Moving On - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Moving On - Chapter 3

Moving On Chapter 3 Time seemed frozen. The look of shock and horror on Evelyn’s face was juxtaposed with the wet remnants of my cum on her cheeks and chin. My cock fell from my hand, and my head felt like it was moving through molasses as it slowly turned towards the bathroom entrance. “Looks like you two have been up to a lot,” Mr. Clark said nonchalantly with a slight grin, glancing around the bathroom as if searching for other members of our little party. “I was wondering where you had disappeared to for so long.” An awkward silence ensued. Evelyn, still kneeling on the floor, gave a nervous laugh. Mr. Clark’s grin turned devilish. “Now’s not the time for laughing, you slut,” Mr. Clark said gruffly, stepping towards us. Evelyn flinched. “The way I see it, there are two possibilities. A, I report you to the school and you have some serious consequences, or...we can figure something out. Between the three of us,” he added, with an evil glint in his eye. I didn’t like where this was going, at all. “Wh-what do you mean?” Evelyn’s innocent voice pierced through my jumble of thoughts. Mr. Clark nodded, still smirking. “That’s what I thought.” His hairy hands moved to his trousers and he started unbutton his pants. With his thinning brown hair, thick spectacles, and pasty complexion, he was truly an unattractive man. But he was huge and imposing, and that is what I think made me stand my ground instead of getting the hell out of there. Evelyn seemed to be similarly affected. ...

... Her mouth was agape as she realized what was about to happen. Mr. Clark unclipped his suspenders and let his trousers fall to his ankles, leaving him only in his tighty-whities. “Stand up, slut,” he muttered, gesturing at Evelyn. His breathing became ragged. I started to feel sick, for Evelyn’s sake. I looked at her, trying to convey my sorrow and guilt through eye contact. She looked back at me not with anger, but with fear. Legs shaking, she slowly stood up, covering her pussy with her hands. My cum on her face was now mixed with tears. I looked back at Mr. Clark, whose tighty-whities were bulging. His hands were slowly massaging his cock to life in his underwear. Then, he took it out. It was giant. No joke, it had to be at least 9 inches, and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. Evelyn made an audible gulp. Mr. Clark started stroking his cock, making grunting noises in the back of his throat. “Now fuck,” he said. Huh? “You heard what I said, fuck him, you dirty slut!” Mr. Clark’s whisper grew louder as he focused intently on the two of us. “Fuck him or either one of you can start sucking on my cock right now.” Shit. Shit shit shit. Evelyn looked at me. We both knew our only option was to start having sex with each other, right now, before he made either of us have sex with him. Evelyn’s hand began to move away from her pussy and towards my crotch. That’s when the bell rang. I nearly cried in relief. Mr. Clark hurriedly stuffed his member back inside his pants. “Don’t think we’re ...