04-20-2014, 09:39 AM
Request? You want a request? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE REQUEST!...or maybe you can, in that case: this is the next part in the Dickenson High series, written by a drunk assassin, and created by a girl(Clonewarrior) with the mind of a porn director...only without all the low-budget crap...or the boring actors...or...pretty much everything that makes the viewer say, "Get to the good part already! I wanna see things go in other things that makes things say things that things wouldn't say about things!"....or something. Anywaywhowhatwhenwherewhyhowit'sgoing, here you go for all who aren't dead and need to be ressurected with black magic.
The story begins this time at the Hawthorne residence, where Stacy seemed rather joyful this morning; she had a dentist appointment and was allowed to skip classes for the day. However, her younger brother, Derek, was nearing the end of his eighth grade year, and his class had scheduled a field trip to Dickenson High, where he would be next semester. So, while Stacy relaxed, Derek was not in a good mood, “Man, I can’t believe I have to go to your stupid school. Why can’t 9th grade just be at my school?”
Stacy smirked, “Because that’s not how life works, Shorty.”
“I told you not to call me that!” Derek exclaimed. Although, he was rather short for his age, which was 14, he would always wear clothes that were too big for him, just to make him look taller. He was always teased for that, but he learned to ignore it…from most people.
“Stacy, leave your brother alone.” Said their mother, “And don’t forget to brush again before we leave for the dentist…you don’t want him to find a cavity, do you?”
“No, mom,” Stacy uttered, “and I told you, I will. You don’t have to remind me.”
“Well, it’s part of my job as a mother to nag.” Mrs. Hawthorne said jokingly
“That, and Stacy’s too forgetful.” Derek joked, which got him a stink eye from Stacy.
“Now Derek, don’t you start anything either.” Mrs. Hawthorne sternly scolded, “Oh, your bus is here, Derek, off you go. Have fun!”
“It’s school, Mom, no one has fun!” Derek shouted as he ran for the bus.
After minutes later, the bus arrived at Dickenson High School, where the middle school teachers guide their students in single file lines in order to keep…well, order. The students toured the school, whilst the guide discusses the rules and regulations of the building, “We are dedicated to bringing up your potential for your future. It is here where you will take your first steps into adulthood when you graduate. Every teacher here is devoted to seeing success be born in their students….”
Derek didn’t care. He was just happy to not be in class, doing work all day. The students’ first stop was the gym, where the guide explained the variety of physical activities done in the P.E class. They moved on to the locker room…which was in a rather pathetic state; the place was not the cleanest, nor was the lockers new. In fact, some of the locker doors were bent and jagged. The teachers told their students to put their backpacks in the lockers, as they would not need them. As Derek put his in, he noticed several classmates’ clothes getting caught on the bent metal, ripping off pants, shorts, etc. Yet no one but him seemed to notice. As the boys joined up with the girls, Derek noticed the same predicament happened with several of the girls’ skirts and pants. Confused, Derek shook his head and tried to pay it no mind as the tour continued; he thought since no one else spoke up, he would feel pretty stupid if he did.
Even with the tour, the high school still maintained its normal schedule of classes, as such, Lawrence Ruther, the ladies’ man, had no choice but to suffer through his Pre-Calculus class. But Lawrence was incredibly jittery to sit still, not because the class was boring, but because he kept looking in all the wrong places; exposed underwear from girls with too small jeans, short skirts…that were too short, and the tight sweatpants some wore that merely amplified the size of one’s…ass-ets. Lawrence was getting turned on, and quick, but he didn’t want to make a show in front of the class, so… “Uh, teacher?” he raised his hand.
“What is it, Mr. Ruther?”
“Could I, like, go to the bathroom?”
“We are in the middle of discussing functions, which is going to be on the test, Mr. Ruther.”
(Author’s Note: Good Lord, I hated functions…too much of them.)
“I’ll be super uber quick, I promise.” He begged, jumping up and down on his seat.
“Oh, fine, take the bathroom pass, and DON’T DAUDLE, understand?”
Lawrence didn’t respond; he just grabbed the pass and ran to the men’s room. He shut the stall, but failed to lock it, unzipped his trousers, and almost instantly, his dick shot up to salute the day of its freedom, “Ooooohhhh, yeah…” just the feeling of it being out of his cramped pants was a great feeling. He reached up to grab it, and go about his business, when he heard someone rush into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to his stall. In matter of seconds, he saw not a boy, but a girl, Claire, rush in, close the door, lock it, drop her pants and panties, and lower her butt to the toilet…or it would have be the toilet if there wasn’t Lawrence and his mini-me in the way. The girls butthole had an unexpected visitor invaded its space, and Lawrence let out a moan, while the girl let out a scream as her butt clenched the 7-inched intruder as its’ full length entered her ass. She turned around, and saw Lawrence, on the toilet, up her butt, and she asked with a volume not to be used at close range, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
Lawrence retaliated, “Me?! This is the men’s room, what the hell are YOU doing here?!”
Claire scoffed, “I was in a hurry, I had to go! Why the hell was your dick erect?!”
He shrugged, “I was horny, and class was boring, I had to go somewhere.”
“Well, whatever, I’ll find a new stall, and don’t you dare tell anyone about this!” she demanded.
“Not a problem.” Lawrence replied, a little disappointed that she wasn’t enjoying this moment.
Claire attempted to stand up, but was forced back down, “Hey let me go!”
“I’m not holding onto you, just get up.” He said, with his hands in the air.
She tried to get up again, but to no avail. She tried again. And again. And again. She tried one last time, and looked behind her to see if he was telling the truth. Sure enough, he wasn’t grabbing her…at least not with his hands, “Wh-what the hell’s going on?!”
Lawrence pondered for a moment, then came to a strange conclusion, “Uh…maybe it’s because your butt is cute and small, and my dick is a little too big?”
She gave him a disbelief look, and tried fruitlessly to get up, but it became clear that Lawrence might not be telling jokes, “No…nonononononono!” She tried harder and faster to get up, but she kept falling back down on him.
“Oh, man, “ Lawrence moaned, “This feels incredible.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaimed, “IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO!” But even with her frustrated cry, her body was telling her the same thing, and she could not help but moan.
“Heh, looks like I’m not the only one.” Lawrence smirked. The two kept up trying to get her off, only to have her getting anally screwed in the process, with one enjoying it, and the other…not so much.
Meanwhile, the tour group roamed the halls as the teachers explained which classes were to take place where. Derek, still in disbelief about the clothes, just wandered with the group mindlessly, when he heard moaning coming from the bathroom. He was about to check it out until the teacher called him, “Derek, don’t fall behind!” Derek quickly caught up, but something was different; he spotted jeans, and skirts on the floor as the group walked by them. The tears in the clothes had become too much for the clothes and they fell one by one, which no one seemed to notice at all…not even a breeze was felt.
Am I being pranked? Derek thought to himself, but no one spoke, even the teachers were too busy with the tour to notice, so Derek reluctantly continued.
Hannah Roberts, the vibrator girl, had just changed into her gym clothes in for her P.E class. However, all of the class’s belongings were to be put into plastic boxes, due to the fact that the tour group was using the lockers to keep their stuff in. Hannah had no problem putting her book bag in a box, but her cell phone was new. She was always paranoid about someone stealing her phone, but her gym sweatpants had no pockets. Thinking resourcefully, she put the phone in her panties, because who would think to look there? After a warm-up, the coach set up the volley ball net and put the girls into two teams. As the game began, she felt the phone vibrate against her clit, which caused her to miss a spike,
“Focus, Roberts!” the coach reminded.
Hannah shrugged it off, Must be someone texting, she thought, kinda busy now though. However, another vibration came from the phone, which rubbed against her pussy like a vibrator (Venin’s Mental Note: no, shit, Sherlock), which unfortunately caused her to mess up again,
“Hannah, come on, get it together.” One of her teammates rallied.
She went back to playing, but her impatient texter kept on texting, causing a non-stop plethora of vibrations, rubbing against her wet entrance, and eventually entering between the vaginal walls. She clenches her legs, moaning and shaking like crazy as the luckiest phone on the planet relentlessly fucks her, forcing her to cause a scene in front of the whole gym class, who watch her, confused and concerned. The phone slowly moves deeper and deeper, slowly making its way to her G-spot, whilst building up for a climax. She feels her pleasure rise higher and higher with the phone’s journey up her cunt. Finally, the phone reaches its Mecca, and Hannah screams as her pants and underwear collapse from the orgasm, spilling her juice all over the court of the gym. Everyone gasps at the sight, as Hannah is beat red with embarrassment. One student then asked, “Did…your water just break?”
Hannah shook her head slowly, and the student backed up, shocked at the predicament.
Whilst this was going on, the tour group now enters a classroom full of skeletons and posters of random human organs. Derek recognized this setting as a health class, which he hated. They always talked about bodily functions and sex, which no one wanted to hear about. Apparently, the group coordinators had planned a mini-lesson to demonstrate what the classes were like at Dickenson High. The teacher was an elderly woman, around 70, who was losing her senses of sight and hearing. She went on to talk about dicks and pussies, as all health teachers are apparently required to do, and even showed an old black-and-white video about masturbation. She took a look at Derek, and said, “Ah, when did you arrive?”
Derek looked around, only to realize she was talking to him, “Uh…with everyone else?”
“Why didn’t you say something?” she asked sweetly
“Uh…was I supposed to?” Derek asked, confused.
“Come up here.” She motioned, and Derek, still confused, slowly made his way up to the front of the class.
“Well, whenever you’re ready.” The old woman said.
“But…what am I supposed to do?”
“Did you forget? You’re the masturbation expert come to do a demonstration.” Everyone in the class laughed at the remark.
“Wait, WHAT?!” Derek yelled, shocked that someone so innocent sounding said that, “Hold on a minute, I’m not-!” Derek stopped as soon as he saw the class looking at him, giggling. However, that wasn’t his concern, he had that everyone had removed their shirts due to the lack of air conditioning, and a closer look revealed that the tears from the doors had gone deep enough into their underpants, which slide off slightly, revealing everyone’s…reproductive organs. Lost in confusion, and void of logic, Derek mindlessly unzipped his jeans, pulled down his boxers, and grabbed his penis, slowly moving it back and forth. He noticed that several classmates had now erected themselves, or were wet with pleasure. Still, he kept on it, not knowing what the hell was happening.
In other news, Soren Maverick, part of the swim team, was sitting in history class, watching a movie about infamous assassins (Venin’s Mental Note: why the hell am I not in this documentaritory? Gah, I’m gonna go kill something after this.). The lights were off, and he felt like sleeping, so he laid his head on the desk. When he looked around the room from his sideways view, he noticed a girl, her name was Amanda, looking up at the ceiling, with her mouth open. He looked up, and saw nothing interesting, but as he was about to just ignore her, he decided to look down. This hot blonde chick was fingering herself to pass the time (Venin’s Mental Note: what, movies about assassins ain’t good enough for ya?! Gah…whatever.). Soren saw that she was wearing a skirt and had slid her fingers into her panties, which turned Soren on rather quickly. Looking around so as not to get caught, he snuck under her desk, and stared for a bit as he heard the soft sloshing of her wetness. Not wanting to only watch, he slides down her panties, reveals her heaven between the legs, and licks the full length of her pussy. She moans, but keeps it quiet, as Soren’s tongue doesn’t miss an inch of pink flesh. He probes her cunt with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her juices so much, that he removes his own boxers, and jacks off to her moaning, as she floods her pussy with her own wet pleasures.
Back in the tour group, Derek seemed lost in pleasure as he increased his speed, getting ever close to ejaculation. Suddenly, a blast of a siren went off; it was the fire alarm, which was scheduled to be pulled as part of a drill Dickenson High had created just to show the tour group how it’s done. The tour group rushes out of the classroom, with Derek following behind, still jacking off, because primitive instincts won’t let him stop. Lawrence, and his new best friend, were still stuck together in the weirdest way possible, so Lawrence stood up, and ran out of the bathroom, with his dick still in the girl’s petite posterior. In the gym, the volleyball teams ran out the nearest exit, leaving Hannah to waddle out, pants down, the phone still in her pussy. Soren’s history class seemed almost too eager to leave the room. Disappointed, Soren stopped licking the blonde girl’s cunt, but was too close to cumming to stop jacking off, which the same can be said for his “lollipop” girl. All the horny students, along with the rest of the student body, rushed outside, and began waiting the expected boring wait for the drill to end. Much to their amazement, they saw: Derek, jacking off with incredible speed. Lawrence, whose running made the girl bounce up and down on his dick. Hannah, who was soaking wet and clueless, and Soren and Amanda, nearly finishing their own business. A synchronized final moan could be heard as Derek spurted out his semen, like a small geyser. Lawrence had also ejaculated, flooding Claire’s butt with his white rivers of love, whereas Claire spilled her juices onto the grass. Amanda came as well, which soaked her panties, as they were right below her, and Soren came with such force that it landed on Amanda’s shirt and face, giving her a bit of a taste.
There was an eerie silence among the students, then a vibration was heard, and Hannah moaned. The phone had finally slipped out of her cunt; she picked it up and read the recent text:
Are u even getting these txts? Girl, you should leave ur phone on vibrate, or sumthin.
-End
Damn it, it doesn't put it in the same grammaticalmal format as Word...oh well, it's not like anyone's gonna have trouble reading it, right? Right? *unsheathes claws* RIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTT????....comment, and let me know what'cha think? Okay, thanks, bye, see you in the future past of the present.
The story begins this time at the Hawthorne residence, where Stacy seemed rather joyful this morning; she had a dentist appointment and was allowed to skip classes for the day. However, her younger brother, Derek, was nearing the end of his eighth grade year, and his class had scheduled a field trip to Dickenson High, where he would be next semester. So, while Stacy relaxed, Derek was not in a good mood, “Man, I can’t believe I have to go to your stupid school. Why can’t 9th grade just be at my school?”
Stacy smirked, “Because that’s not how life works, Shorty.”
“I told you not to call me that!” Derek exclaimed. Although, he was rather short for his age, which was 14, he would always wear clothes that were too big for him, just to make him look taller. He was always teased for that, but he learned to ignore it…from most people.
“Stacy, leave your brother alone.” Said their mother, “And don’t forget to brush again before we leave for the dentist…you don’t want him to find a cavity, do you?”
“No, mom,” Stacy uttered, “and I told you, I will. You don’t have to remind me.”
“Well, it’s part of my job as a mother to nag.” Mrs. Hawthorne said jokingly
“That, and Stacy’s too forgetful.” Derek joked, which got him a stink eye from Stacy.
“Now Derek, don’t you start anything either.” Mrs. Hawthorne sternly scolded, “Oh, your bus is here, Derek, off you go. Have fun!”
“It’s school, Mom, no one has fun!” Derek shouted as he ran for the bus.
After minutes later, the bus arrived at Dickenson High School, where the middle school teachers guide their students in single file lines in order to keep…well, order. The students toured the school, whilst the guide discusses the rules and regulations of the building, “We are dedicated to bringing up your potential for your future. It is here where you will take your first steps into adulthood when you graduate. Every teacher here is devoted to seeing success be born in their students….”
Derek didn’t care. He was just happy to not be in class, doing work all day. The students’ first stop was the gym, where the guide explained the variety of physical activities done in the P.E class. They moved on to the locker room…which was in a rather pathetic state; the place was not the cleanest, nor was the lockers new. In fact, some of the locker doors were bent and jagged. The teachers told their students to put their backpacks in the lockers, as they would not need them. As Derek put his in, he noticed several classmates’ clothes getting caught on the bent metal, ripping off pants, shorts, etc. Yet no one but him seemed to notice. As the boys joined up with the girls, Derek noticed the same predicament happened with several of the girls’ skirts and pants. Confused, Derek shook his head and tried to pay it no mind as the tour continued; he thought since no one else spoke up, he would feel pretty stupid if he did.
Even with the tour, the high school still maintained its normal schedule of classes, as such, Lawrence Ruther, the ladies’ man, had no choice but to suffer through his Pre-Calculus class. But Lawrence was incredibly jittery to sit still, not because the class was boring, but because he kept looking in all the wrong places; exposed underwear from girls with too small jeans, short skirts…that were too short, and the tight sweatpants some wore that merely amplified the size of one’s…ass-ets. Lawrence was getting turned on, and quick, but he didn’t want to make a show in front of the class, so… “Uh, teacher?” he raised his hand.
“What is it, Mr. Ruther?”
“Could I, like, go to the bathroom?”
“We are in the middle of discussing functions, which is going to be on the test, Mr. Ruther.”
(Author’s Note: Good Lord, I hated functions…too much of them.)
“I’ll be super uber quick, I promise.” He begged, jumping up and down on his seat.
“Oh, fine, take the bathroom pass, and DON’T DAUDLE, understand?”
Lawrence didn’t respond; he just grabbed the pass and ran to the men’s room. He shut the stall, but failed to lock it, unzipped his trousers, and almost instantly, his dick shot up to salute the day of its freedom, “Ooooohhhh, yeah…” just the feeling of it being out of his cramped pants was a great feeling. He reached up to grab it, and go about his business, when he heard someone rush into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to his stall. In matter of seconds, he saw not a boy, but a girl, Claire, rush in, close the door, lock it, drop her pants and panties, and lower her butt to the toilet…or it would have be the toilet if there wasn’t Lawrence and his mini-me in the way. The girls butthole had an unexpected visitor invaded its space, and Lawrence let out a moan, while the girl let out a scream as her butt clenched the 7-inched intruder as its’ full length entered her ass. She turned around, and saw Lawrence, on the toilet, up her butt, and she asked with a volume not to be used at close range, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
Lawrence retaliated, “Me?! This is the men’s room, what the hell are YOU doing here?!”
Claire scoffed, “I was in a hurry, I had to go! Why the hell was your dick erect?!”
He shrugged, “I was horny, and class was boring, I had to go somewhere.”
“Well, whatever, I’ll find a new stall, and don’t you dare tell anyone about this!” she demanded.
“Not a problem.” Lawrence replied, a little disappointed that she wasn’t enjoying this moment.
Claire attempted to stand up, but was forced back down, “Hey let me go!”
“I’m not holding onto you, just get up.” He said, with his hands in the air.
She tried to get up again, but to no avail. She tried again. And again. And again. She tried one last time, and looked behind her to see if he was telling the truth. Sure enough, he wasn’t grabbing her…at least not with his hands, “Wh-what the hell’s going on?!”
Lawrence pondered for a moment, then came to a strange conclusion, “Uh…maybe it’s because your butt is cute and small, and my dick is a little too big?”
She gave him a disbelief look, and tried fruitlessly to get up, but it became clear that Lawrence might not be telling jokes, “No…nonononononono!” She tried harder and faster to get up, but she kept falling back down on him.
“Oh, man, “ Lawrence moaned, “This feels incredible.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaimed, “IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO!” But even with her frustrated cry, her body was telling her the same thing, and she could not help but moan.
“Heh, looks like I’m not the only one.” Lawrence smirked. The two kept up trying to get her off, only to have her getting anally screwed in the process, with one enjoying it, and the other…not so much.
Meanwhile, the tour group roamed the halls as the teachers explained which classes were to take place where. Derek, still in disbelief about the clothes, just wandered with the group mindlessly, when he heard moaning coming from the bathroom. He was about to check it out until the teacher called him, “Derek, don’t fall behind!” Derek quickly caught up, but something was different; he spotted jeans, and skirts on the floor as the group walked by them. The tears in the clothes had become too much for the clothes and they fell one by one, which no one seemed to notice at all…not even a breeze was felt.
Am I being pranked? Derek thought to himself, but no one spoke, even the teachers were too busy with the tour to notice, so Derek reluctantly continued.
Hannah Roberts, the vibrator girl, had just changed into her gym clothes in for her P.E class. However, all of the class’s belongings were to be put into plastic boxes, due to the fact that the tour group was using the lockers to keep their stuff in. Hannah had no problem putting her book bag in a box, but her cell phone was new. She was always paranoid about someone stealing her phone, but her gym sweatpants had no pockets. Thinking resourcefully, she put the phone in her panties, because who would think to look there? After a warm-up, the coach set up the volley ball net and put the girls into two teams. As the game began, she felt the phone vibrate against her clit, which caused her to miss a spike,
“Focus, Roberts!” the coach reminded.
Hannah shrugged it off, Must be someone texting, she thought, kinda busy now though. However, another vibration came from the phone, which rubbed against her pussy like a vibrator (Venin’s Mental Note: no, shit, Sherlock), which unfortunately caused her to mess up again,
“Hannah, come on, get it together.” One of her teammates rallied.
She went back to playing, but her impatient texter kept on texting, causing a non-stop plethora of vibrations, rubbing against her wet entrance, and eventually entering between the vaginal walls. She clenches her legs, moaning and shaking like crazy as the luckiest phone on the planet relentlessly fucks her, forcing her to cause a scene in front of the whole gym class, who watch her, confused and concerned. The phone slowly moves deeper and deeper, slowly making its way to her G-spot, whilst building up for a climax. She feels her pleasure rise higher and higher with the phone’s journey up her cunt. Finally, the phone reaches its Mecca, and Hannah screams as her pants and underwear collapse from the orgasm, spilling her juice all over the court of the gym. Everyone gasps at the sight, as Hannah is beat red with embarrassment. One student then asked, “Did…your water just break?”
Hannah shook her head slowly, and the student backed up, shocked at the predicament.
Whilst this was going on, the tour group now enters a classroom full of skeletons and posters of random human organs. Derek recognized this setting as a health class, which he hated. They always talked about bodily functions and sex, which no one wanted to hear about. Apparently, the group coordinators had planned a mini-lesson to demonstrate what the classes were like at Dickenson High. The teacher was an elderly woman, around 70, who was losing her senses of sight and hearing. She went on to talk about dicks and pussies, as all health teachers are apparently required to do, and even showed an old black-and-white video about masturbation. She took a look at Derek, and said, “Ah, when did you arrive?”
Derek looked around, only to realize she was talking to him, “Uh…with everyone else?”
“Why didn’t you say something?” she asked sweetly
“Uh…was I supposed to?” Derek asked, confused.
“Come up here.” She motioned, and Derek, still confused, slowly made his way up to the front of the class.
“Well, whenever you’re ready.” The old woman said.
“But…what am I supposed to do?”
“Did you forget? You’re the masturbation expert come to do a demonstration.” Everyone in the class laughed at the remark.
“Wait, WHAT?!” Derek yelled, shocked that someone so innocent sounding said that, “Hold on a minute, I’m not-!” Derek stopped as soon as he saw the class looking at him, giggling. However, that wasn’t his concern, he had that everyone had removed their shirts due to the lack of air conditioning, and a closer look revealed that the tears from the doors had gone deep enough into their underpants, which slide off slightly, revealing everyone’s…reproductive organs. Lost in confusion, and void of logic, Derek mindlessly unzipped his jeans, pulled down his boxers, and grabbed his penis, slowly moving it back and forth. He noticed that several classmates had now erected themselves, or were wet with pleasure. Still, he kept on it, not knowing what the hell was happening.
In other news, Soren Maverick, part of the swim team, was sitting in history class, watching a movie about infamous assassins (Venin’s Mental Note: why the hell am I not in this documentaritory? Gah, I’m gonna go kill something after this.). The lights were off, and he felt like sleeping, so he laid his head on the desk. When he looked around the room from his sideways view, he noticed a girl, her name was Amanda, looking up at the ceiling, with her mouth open. He looked up, and saw nothing interesting, but as he was about to just ignore her, he decided to look down. This hot blonde chick was fingering herself to pass the time (Venin’s Mental Note: what, movies about assassins ain’t good enough for ya?! Gah…whatever.). Soren saw that she was wearing a skirt and had slid her fingers into her panties, which turned Soren on rather quickly. Looking around so as not to get caught, he snuck under her desk, and stared for a bit as he heard the soft sloshing of her wetness. Not wanting to only watch, he slides down her panties, reveals her heaven between the legs, and licks the full length of her pussy. She moans, but keeps it quiet, as Soren’s tongue doesn’t miss an inch of pink flesh. He probes her cunt with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her juices so much, that he removes his own boxers, and jacks off to her moaning, as she floods her pussy with her own wet pleasures.
Back in the tour group, Derek seemed lost in pleasure as he increased his speed, getting ever close to ejaculation. Suddenly, a blast of a siren went off; it was the fire alarm, which was scheduled to be pulled as part of a drill Dickenson High had created just to show the tour group how it’s done. The tour group rushes out of the classroom, with Derek following behind, still jacking off, because primitive instincts won’t let him stop. Lawrence, and his new best friend, were still stuck together in the weirdest way possible, so Lawrence stood up, and ran out of the bathroom, with his dick still in the girl’s petite posterior. In the gym, the volleyball teams ran out the nearest exit, leaving Hannah to waddle out, pants down, the phone still in her pussy. Soren’s history class seemed almost too eager to leave the room. Disappointed, Soren stopped licking the blonde girl’s cunt, but was too close to cumming to stop jacking off, which the same can be said for his “lollipop” girl. All the horny students, along with the rest of the student body, rushed outside, and began waiting the expected boring wait for the drill to end. Much to their amazement, they saw: Derek, jacking off with incredible speed. Lawrence, whose running made the girl bounce up and down on his dick. Hannah, who was soaking wet and clueless, and Soren and Amanda, nearly finishing their own business. A synchronized final moan could be heard as Derek spurted out his semen, like a small geyser. Lawrence had also ejaculated, flooding Claire’s butt with his white rivers of love, whereas Claire spilled her juices onto the grass. Amanda came as well, which soaked her panties, as they were right below her, and Soren came with such force that it landed on Amanda’s shirt and face, giving her a bit of a taste.
There was an eerie silence among the students, then a vibration was heard, and Hannah moaned. The phone had finally slipped out of her cunt; she picked it up and read the recent text:
Are u even getting these txts? Girl, you should leave ur phone on vibrate, or sumthin.
-End
Damn it, it doesn't put it in the same grammaticalmal format as Word...oh well, it's not like anyone's gonna have trouble reading it, right? Right? *unsheathes claws* RIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTT????....comment, and let me know what'cha think? Okay, thanks, bye, see you in the future past of the present.
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The innocent will be spared, the guilty will be killed.
Sacrifices will be made, benefits will be gained.
I am Venin; all opposed will fall to my blade.
