Prep School

Damen sighed as he closed my books. This AP Engineering Principles class had really taken the mickey out of him and he was tired. It was an A day, which meant all of his hard classes: Cybersecurity, AP Stats, Latin III and AP Eng. Principles. Offset by this fact was that each of these classes had no more than 12 people, himself included. However, Damen was a classified "nerd," a bottom feeder in school society, here at Clarksburg Academy. In all of his classes, there were his two friends, Grace and Brett, although most people called him by his last name, Halstead. While they were in the same social standing as Damen, they got a reprieve since they played sports and were good at it, Halstead at lacrosse and football and Grace at volleyball and soccer. Their presence didn't stop him getting shoved into lockers and doors, bumped rather violently and mean-spirited girls teasing him relentlessly. However, it was three months away from it being the end of his junior year and her couldn't wait to get out. Today, though, it was just horrible. Layla, the resident queen of Clarksburg and her friends Cat and Morena (true friends, who would've thought?) were unwavering today in their particular targeting of him. They had constantly made snide remark and quietly laughed at him all day. Worse yet, was that every single class today had assigned a month long project in groups of two, leaving Grace and Halstead to work together and him stuck with, you guessed it, Layla. The girls escalated far above what they normally do, pinching and twisting his nipples and face and slapping his ass with their hands or whatever happened to be in their hand at the time.

Damen was pretty average looking. Blue eyes and messy black hair that fell to his shoulders. He had little muscles in his arms but most of his strength (not that there was much) was in his upper legs and core. Grace was essentially him in female form, slightly taller (5'10" to his 5'9"). Halstead was the blond hair, blue eye combo that got all the male-loving girls wet and it was really his association with the "bottom feeders" that prevented him from Layla-level popularity. Layla, on the other hand was 5'7" of pure brown skinned goodness. As much as he hated the girl with a passion, he could admire her good looks.

Damen gathered his books, sweeping them into his back and sped out the classroom, ignoring the calls of his friends and the jeers and laughter of the trio. He rapidly turned the corners in the corridor, heading for the third floor boys bathroom, whom no one used anymore except for certain "activities." He walked to the other end and opened the janitor's closet. In reality, it was a staircase that he put a sign over to prevent regular plebians from coming up to. Closing the door behind him, he walked up the long flight of stairs, pushing the door open to reveal the light outside; He had exited out onto the roof. He pulled out his Lumia 1520, plugged in his earphones and started playing Monster by Meg & Dia. He didn't hear the door closing behind him and was subsequently surprised by the rock that flew past him.

Yanking out his earbuds, he whipped around faster than Speed Racer, only to get beaned in the head by another rock.

"What the hell is wrong with you Layla?! How did you even get up here," he yelled. The girl in question was leaning against the staircase doorway, signature smirk and eyebrow raise in place. She got up and walked over to him, crouching down to his level.

"I followed you, dummy. Surely you're smarter than that. One of the few things I can at least respect you and really anybody for is your intelligence. Don't tell me you lost that, especially since you're about to lose something else," she said with a mocking tone.

"What do you mean, lose something else," he asked, although having the feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer.

"You know, that ass of yours looks real nice." A red flag instantly went up in his head and he pulled her hand out by the wrist in an attempt to get her to fall and bolted up to his feet. He moved to leave but felt her hand grab his ankle and yank it backwards, and he fell flat on his face.



"You're not going anywhere you little slut." Her voice had turned predatory, and she leapt on his back and pinned his hands to the ground, which were sprawled in front of his face, and he felt a hard shaft press firmly between his butt cheeks. He tried to buck her off, and panic set in when he realized he couldn't move her one inch.

"Please don't," he whimpered. "I don't need to be raped with a strap-on."

Layla laughed out loud at this. "Who said I had a strap-on?" If it was possible, Damen paled more. She fully straddled him now, preventing him from doing much more than flailing his arms and legs. She expertly reached under and deftly undid his belt buckle and pants button, almost as if it were muscle memory. Damen realized that it probably was muscle memory. Pulling his pant and underwear all the way off, she flipped him over on his back. And Damen saw all that he felt in its full majestic glory.

She moved her hips lightly and her cock swayed under her skirt from side to side a few inches from his face. He looked up at her and she just looked back at him, smiling. She waved her cock again and this time it almost touched his nose, and he knew she wanted him to unveil her. At that moment he realized that he despised taking an active role in his own rape; just sitting there passively letting some dickgirl play with his butt or his mouth meant that cock was being forced upon him, but if he started touching her with his hands or doing god knows what else... He looked back up at her and she was still smiling at him. She looked like she had no problem with sitting there all day long with her dick in his face. He wanted this to end as quickly as possible, so with nervous hands he lifted her skirt by the hem to reveal white see-through panties that were stretched to bursting point. Her cock was pushing them at an upward angle, with precum welling out from the tip and soaking through the thin fabric. It seemed to be clocking in somewhere around a foot long and 3" across.

Her cock pulsed and even more on her precum welled out of the tip, dropping onto his face. Smiling gently, as he were a baby, she lifted his head up and sunk her fat cock into his mouth.

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Layla moaned at the warmth of the boy's mouth as she thrust in and out repeatedly. He was obviously in discomfort from having his neck in such an odd position combined with the force of the cocking being rammed down as much of his mouth as she could reach in this position. Layla pulled out and got up, dragging the boy in a sitting position against the wall before continuing.

"Look at how hard you are! You really like it when I violate this hole of yours don't you? Don't worry, I'll give you a lot more!"

In this position, she was able to thrust harder, faster and deeper. She even choked him on her cock, just to do so. Finally, she sheathed herself completely in his mouth before unleashing her load. Cum rapidly filled the boy's mouth, pulsing out of his nose and corners of his mouth. She could see his stomach slowly expanding as she relentlessly filled him. Finally, wave after wave of cum tapered off and she pulled out of his mouth and stood up.

Damen lay against the wall, cum dribbling from his mouth and nose. His belly was clearly distended from the raw amount of cum Layla deposited in him.

"You know what the best part about this is? I'm still hard and have a ton of cum to deposit."

Layla grinned evilly as she repositioned Damen on his knees, slumped forward, presenting his rosebud to her pulsating, raging hard cock. Her cock, covered in saliva and cum slid in smoothly into Damen's ass halfway. She pulled back a little and slammed forward, getting in balls deep. His scream could be heard for miles and it only served to turn her on more. She hooked her arms under his shoulders and pulled him up, leaving him slumped on the wall. All the fight had gone out of him and the tears were flowing freely down his face. She was relentless in her conquest, her powerful yet fast thrusts penetrating him to the fullest each time. She periodically bit him in random places, sometimes drawing blood. Finally, her cock couldn't take it anymore. She sheathed herself fully inside of him and unleashed ropes of thick, pulsating baby batter inside his ass. She grinned even more, it would be awesome if she could actually impregnate him. She pulled out, a string of cum connecting the tip of her cock to the cum dribbling out of his asshole. He moaned, his mind presumably broken and fell to the floor, ass up as she jerked out a few more strands of cum to cover his ass. She leaned down close to him, loving the look on her face.

"I can't wait until you meet my friends!" She giggled at this and sauntered away, making sure to tuck her now flaccid cock away, out of sight.