This choice: Sarah sexually assaults you during laps • Go Back...Chapter #4Sarah's Assault by: LGV   Today is lap day. As the name so thoroughly implies, the itinerary for today involves you and your classmates running around the track until you all are blue in the face. You curse under your breath at the very thought. Of all the daily activities, it is by far the worst for slacking off. After all, aside from running slow, there isn't much you can do to reduce the burden.
Disheartened, you and your posse stumble over to your school's olympic-sized track field and begin to tackle the insurmountable task before you. You jog at a snail's pace; fast enough to avoid the gym teacher's reprimands but slow enough to not break a sweat. The lot of you march in step, chatting and joking to pass through the dullness. Before long your rhythmic strides begin to take their toll, forcing you to stop. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
When you open you eyes, you are shocked to find your friends missing. In the distance, you see the group trotting on, directly on the other side of the track. They had been here just seconds ago. How in the hell could they have gotten so far? In fact, now that you notice it, it seems that everyone around you has moved forward. There's not a single soul within a hundred foot radius of your current position. Well, that is until you hear her footsteps.
You turn around, your eyes meeting hers in an instant. Of all the people it could have been, it just had to be her. About thirty feet behind you is Sarah. She's coming at you at a determined pace, a look of desire burning in her green eyes. Her hefty bust heaves with each step, the fatty flesh jiggling all the while. It's simply a miracle that her tits don't pop out of the thin piece of scrap she treats as a top.
So distracted by the bouncing beauts you are that you don't even realize she's standing next to you before it's too late. Expecting her to beg, you start to open your mouth when Sarah attacks with a powerful sweep. You're effortlessly knocked off balance, tumbling onto your back. You lay there, belly up, filling with rage. How dare she attack you? The urge to scream all manner of venom at her consumes you, but as you go to speak you find you cannot speak. Or move. Or do anything, really.
"My, you're looking a little exposed there, Adam. Mind if I help myself?" she asks playfully.
She doesn't even wait for a response before tearing at your shorts, pulling them off your lower body in one fell swoop. Your face flushes cherry red as the embarrassment takes hold. As uncomfortable as you are, your cock seems to have missed the memo. It shoots to attention, popping out of your crotch flap fully erect. With a naughty giggle Sarah wraps her hand around the base of your rock hard member and begins to massage it. Her grip slowly moves up and down, sending unwanted pleasure through your body.
For a moment you even forget where you are, letting off a guilty moan before the sound of approaching feet rock you back to the moment. This is it; any moment now, someone will come and notice the handjob Sarah's giving you. You'll probably be suspended, if not expelled. All 'cause of your obsessive girlfriend.
But that moment never comes. Instead of laughing or scream at you, the crowd simply jogs past, as if unaware of what is going on. You think it is a fluke, maybe they're all in on it or too afraid to do anything when you notice one of the teachers pass by as well. There's no way the faculty's in on it as well. What gives?
Your thoughts are shaken as another wonderful sensation rocks your senses. Sarah's taken the handjob to the next level: her puffy lips are wrapped around the head of your cock, lightly sucking the glans as her tongue tenderly dances across the surface. It's an amazing feeling; more powerful than any sex you've had. So strong is the pleasure that you quickly come, blowing your hot load into her waiting mouth. She swallows it all in one single, eager gulp.
As the ecstasy comes to an end you realize you can move your body once more. Sitting up, you find Sarah at your feet. She's got the grin of a victor plastered on her pretty face.
"Sarah, what the hell's going on? Why couldn't I move? Why didn't anyone notice us?" you ask.
"Well..." she begins.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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