Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 15:01:37 -0500
From: Jack Sone <jacksonetoo@gmail.com>
Subject: Chaperone Becomes a Bitch chapter 11

Chaperone Becomes a Bitch Chapter 11
by Jack Sone


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...He laughed.  "Wipe it up and rub it in your hair and on your face
teach. I want you smelling like me for the rest of the day."

After he left, I waited a while.  I washed up and tried to get some of the
piss smell out, but know I didn't get it all.  My hair was a mess and I
know I smelled like teen piss.  I left the bathroom and walked back to
class hoping the rest of the day would be uneventful.  I was wrong.

Chapter 11

As I walked through the hall, I felt like every kid and teacher in the
building was looking at me.  Did they smell me?  Was it my messed up hair,
caked in piss and cum?  Was it just that they knew I was a punk; a bitch to
a kid less than half my age?

I kept my eyes down because, to tell you the truth, I was feeling like a
punk ass bitch.  Sure, the kids call each other that sometimes, but they
don't really believe it.  They're just fronting.  But, to actually feel
like a punk ass faggot bitch is different.  My shoulders were slumped and I
kept avoiding any eye contact.  Then I heard fingers snapping to get my
attention.

"Hello Mr. Jones."  It was David.  David is about 6' tall and weighs around
150.  He's a skinny, mocha colored, cute-as-hell senior with a big dick
that had already found its way into my two main orifices.  "I need some
help on my homework.  Since next period is your planning period, can you
help?"

Fuck.  I was dirty, sticky, and felt like I had just gotten raped.  Which I
had, right?  I didn't ask for it.  But, damn David is cute.  I'm a teacher,
so of course I'm going to help.  "Sure David.  Come on in to my office.
I'll write you a pass"

He stepped close and looked at my hair and crinkled his nose.  "No," he
spoke softly, but directly.  "Meet me in the stadium bathroom.  I've heard
you know where it is."  Then he whispered, "It's only going to be me using
you this time though bitch."

The stadium bathroom was where Josh first learned how much he loves getting
his ass licked, at the expense of my tongue.  I nodded.  Nothing needed to
be said.  I didn't have a choice.  I wrote him a pass and while he headed
off to his study hall teacher, I headed out to the stadium.  I went in the
bathroom and leaned against the counter to await my fate.  In the past,
David had just wanted to get off.  He wasn't mean, so it was weird he
called me a bitch.  Maybe I misread him and he was just unable to show his
dominance when he was around Evan.

David came in with a huge smile on his face.  Damn, he was cute.  I smiled
back.

"I know you're happy to see me Teach," he said as he walked toward me
rubbing his crotch.  "I got just the thing that's going to make you happier
than you've ever been before.  With out Evan around, I can do all the nasty
ass shit to you I've wanted since we first raped your pussy ass at the
hotel room."

My smile left my face.  This wasn't the David I knew... and used to like.
He was pretty damn hot though, and I felt a surge of hardness begin to take
over.  I was getting used to being treated like a bitch, but it was still a
bit scary.

He came up close with his face inches from mine and looked directly in my
eyes.  He took hold of my chin and lifted up as if to inspect me.  His
other hand reached around and cupped my ass.  He kneaded it roughly and
made it clear he claimed ownership.  He was thinking.  I couldn't tell what
about, but it didn't seem too wholesome.  He released me, turned around and
walked into a stall.  He sat on the toilet and nodded his head.

I assumed he wanted me in there, so I walked to him and he nodded toward
his lap.  I understood and laid down on his lap with my ass centered over
his dick, which I could fee was hard.  He rubbed my bottom for a good 30
seconds before he brought up his hand and slammed it hard down on my ass
cheeks.  I knew it was coming, but I still gasped loudly.

"Shut the fuck up, Dude.  Don't be a pussy about it."  As he said this his
hand was raising for another hit.  "Wait until I'm spanking your bare ass.
Then you'll have something to whine about."

He spanked, rubbed, toyed, and played with my ass for a good 10 minutes.
Then he stopped.  I could tell he was thinking.  He was enjoying it and was
in no rush about it at all.

"Get `em off," he said almost breathlessly after a long pause.

I stood up and unzipped.  He was absently rubbing his dick.  Its outline
was hard and long in his pants.  He didn't look me in the eyes.  He was
focused on my pants.  As they dropped, he reached out and turned me around
roughly so my ass was pointing toward him.  He grabbed my cheeks and
kneaded them like bread dough.  He spread them and inspected my hole.  He
was in no rush.  Slowly, he poked at the opening.  I could feel his eyes
burning into my asshole.  He put a finger in up to the first knuckle and
pulled from side to side opening it up.  Occasionally, he would slap my
already pink ass.  It wasn't hard.  He was in some sort of zone.  He would
occasionally moan as he continued to poke, explore, slap, and prod. He was
into my ass.  I felt... like his property.

He seemed to snap out of it with a couple of hard slaps to both cheeks.  He
pulled me down over his lap where the slapping and spanking picked up pace.
He alternately spread my cheeks and continued to dig around in my ass hole.
I just laid there trying not to moan too loud.  Some moans were pleasure;
some were from pain.


Eventually, he said, "Ride me, faggot.  I need in that ass."  I stood up.
He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his knees.  His dick was the
largest I had ever seen.  I don't know it could get bigger.  Usually, I
would guess it to be 8" or so.  Now, it seemed even bigger.  He had a
glazed look in his eyes as he eyed me like a bitch.  He reached out and
pulled me toward him so I was straddling him with my face looking towards
his.

He reached down and held his dick with one hand.  His other hand grasped my
shoulder and pushed down.  I tried to relax as much as you can with a huge
dick entering you.  It hurt like hell.  He didn't care.  He was zoning.  He
wanted his dick inside and that's what was going to happen.  Once his head
was in, he took both hands and put them on my shoulders, looked me in the
eye with a glint, and pushed down on my shoulders and up with his dick.
The pain was ... well, amazing.  My eyes must have gotten huge.  He grinned
as he looked me in the eye while his dick stopped fully implanted in my
pussy.  I could feel his pubes on my sensitive ass cheeks.

Thankfully, he let it rest there a bit.  Embedded completely.  Then, he
started rutting, holding on to my shoulders and bucking up from his hips.
He fucked me in that position for 15 minutes.  Sometimes, he'd make me ride
him, sometimes he'd do the `work.'

Over the next half hour, he did me bent over the toilet, sitting on the
toilet, up against the stall, and even holding me up in front of him with
my legs wrapped around his waist.  He finished with me sitting on the
toilet jerking off into my face.

"Hold it there, fag," he said while his thick, white, cum dripped from my
eyebrows and nose.  "Don't clean it up.  You're lucky to have my cum all
over you."  This was a side of David I hadn't seen before.  He had always
been horny as hell, but never really mean about it.  He always just wanted
to get off.  He took my hand and rubbed it on my face spreading his cum all
over.

He turned around and backed up so his ass was in my face.  "Clean it,
bitch."  He spread his mocha ass cheeks exposing his rose bud.  I reached
out with my tongue and made contact with the wrinkled edge of his hole.  He
grabbed my head from behind and shoved it hard as far as he could.  I
reached out with my tongue and entered him, licking and cleaning.  It was
hard to breath, but he would loosen up once in a while and I would gasp a
breath.

He was moaning and really getting into getting his ass rimmed.  He pulled
my hand around and placed it on his dick.  I was amazed that he was hard as
rock so soon after shooting his load.  I began jerking him which caused him
to grind harder against my face with his ass.  He spread his cheeks with
his hands to allow me deeper into his hole.

I increased my stroke until he turned around and finished for the second
time by shooting globs of white, hot cum onto my face.  For the second
time, he took my hand and rubbed it around my face.  He smiled, pulled up
his pants, grabbed my chin, looked me in the eye, and spit in my face.
Then, he left.