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High School Bully Part 3

first time, cunnilingus, crossdressing, seduction

I find a note from Tony when I open my locker in the morning. It's instructions to go to the girls' locker room late in the afternoon. Not able to keep up with all of the athletics of our school, I don't even know if anyone's going to be there at the time or not. This thought plagues me all day.

When I arrive, I find that there's no real way of "sneaking" into this forbidden area. It empties onto the gym floor, visible from any point in the room. Fortunately, the gym is empty. Still, I try to employ as much stealth as I can as I enter.

I haven't been in a locker room in years, not since middle school when Gym was a required class. I managed to get out of it in high school as I was in Marching Band. Apparently, the physical activity is enough to give me a free pass. I hated having to undress in front of other boys every day of class. Ironic, then, that I now spent most evenings undressing and pleasuring the biggest jock in school.

Though bigger than the middle school locker room, everything else is about the same with the taupe lockers, narrow blue plastic benches, and white brick walls. There's dampness in the air. Did this come from the showers or the girls? The fresh, strong smell of sweat and an underwhelming odor of chlorine bleach fills my nose.

I listen for any noise but hear nothing over the pounding of my heart and the echo of my footsteps across the tile floor. Why did Tony want me here? Would he show up, expecting me to serve him? He always kept me guessing.

I hear a noise outside the door, out in the gym. It's the unmistakable squeak of sneakers on hard wood coupled with the deep pounding of a basketball.

I'm trapped! My heart jumps every time the ball hits the floor. Is it Tony outside, bouncing that ball, or someone else? As long as that noise keeps up, I may be safe, but it's going to stop sometime... and I'm still going to be here, unless I can find a way out.

The only other door out of the locker room has been chained from the outside. I push against the chain, knowing it's fruitless. I stop and realize that there's something horribly wrong. The sound of the ball has stopped! Instead, I hear a very loud, theatrical throat clearing behind me, "Eh-Hem!"

My blood turns to ice water as I turn to see who has discovered me in this forbidden chamber.

She's clad in gym shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Her blonde bangs are plastered across her forehead with sweat. Her arms are crossed across her chest, over her hefty breasts. She wears a look of disgust on her face, as if she's just found a cockroach on her pillow. It's Laura, Tony's girlfriend.

"Look what we have here," she says to know one, "a pervert in the girls' locker room."

Does she know? Have I been set up?

I don't say much back to her query, at least nothing intelligible. I stammer a denial to which she slowly shakes her head, sighing.

"Maybe you weren't sniffing panties, maybe you were putting them on. Is that right, faggot?" she chuckles as she comes nearer.

Her body exudes heat. She's been playing, hard. Sweat spreads out under the sleeves of her shirt. I stand frozen as she comes uncomfortably close, exuding the sweet scent of sweat and shampoo. She reaches behind me and puts her hand down the back of my pants. Oh, god. She grabs onto the thong that I wear.

Her chuckle blossoms into a belly laugh, "Are these from the girls, or are they your own pair, sweetie?"

Does she know that I'm wearing panties because her boyfriend likes me to? Had Tony told her about me? He always liked to tell me about Laura, even having me watch him fuck her on occasion (as I hid in the laundry room). At times he would even put me in a blonde wig, the hair styled like hers. I always wondered what it would be like if she and I could serve Tony together. Would we share his cock? I'd never been with a girl before; would he allow me to touch her pussy?

These thoughts pour through my mind as I feel her grip tighten on my panties, tugging them up the crack of my ass.

"You're just a little bitch, aren't you?" she says, her mouth close to my ear. That's what Tony always called me. She had to know!

I can never deny it. Not after the first time that I found myself enjoying the feeling of Tony's cock in my mouth. I nod my head.

She laughs again, sending a shiver through me. "Little bitches like you were made for licking pussy," she says.

I crane my neck, trying to look at her. She grabs my chin, keeping my head forward.

"You heard me, bitch. Now get down, get on your back," she says, gesturing to the nearest bench.

I straddle it, planting my feet on either side. I balance myself there and look up at her. She's upside down to me. I stare as she strips off her shorts and grey boxer brief underwear, seeing her sex closer than I ever had before. The dark blonde tendrils of pubic hair look wild, untamed.

Again, I feel the heat of her as she comes near. I can smell her sex. It's pungent, heady. Before I know it, she's over me. I see that her skin is wet with perspiration. Her vagina is over my face. Her muscular thighs on either side of me. Her legs are powerful from all the basketball practice. After all, she's the captain of the team. And now she's lowering herself down onto me.

My mouth opens and I drink deeply from her, tasting her juices. She wets my face and I feel like her pussy is the only thing in the world. I taste the earthy deliciousness of her pussy mixed with the acrid tang of her sweat.

I push my tongue inside of her, feeling the slickness and the heat. I don't know what to do, other than lick. I've never seen Tony do this to Laura and I've never done it to a girl.

My inexperience my show. Laura readjusts and I feel something small and hard under my tongue. She reacts when I give it a tentative little lick. I've only seen diagrams of female anatomy up to now and they were always turned the opposite way. I recognize this as the clitoris and begin licking it harder and quicker, thinking of it like the sensitive underside of Tony's cock. What would Laura say if she knew I was licking her pussy the same way I sucked her boyfriend's cock?

I find a rhythm, aided by Laura's movements above me. I realize that I like what's happening; the taste, the smell, the feel. Most of all, I like knowing that I'm giving Laura pleasure -- this is the same thing I like most about serving Tony.

She moans, waking me from my reverie. I feel more wetness seeping from her. She's bent over me farther now and I feel (what I can only imagine to be) a hand brush accidentally against the tented crotch of my pants. My cock is roiling and this slight contact almost puts me over the edge. I lick harder and faster.

I'm turned-on even more now, though I still feel a sense of unease, realizing that Tony must have set this up with Laura. Then, perhaps, she knows everything about me. Maybe she's seen the video tapes that Tony made with me mincing around his parents' basement, closely following a script wherein I tell him what a little wanton cocksucker I am and that I can't stop thinking about his dick in my mouth all hours of the day. Has Laura seen this? How many other people have?

She pulls me out of my thoughts by the shock of her fingers gripping the crotch of my pants, her palm over my cock, using it like the horn of a saddle; appropriate as she rides my face, my tongue caressing the wet pinkness with vigor. She grunts the same way I had heard her grunt the few times I attended girls' basketball games as part of "Pep Band". She thrusts her hips down onto me, harder, bouncing her mons against my chin.

She grabs onto me harder and I have no choice but to cum right then and there, laying on the bench with her pussy against my face. I cum in my panties, under my pants. My hot breath baths her clitoris and this seems enough to put her over the edge. She begins pushing and pulling against my crotch, screaming while she bounces on my face. Her screams echo loudly through the empty locker room.

She collapses on top of me. I can still hear the echoes of her screams in my head. I've given Laura what she wanted and that makes me happy. I also love the way her weight feels on me, the warmth from her body against mine. I look up to see her bare, shapely bottom, following the trail of downy hairs from her pussy up her backside.

Before I can get used to this blissful feeling, she gets up, pushing off of me. She doesn't say a word, merely putting her gym shorts back on (sans underwear, I note). The quiet is oppressive. I want to say something but I don't know what would be appropriate. I feel my skin tightening on my face, her juices drying.

She tosses the underwear onto my chest nonchalantly saying, "Wear those tomorrow night when you come over to Tony's."

My eyes must widen a bit as she quickly adds, "Oh, yes, I know. I wasn't too thrilled when he first showed me but I think that we're going to come to an arrangement soon. One that Tony and I will enjoy. You, on the other hand..." She laughs again, turning and leaving the locker room. The door slams loudly, with an air of finality.

I feel the last bit of cum drip from my withered cock and I know that I have gone from serving a man to serving a woman as well.

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