid to tell her. High school girls and their cruelty are one of the best pieces of bad evidence supporting the theory of Eve's original sin. Of course I, like my deserved peers, didn't dare to defend 'losers' like Carolyn and ourselves. We scattered from each other's sinking rafts like mice.
Holly shifted gears and direction without compromising her mesmerizing wriggle. She turned on a dime and headed straight for the fat bitch in heat. She actually kneeled in front of Carolyn and had reached up the tent-like skirt before Mr. Corother's finally was able to rub two brain cells together.
"Holly! G-get your head out of that dress." It was the best he could come up with. It did the trick. Everyone could see Holly shake her head under the colorful material and pull back out. She was blinking and twitching, as if trying to resist a powerful spell. Carolyn's sexuality was anybody's guess, but she hadn't reacted other than to spread her legs for the lesbian's approach.
"I think," our guiding light of education started, "i-it might be best if we... I dismissed class. Everyone, please leave calmly and efficiently." Mr. Corothers clearly was neither in charge of the situation or himself. Students slowly, hesitantly collected their books and bags and wandered out. Holly and Carolyn, he told to remain... in their separate seats. Reaching the relatively safe hallway, I darted for the johns. I immediately sought a lockable toilet booth and jerked off a load of youthful cum all over its interior.
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