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Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.

Matt was in 10th grade, but Marcus was a senior and on the football team, and who knew what Matt did to get on his bad side other than just be Matt. She clocked out at the gym, since this was her last class of the day to teach anyway, and headed over to the highschool to pick up her son.

On the way in, she saw a huge kid in a black tshirt with long, shaggy blonde hair walking out of the office with his mom who was lanky and dressed in a red pants suit. Elisabeth eyed the kid suspiciously and he grinned down at her, confirming that this was probably the Marcus guy.

Her son was waiting in the assistant principals office and after signing in at the front desk, he came shuffling out with a black eye.

"I didn't start it, okay?" he muttered.

"Is that what they're saying?" she asked him, leaving he office and heading for the parking lot.

"Yeah, that's what he told them, so they aren't punishing either of us."

"What really happened?"

Her son told her that him and his friends were playing cards in the hall during lunch and Marcus had walked across their game. Matt decided to run up and punch Marcus in the back, and Marcus punched him and threw him against a trashcan. He ran into it face first, so he had a nice black eye to show for it. Matt had asked to go home for the day and Marcus asked to go back to class. The principal had agreed to both.

She brought him home and ordered in pizza for dinner. After a couple hours of video games and pizza with his friends, Matt seemed his usual cheerful self. Days passed and the incident slipped out of the forefront of her mind until she saw that kid coming down the sidewalk as she was walking out of target. She froze and stared at him, and he froze in his tracks when he realized who was eyeing him.

They looked at eachother. He was gigantic for a teenager. Maybe six foot two and two hundred pounds. He had a white polo shirt on with some tan cargo shorts with a fist printed on them that reminded her of Malcolm X for some reason, and she wondered if the two symbols were somehow related. All of a sudden, he smiled casually at her and made his way toward the store entrance she was standing in.

When he was close enough, she asked softly and angrily, "Why are you picking on my son?"

Marcus stopped and tilted his head to the side, "I'm not. He hit me first."

She looked him in the eyes, "Just leave him alone."

Marcus bent slightly to make their eye level closer and whispered, "Or what?"

Elisabeth blinked, "I- I don't know what".

He grinned, "Yeah" and then added, "Can I help out carrying your groceries?"

She studied him for a moment, and he somehow seemed harmless to her. Maybe he was just misunderstood. Sort of the way that Matt was misunderstood a lot of the time. In any case, his offer came across as pleasant, so she eventually shrugged and let him push her cart for her.

"Over there Marcus, the green Range Rover" she pointed it out to him.

He looked over his shoulder at her, "You know my name? What's yours?"

She smiled pleasantly, "Elisabeth"

Marcus parked the cart outside of the read hatch of the Range Rover and she pressed the button on her keychain to pop the back open. He began happily loading her groceries inside.

"Elisabeth is such a dated sounding name" he said playfully, "Does anybody just call you Beth?"

She laughed, "Friends do."

"Well" he went on, hefting a big bag with two jugs of milk in it into the back, "I'm helping you with your groceries. Doesn't that make me a friend?"

Annoyance flashed across her face, but then she rolled her eyes, "Sure. Call me Beth if you want."

He finished loading and beamed, "Great. What are you making us for dinner tonight?"

She laughed despite herself, "Oh, so youre coming to dinner now?"

Marcus took in the sight of her as she planted her hands on her hips and looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. She was in knee-length stretch pants and a teal tank top.

He edged forward, "Of course, it's only fair. You make dinner and I'll help move furniture and open jars of pickles."

She leaned against the tailgate of the Range Rover and smiled, "Now that would be extremely helpful. I'd wear you out from moving all of the furniture I need moved around right now."

He edged forward more so that he was right in front of her. She inhaled slightly in surprise as he leaned down and kissed her, but she let him continue anyway. She tried to stop, remembering that the same guy charming his way into kissing her was picking on her son, but his hands slipped around her waist and pulled her close against him and she felt those concerns slipping away.

She opened her mouth to accept his tongue and met it with hers, his hands scooping beneath her butt and lifting her so that she was sitting on the edge of the tailgate with him standing between her thighs. Though she wished she wasn't, Elisabeth found herself becoming aroused at his caress.

She pulled away from his mouth finally, "We can't do this out here".

"I know. It's about to rain" he whispered back, and put his hands under her butt again, sliding her backward inside of the back hatch of her car.

Marcus climbed in after her, and eased her back onto the interior of the hatchback. She felt shockingly relaxed around him and let him close the hatch behind them as rain began to patter across the metal roof of the car.

He climbed between her legs and propped on his elbows, kissing Elisabeth deeply as before, and now that they were alone, she began to return it, darting her tongue into his mouth. She gasped as he reached beneath her tank top and began cupping her breasts beneath her bra. Her nipples had always grown notoriously hard when she was turned on, and so he found them standing achingly hard as his fingers traveled down her back to release the clasp on her bra.

She pulled his shirt over his head as his fingers began to deftly play with her nipples. Panting and stroking his powerful back, she quickly forgot that he was only 17 and he sucked on her nipples gently for a moment before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

She let him and straddled him, feeling him straining against her as she settled against his lap. She could feel him bulging against the fabric of her stretch pants, so she slid down and unbuckled his shorts, easing them down his hips and watching him spring free of the constraining fabric.

He seemed to be as big and thick as he was tall and roguishly attractive. He was completely shaved and even his cock seemed tanned. His shaft was pleasantly arched and his head was a ripe pinkish red. She found her mouth watering as she eyed him and caught him looking at her reaction proudly.

"Oh hush" she said, and placed her hand on him softly. She couldn't wrap it all the way around and that made the warmth run to her cheeks.

"Impossible with your hand on me like that" he answered and she placed a finger over his lips and then began taking the tip of him into her mouth.

She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and felt him pushing inside as she lowered her mouth. Marcus was breathing shakily as she eased her lips up and down him, trying to get him deeper. Elisabeth straddled one of his thighs and began bucking herself against it. She moaned with her mouth around him as he began grinding his thigh up against her to increase her friction.

The rain was hammering against the car now and the windows were completely fogged with condensation. Elisabeth couldn't remember the last time she had gone down on a guy like this, bobbing her head and sucking, then pulling her mouth off wetly and licking up and down him. She was sucking with such complete abandon that she actually yelped when he pulled her mouth up off of his cock and pushed her off of his thigh. The tan fabric where she had been straddling him had begun to darken with her wetness.

"What? Why did you..." she started to ask, but stopped when he pulled her stretch pants down over her hips and pushed her head down while she was on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder at him kneeling behind her with his thick wet cock bouncing up and down in front of him. He clasped his hands around her waist and pulled her back toward him.

"Beth, I want you so bad" he said above the pounding of the rain on the car hood.

Her ass and thighs were amazingly toned and the soft mat of brown hair that covered the puffy lips of her pussy was only trimmed to the bikini line. Marcus panted and walked forward on his knees toward the juicy, protruding inner labias that pointed back toward him between her rippling thighs.

Before she had a chance to protest, he pulled her against him and began to push into her wetness. She wondered to herself "What the hell am I doing?" but surrendered as he began sinking himself inside her. He entered gently, sensing her feelings of tension, and she found it easy to bend low and relax herself. His thick member was working deeper and deeper, and she felt herself opening up around it and soaking it.

Marcus watched in a trance as her carpet parted wetly around him and spread her ass cheeks apart. She had a gorgeous pink asshole with a little black freckle on the left side. It surprised him when she shoved her hips back against him and her ass grinded back into his lap.

"Beth" he gasped.

"Fuck me" she sighed, face down on the interior.

He began pumping faster and faster into her, watching her toned ass slapping against his thighs as he fucked her hard. She was gasping loudly and then sighing over and over, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me".

It had been so long since she had been fucked like this, and Elisabeth's thighs began shaking as she came hard from his relentless assault. He gasped at her sudden tightness, but redoubled his efforts and she could feel his balls slapping against her clit as he plowed into her from behind. Less than a minute later, she clenched hard around him and her thighs began to quiver again.

Before long, her legs were so shaky that she slumped forward and Marcus had her around the waist, pumping himself wildly into her. She let him fuck her like rag doll, her moans becoming hoarse from practically screaming for half an hour. He groaned and pushed in deep and she didn't even try to resist as he came with his cock buried balls deep inside her. Her insides were clenching to milk him and she accepted it exhaustedly.

Holding her against him, he rolled them over onto their sides, still buried inside of her and they spooned while they caught their breath. She sighed as her post orgasmic contractions clenched against his steely cock to no avail. Eventually he slipped out of her and let her up.

They dressed in silence, but before climbing out of the back of her car he pulled her in for a long kiss, "I really had a good time with you Beth, so there'll definitely be a next time."

"Uh huh, you too" she mumbled, completely worn out.

They parted ways and she drove home, aware but not bothered by the fact that her son's bully's cum was leaking into her panties. It dribbled slowly out and mingled with her brown patch of hair and the lips of her sore mound. Maybe all she needed to do was take some of the extra energy out of him to get him to leave Matt alone.


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Anonymous 13/07/14(Sun)04:20 No. 19364 ID: 2e45f5

Fucking excellent. This is probably one of the better stories I've ever read on here. I look forward to your next output.


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Good work Anonymous 13/07/14(Sun)12:06 No. 19365 ID: c6e747

>>19345
More please!


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Anonymous 13/07/16(Tue)03:16 No. 19376 ID: faf5b0

That was really solid.


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Anonymous 13/07/16(Tue)12:21 No. 19381 ID: 9db7af

>>19345
I'm game to see more.


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Anonymous 13/07/16(Tue)16:38 No. 19382 ID: b88a0b

>>19345
Great story but I hated Marcus
more of a personal thing, I think


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Anonymous 13/08/16(Fri)12:41 No. 19570 ID: 5d29f0

Bump.


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Anonymous 14/04/08(Tue)14:11 No. 21504 ID: 408208

Bumpity-bumperooni


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sage Anonymous 14/04/08(Tue)20:04 No. 21508 ID: 6fffdb

Personally, I would have liked it better if Elizabeth ended up fucking her son to console him something.

Didn't really like how Marcus and Elizabeth suddenly ended up fucking. 2fast4me


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Anonymous 14/04/11(Fri)05:27 No. 21532 ID: 8f8b4d

>>21508
While I think this argument can be made it just felt even dirtier to me that she up and fucked Marcus even though he was the one pushing her son around.


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Anonymous 14/04/11(Fri)20:19 No. 21534 ID: 620eb5

Ha some people seem to understand what I'm going for with this story, others seem to miss it. Enjoy ;)

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Matt had been dating Allison for about two months now. They mostly had just held hands going to and from class. He always walked her to her next subject, even if it made him a couple minutes late. She was in 9th grade, one below him, and was in jazz band with him even though jazz was usually only open to 10th grade through 12th due to her abundance of talent.

The had been on movie dates a few times, and the last time, he had kissed her good night. She was tall for a freshman and on the junior varsity volleyball team. Allison had short brown hair, long tan legs and had more curves than most girls her age. her whole life, she had developed a little before her classmates and this left her somewhat awkward and nerdy.

Her nerdiness earned her placement in classes with much older students, and today Matt was walking her to AP Biology.

She turned to him in front of the door and kissed him, "Bye sweetheart".

He told her goodbye and when she walked inside he noticed that most of the other students in her class were seniors. He saw Marcus sleeping in the back of the classroom and shook his head.

How the hell did that guy get into an advanced placement class anyway? These classes were for college credit.

Allison walked inside and sat down in the front of the room. Class began shortly thereafter and she knew Matt was probably late to his Algebra class, which made her feel slightly bad.

Matt really did have good intentions, she knew.

They were studying microorganisms today, and were left to their own devices to pair up for groups. This was last period and the teacher always made it microscope day when she was feeling lazy.

Allison picked the front table and plopped herself down with her books and immediately began sorting through the slides.

Most of the other kids paired off with their friends, but she never really talked to anyone in here because of the age gap. As others settled into their spots, she was surprised to see the big jock kid who always slept in the back pulling up a chair at her table.

"Uh, hi" she said nervously.

"Hey, is it okay if I group with you?" he asked with an earnest smile.

"Sure. I'm Allison by the way" she said.

"Wilson" said a guy who pulled up a chair on the other side of her.

Marcus glared at him for a full second before holding out his hand to her, "Marcus. Nice to meet you finally. I've always seen you in class, but you're always so quiet."

Wilson smirked, "We can't all just shoot our mouths off all the time, right?"

Marcus ignored his comment and began flipping through Allison's book to find the microbiology chapter.

Wilson was a senior as well, and a renowned science club member and general smug bastard. He had been in advanced placement classes since his sophomore year and was widely regarded as a top contender for valedictorian.

He leaned forward on his elbows, "I didn't see you at last weeks honor society meeting" he prodded at Marcus.

Marcus looked up, "Yeah, sorry. I was helping my friend's mom with her groceries."

Wilson looked somewhat confused but didn't have anything else to say so he pulled a frog blastula out of the slide tray and began focusing it on the microscope.

Marcus found what he was looking for in the book and flipped throughthe slide tray until he found the paramecium.

"These are pretty cool. You can see it running around with it's pseudopodia" he said to Allison and focused it quickly, then moved aside so she could see.

He stayed close by her side so that her shoulder rested against his side when she bent down to look and smiled a little when he saw her cheeks flush.

Marcus played with the light below the slide and Allison giggled as the paramecium reacted to the apparently rapidly changing day/night cycle.

"They have rudimentary eyes that basically only allow them to react to the time of day" Marcus explained.

Wilson scowled across the table, "Here, this frog blastula is in a very early stage. You can clearly see the nuclei and the, oh seriously?"

He stopped short when Marcus tickled Allison while she tried to watch the paramecium as she played with the light source herself.

When class ended, Wilson was the first out the door. He hated that guy so much.

Marcus and Allison were laughing about the microorganism that was swimming in circles as they moved a sheet of paper around with a hole punched through it. The thing slinked after the pinprick of light as they moved it around the slide in circles.

The rest of the students had filtered out of the class in order to get to the busses on time and the teacher had stepped out to go collect her things and left them there, playing with the microscopes.

Allison watched him with growing curiousity, "You know, most people don't realize that you're this clever because you're always sleeping."

Marcus was caught a little off guard and blushed, which secretly nagged at him. He never got embarassed at anything, and didn't expect to be taught something new in the process of flirting with dipshit's girlfriend.

He was caught doubly off guard when she kissed him.

Her kiss was clumsy and she had to put her hands on his legs to bend down and kiss him while he sat in a chair. Allison pulled back and shook her head.

"Sorry, I... I'm sorry. I can't."

He slid forward some in his chair and pulled her closer to him and, when kissing her again, felt her dissolve into his arms. She was really sort of beautiful. Not in the typical media sense, where girls are stick thin and gaunt and tanned orange.

She was ruddy from being in the sun during volleyball and had jeans stretched around her wide hips and big ass, and her cleavage poked out fo the tip of her red v-neck blouse.

He bit her bottom lip and she gasped, still bent over kissing him in his chair.

Marcus pulled her forward and she allowed him to part her legs around him, sitting in his lap facing him in the plastic chair. His cock was hard and ran between the curvatures of her butt cheeks. Her face flushed as she began sliding back and forth on top of it.

His hands pulled the v-neck of her blouse wider and her breasts spilled out of the top of her bra. She moaned as he sucked her big, pink nipples and ground himself up against her through her jeans. His strong hands moved down her sides and then cradled her ass as she bucked her hips softly against his bulge.

"Ow" he whispered, "Your jeans".

She blushed, "Sorry"

He leaned back and undid her top button and slid down the zipper, "Give me a sec and then you can keep going".

She hadn't planned on letting this go so far, but she did as he asked her.

Marcus slid down his shorts, letting them fall around his ankles, and puled her jeans down over her ass. She landed back in his lap with only her panties between his bare cock and her pussy that was becoming helplessly wet.

She could feel him running down the length of her ass again, but now with almost nothing separating them she could even feel the warmth and thickness of him against her. Allison began rocking herself back and forth on him again, but after a minute or so pulled her panties down with her jeans and resumed grinding.

Her lips were shaven and soft, parting around the underside of his shaft near the base while the head of his cock pressed between her buttcheeks. Allison was moaning now, bucking her hips forward and backward. Marcus was shocked she was so set on riding him, but was intrigued as well. So seldom were women on top of him.

He cradled her ass again and lifted her slightly, letting himself spring up beneath her. She rocked her hips forward and his tip pressed against her entrance. She moaned and blushed bright red, but didn't stop either. She rocked her hips slowly and let herself begin to sink onto him.

"I've only... um.. done this a couple times" she whispered in the empty classroom.

He kissed her and smiled, "Go slow then".

Allison couldn't slide all the way down into his lap, so she squatted over him and slid up and down the first few inches of him. He leaned back and watched as his thick tan cock pushed in and out of her pink lips between her pale thighs.

Leaning forward and putting her arms around his neck, she hugged his face into her cleavage as she tried to take him deeper. She had only had sex a couple times before with a counselor at her summer music camp, but the desire never really went away. Until now, the only way she could fill that need was to masturbate during breaks at home studying or practicing for band.

Her legs shuddered as she sank lower and Marcus yelped at the tightness as she began riding faster. He couldn't help but moan as she fought to take him in all the way.

Suddenly she stood up and he snapped out of the trance he was in.

"Lay back" she said and he found himself surprised by this girl again. She was quite demanding.

He stood from the chair and sat back on the carpet floor. Allison stepped out of her jeans and panties and knelt on either side of his hips. She reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around his thick, soaking cock, lifting him to her slit again before grinding back onto him.

He watched her bouncing up and down on him, feeling her muscles milking his cock as she fucked him. Before long, her butt was resting on his thighs and she was rocking herself back and forth with his whole length inside her. Her hands were behind her on his knees and she was leaned back panting at the ceiling tiles.

"I'm.. cumming. Tell me before you do" she moaned down at him.

Marcus wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her forward on top of him, them rolled her over onto her back.

"No" he told her and took over thrusting.

Allison watched him as he took over fucking her, his big hands wrapping around her wrists and pinning her arms above her head. She picked up her feet and let her hips rock back to take him deeper and unconsciously wrapped her legs around his back while he pounded himself into her.

Feeling her soaking hole accomodating him, Marcus came hard inside her, pushing himself inside her to the balls. She could feel his muscular cock flexing and came helplessly beneath him. She lay still, feeling his shaft flexing and squeezing herself around him to hold every drop inside.

Recovering his senses, Marcus pulled out and stepped back into his underwear and shorts.

"Hey" she called to him angrily, puling on her blue panties.
Marcus just wanted to leave, but he turned and managed to look back up into her eyes from the floor.

"You don't just get to run off" she called to him and walked around the desk to him.

He thought about shoving her away, but she kissed him and reluctantly he kissed her back.

She smiled and looked into his blue eyes, "I wanted a kiss first. Thank you."

He couldn't help but like this girl. She was somehow more complex than most of the other students. And while he enjoyed simple most of the time and like to try and keep his life simple, he knew he'd want her again and soon.

"I hope I see you again soon" he whispered into her ear.

"You too" she whispered back.

"I have to get going, though" she said and pulled her jeans back on. Allison picked up her bookbag and left the classroom quickly so that she wouldn't miss riding the bus home with Matt.


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Anonymous 14/04/15(Tue)02:03 No. 21548 ID: 27eddb

My guess: Matt's life is going to be (or already being?) completely fucked over, and eventually Matt engages in submissive sexual activities with Marcus.


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Anonymous 14/04/24(Thu)10:29 No. 21601 ID: f21af2

My guess is that they'll have a three way Marcus, mother, and girlfriend probably at matts house during his birthday haha.. Poor Matt


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Anonymous 14/04/24(Thu)10:29 No. 21602 ID: f21af2

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My guess is that they'll have a three way Marcus, mother, and girlfriend probably at matts house during his birthday haha.. Poor Matt


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Anonymous 14/07/13(Sun)07:01 No. 22065 ID: c24e04

My guess? Marcus is actually the main character


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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead


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Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)00:02 No. 23793 ID: 2b5c78

Yes nigga, OP is dead.


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)19:18 No. 25009 ID: 968e28

>>22065

My guess? OP was a faggot.



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