The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear

... Her face fell. “You don't think she's...dead. Like the others.” Kyle shook his head. “I know she's alive. She left me a note. She...ran off.” “It's so sad. Ms. Franklin was the sweetest teacher. She kept trying to get me to join her book club.” “Yeah. She was a...” ...bitch. A monster. She tried to murder my wife and she put my other wife into a coma! “...a good teacher.” He hated the lie. “Well, you take care,” she smiled. “You, too, Maricurz.” The hallway was quickly growing empty as students disappeared into classrooms. He rounded the corner and groaned as he saw Braiden glowering at him, backed up by two jocks: a Black guy named Frankie Tyler and a brute named Zane Wilkie. “I'm surprised you don't have half the girls hanging on your arm right now,” Braiden sneered as Zane cracked his knuckles. “They had class,” Kyle shrugged, walking forward, his fist balling up. Braiden used to be his friend, but when Kyle started dating Christy, Braiden had turned into a complete asshole. “Why don't you have any girls hanging on your arms? Oh, right, none of them would touch you, Braiden.” His cheeks reddened. “You're hogging all the girls, Kyle,” Frankie said. “Got to stop, man. There ain't enough to go around these days. Too many guys have been copying you.” “I get it. You tried to be me. You tried to get a bunch of girls to fawn after you and treat you like you were hot shit.” Kyle stopped before them, his anger and frustration boiling through him. Christy had run off, Fatima was ...

... in a coma, and Fumi was off in Japan. The cops were investigating him and Principal Burke was nailing his mom. His fist clenched beneath the strain. “But none of them wanted to serve a bunch of pussies like you.” “The fuck did you just say, asshole?” growled Zane, straighting up. He was easily six-and-a-half feet tall. “You three are a bunch of pussies. All the women at school can sense it. That's why none of them want to fawn all over you.” “I'm gonna crush your face.” Zane stepped forward. “I'm no pussy.” “Then why did it take the three of you to confront just me?” Kyle demanded, looking up at the brute without flinching. “You three are so scared of me, you had to band together to try and find a pair of balls. I doubt you managed it.” “I'll fucking knock your head off.” “Then do it!” He took a step forward, glaring up at the brute. Kyle had faced a charging bear when he fought Ms. Franklin's cabin. Those beasts had been far larger than this guy. “If you're not a pussy, then just fucking hit me instead of talking about it.” Zane's face furrowed, confusion sparking in his dull eyes. He threw an uncertain glance at Braiden. Asshole's probably never had someone stand up to him. It clearly was a new experience for the brute. “What's wrong with you?” the big guy growled. “I'll fucking tear you apart! I got fifty pounds of muscle on you.” “More like fifty pounds of shit that's too scared to do anything. So get the fuck out of my way, pussy.” Zane threw a second glance back at ...