Part of Zack wanted to stop, right there. He felt like he had crossed a line, and even though the situation was hectic, he knew that things didn’t need to progress any further. A hot fog of desire had settled over his mind, however, and he felt his hips continue to pump into his teacher with almost a will of their own.
It felt amazing. Even though she didn’t have the curviest body, Ms. Wade was a gorgeous woman. Her tits hung in front of Zack, and though the closet was dark, he could still make out the outline of their ample size and perfect form.
He leaned forward and began to suck on one of her nipples as he fucked her. His cock was beginning to tense up, and he knew what came next. He pumped into Ms. Wade with all the strength he had, forgetting for a second what was going on in the rest of the school.
His teacher began to moan, and he had to force her mouth into his shoulder to keep the sound from leaking out into the hallway. He thrust his cock deep inside her, until finally, he couldn’t hold off any longer. Zack blasted his white hot load deep into the cunt of his teacher, feeling steams of cum explode inside her, feeling her up with his seed.
Both of them could only breathe, for a moment. It was almost like coming in for a landing after sky diving from a plane. The reality of what had just happened, and what was still happening, slowly began to dawn on them.
Zack pulled his cock out of her and began to put his clothes back on. His teacher pulled her arms around her naked parts in an attempt to preserve her modesty, almost like a shy school girl. Zack politely averted his eyes, feeling like the surreal nature what was going on almost nullified its consequences.
“This…this didn’t happen,” said Ms. Wade. “If we both live through today…”
“I know,” said Zack. “I’ll never speak of it…”
He thought for a second about leaning in to give her one last kiss, but held back, and instead just cracked open the door to the hallway and slipped out of it. Ms. Wade didn’t stop him this time, and as he stepped back out into the school he felt an incredibly sense of vulnerability sweep over him.
There was a killer on the loose, and Zack had no idea what, if anything, he could do about it.
CHAPTER 6
The school hallways were still new and unfamiliar to Zack. There were no gunshots firing, at least not that he could hear, but an unnerving feeling remained with him as he started back towards the classroom.
He knew that he needed to check in on any survivors he could find. He knew that if possible, his main objective should be to just get a handle on what was happening, and especially if the shooter was still in the school. But somehow, the task just seemed overwhelming. He had to force every step that he took forward, trying to keep a low, silent profile as he went.
Zack turned around a corner. In the hallway ahead, the bathrooms were on one side, and a body was on the other. He approached slowly, feeling the reality settle on him as he saw the pool of blood surrounding it.
The face wasn’t one he recognized, but that was expected. He bent down next to it, watching as blood stained the soles of his sneakers. It was a student, and they no longer appeared to be breathing. They were dead, and all Zack could do was stand there and look.
There was a unwelcome metallic stench in the air, and it suddenly overwhelmed Zack. He stepped over the body, recoiling as little drops of crimson splashed up on his pant leg. He walked forward, unable to look back at the scene of gore behind him.
Something was ahead of him, leaning against a gap in between rows of lockers. It was a girl. It was Alex. He walked more quickly towards her, feeling like seeing a person he recognized was almost like being thrown a lifeline.
“Alex!” he whispered. She had her arms crossed, and was leaned away from him.
“Zack?” she said, surprised. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re alive.
He hugged her, and she buried her head in his shoulder. When he pulled back, Zack expected to see tears, but instead, she had a grim and determined look on her face.
“I’m so glad you made it,” she whispered. “Zack…I want you to stay with me.”
“I will, I will, don’t worry,” he replied.
“No, I mean, after this…too,”
Alex looked serious. Her eyes were locked onto his, as though she was trying to speak to his soul instead of his ears.
“I can’t trust anyone here, Zack,” she said. “Please, I want you to stay close to me. Really close, Zack.”
“I will, of course,”
Zack didn’t know what to expect next, and the kiss that she leaned forward and gave him threw him off guard. He let his hands wander up her back, and managed to hug her in response after a moment.
“Come on, we have to get somewhere safe,” he said.
Zack grabbed Alex’s hand and began leading her down the hall. Despite what he said, he wasn’t sure if anywhere in the school was safe. They passed by a trail of blood that led through a doorway, and both of them dropped into a stealthy crouch, trying to move quietly.
Eventually, they made it back to their classroom. As they approached the door, several police guards streamed into the school. All of them had their guns up and at the ready, and moved quickly towards them.
“Get down!” one of them screamed. “Get down, now!”
Both Zack and Alex dropped flat onto the floor. The police officers opened the classroom door next to them, and then moved on. One of them stayed behind, and helped them to their feet, and then began leading the group of them down the hall.
They exited the school, and all of the emotions the students had been suppressing during the shooting began pour out, almost like a river overflowing a dam. There was crying, yelling, and mourning as they were led out into one of the soccer fields where the survivors were being gathered.
Along with students and teachers that had already made it out were a large group of terrified community members and parents. Alex was pulled away from Zack as her host family found her and began hugging her. He scanned the crowd, and caught the worried eyes of Quinn across the field.
“Zack!” she screamed. “Zack, Zack!”
HE walked towards her, staying relatively calm. She bolted at him as though a woman possessed. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes, and she wrapped him in a tight embrace.
“You’re alive!” she said. “Thank god!”
“It takes more than that to do me in,” he said, smiling.
Quinn kissed him four times in quick succession. The first three landed on his cheeks, but with the last one, she pushed her lips against his. They were soft, and she tasted good. The surprise of seemed to send an excited chill down his spine, and when she pulled back, the look the two exchanged was of more than just relief.
“Come on, the police are sending people home as soon as they check in,” said Quinn.
“Is that…normal?” asked Zack. “I mean, the shooter was wearing a mask.”
“They don’t want a crowd out here exposed in case he’s still on the loose,” she replied.
Zack walked up to the officer with the list and gave him his name. The officer marked him off, taking attendance almost in the same way a teacher would. Quinn waited for him in the parking lot by the car, and as he walked over, he saw her smiling at him, brimming with emotion.
“I was so sure that something had happened to you, Zack,” she said. “You’re not allowed to die…”
“What, are you already laying down the house rules?” he joked, trying to break the tense mood as he climbed into the car.
Quinn smiled at him, and then reached her hand over to the passenger seat and rubbed his thigh. It excited Zack slightly, and he felt a little guilty. He had been one of the survivors. He had made it out alive, and some of the other students hadn’t.
More than that, as they drove back to Quinn’s house, Zack began to feel a strange responsibility dawn on him. He was one of the few people in the town with an unbiased perspective on what had just happened. He had been there, and watched the shootings be carri
ed out around him. He had fought off the killer.
Zack wasn’t sure, what, if anything, he could do to help in the aftermath. But he knew that he had to do something. His first day in Easthaven had been far from anything he ever could have imagined, and he knew that it was only the beginning.
END
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The Bachelorette Party
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
PROLOGUE
The noise of the party had built to a crescendo, and so had the action between John and his step-mother, Nina. She had been leaning seductively against the kitchen counter, out of view of the eyes of the rest of the guests, but only just barely. She had been teasing John, just like she’d been doing all day, and he had reached his breaking point.
The two of them were now wrapped in a deeply sexually embrace, with John grinding his hard cock into the fabric of her dress. He slipped it out of his pants, and rubbed it against her panties before pulling them aside and feeling his mother’s wet, inviting cunt with the head of his dick.
She was whispering something to him, but as far as he could tell it wasn’t stop. He bent her over the counter and began slamming his hips into her, making a lewd slapping noise that threatened to attract the attention of the cabal of drunken women milling around in the living for his step sister’s bachelorette party.
CHAPTER 1
John was in a rush. It was already noon, and he had promised to meet up with his friends a half hour ago. It was the fall of his senior year, and he was kicking it off in style with one last camping trip of the season. Unfortunately, he was running late.
He’d forgotten to set his alarm clock the night before, and like any 18 year old enjoying one of the first weekends since school had reconvened, he’d been up late the night before, doing what any teenage boy does when left alone at night. Judging from the massive monument of morning wood between his legs, his libido had not been even slightly phased by the session.
Grabbing a towel off the back of his door, John quickly wrapped it around his naked body and bolted for the bathroom. It was Saturday, and usually his step mom and step sister were off either shopping or enjoying the day by the afternoon. John’s dad tended to travel a lot for work, and was gone this particular weekend.
It wasn’t until he had already thrown open the door and stepped through it that he realized that his mom was in the shower. To be more precise, she was getting out of the shower. Nina’s body was gorgeous, with massive breasts, a thin waist, and curvy hips. She was the type that made women extremely envious, and men extremely horny.
And now she was standing in front of John, naked and dripping wet. Her perfect pink nipples were slightly obscured by the steam in the room, but he could still see more than enough to spur on his morning erection.
“Oh, hey honey,” she said. “Have you ever heard of knocking?”
“Jesus, mom,” he replied. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were so, well…naked in here,”
Nina smiled and stepped towards him.
“Well, I am,” she said. “And apparently you’re enjoying it,”
John looked down at his crotch and began blushing fiercely, embarrassed and mortified. His cock was definitely on the bigger side, and at that moment it was aimed at his mother as though it was the needle of a compass and her naked body was due north.
“This…this is just,” he stammered. “It’s how I woke up this morning! It’s not you!”
It wasn’t the complete truth, and Nina could clearly tell. John was drinking in the sight of his exposed mom with his eyes, checking her out and feeling almost overwhelmed by a strange, horny guilt.
“Oh, okay then,” said Nina. She stepped even closer to him, letting her naked breasts push against his chest.
“What, what are you…?” John said, almost in disbelief.
“If it’s not me that put you in this state, than it shouldn’t matter that this bathroom is tiny,” she said. “There’s barely any room for one person, let alone two. We might get tangled just trying to get by each other.”
John could only stare at his mom. He felt his cock pulsing, only inches away from rubbing up against the hot cunt of his own mother.
“It’s a good thing that you’re my son,” Nina said. “Any real man that found me like this would probably not be able to be resist. I’d be against the wall right now, and they’d be pushing their big, hard-“
“Mom? John?” called John’s sister, Allison, from the hallway. “What’s going on in there?”
“Sorry, honey, I was just getting out of the shower and John walked in on me,” said Nina. “I’m on my way out.”
She stepped by John, smiling like she had a secret as she did. He felt his heart pounding dangerously hard in his chest as she did, and quickly readjusted his towel to keep it from falling.
Outside the bathroom was Allison. She stuck her head through the door as Nina left.
“Hey little bro, do you mind letting me cut ahead of you?” she asked him. “I have to get ready for my party tonight as soon as possible.”
“I’m going on a camping trip today, sis,” he said. “I’m already late.”
“Oh, come on!” pleaded Allison. “I will only ever get one bachelorette party! I’ll make it up to you?”
He turned towards his sister to say no. Allison had a slightly curvier frame, but for the most part took after her mom. She was wearing a nightgown that billowed open at the chest, giving him an amazing view of her cleavage and making him a little more sympathetic.
“Alright, fine,” said John.
“Thanks!”
He stepped out of the bathroom and began to walk towards his room, figuring he could just call up his friends and let them know that he would be late. As he walked down the hall, he heard a noise coming from his mother’s room. Her door was cracked slightly, and he peered inside.
She was on her bed, naked as she had been in the bathroom, but with her head thrown back and fingers pushed against her cunt. John’s mother was masturbating, and he felt himself totally unable to look away.
Nina was moaning slightly, and her hips were pushing up into the air as she rubbed her fingers across her clit. John felt his cock growing achingly hard at the scene. He hated himself for it, but couldn’t resist reaching his own hand down and massaging his rod through the towel.
“Oh god, yes,” whispered Nina, increasing her pace.
John tried to slip closer, leaning his head in through the door. The last thing he wanted was to get caught, and already felt incredibly ashamed just knowing how erotic the scene was for him. He felt his lust begin to get the bett
er of him, and slipped his cock out from under his towel, stroking it without restraint.
Both mother and son were taking care of themselves, but only one of them had a full picture of what was going on. John was staring at the pink folds of his mother’s pussy. He had a nice view from where he was, and could see also see her large breast mounds and wondered what it would feel like to jam his cock in between them.
Nina began to bite her lip, and she thrust her hips up into the air and released a small cry as she began to climax. Joh accelerated his pace, feeling himself getting close to the verge. He wanted to run into the room so badly, to climb on top of her and let her feel just what she had done to him.
His cock began to explode streams of white, hot cum onto his towel, just as Nina looked up towards the door. He threw himself into the hallway, but was relatively sure that she had seen him. John quickly tip toed to his room and shut the door, his cock still streaming out seed as he went.
CHAPTER 2
John took a moment to catch his breath back in his room. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had done many things throughout his teenage years for the sake of pleasure and his hormones, but this went above and beyond any of it.
He sat down on his bed and remembered the camping trip. He took out his phone and clicked the screen on, only to find a text from one of his friends staring him right in the face.
“Next time if you can’t make it, let us know! We can’t wait for you any longer.”
John sighed, and collapsed back onto his bed. The trip seemed like it would have been an easy way to escape from the embarrassment of facing his mom for the weekend. Even if she hadn’t seen him stroking off to her, watching her masturbate like a horny peeping tom, he still knew that it had happened.
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