School Bully, My Hero Pt. 02

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Thanks for the feedback. I appreciate the thoughtfulness and suggestions, you are all most kind. The first chapter was short, as many of you noted, it was meant to give an introduction while being deliberately short, so you would have an idea of whether it is to your interest without taking up too much time. I hope it was not too short, which is to say, it probably was, but the second chapter fills in some blanks before it develops some dramatic elements.

...As I carried my books out of school, I was grateful Sandra had offered me a ride.

She said, "Just come out the front, make a right, and go to the corner of the school. There is a bench facing the parking lot and road. Have a seat, I'll be getting out just a few minutes later than you." Then she smiled, swallowed the last of her carton of milk, stood up, and headed to class. I was done eating as well, but I lingered at the table, sneaking a peek at her butt. It was wide, firm, and plump. Not overly plump, but definitely firm and muscular. I was not sure if she caught me looking; she had quite a wiggle in her walk, could it be for my benefit?

Once out of the school, the bright sunshine and blue sky was in harmony with my mood. When had I experienced such a wonderful day? In my younger days of grade school sure, there was lots of good times, but good days were fewer and fewer as size and mature features came to everyone but me. Today was different! First, right when I felt the walls closing in during English class, Sandra had encouraged me not to pay any attention to the heckler. She asked where I was from, what my favorite class was, and what my schedule was. Most of the time she was focused on the English lecture; several times however, there was a lull and she had whispered those questions. Comparing schedules, she told me we only have English together today, but we share lunch time. Tomorrow we have English, Art, and Phys Ed together. When lunch time had come, it was so nice to be hollered to, not hollered at. It was really obvious that she wanted me to sit with her. During lunch she filled me in on her post English morning. There was Mrs. Protter teaching history. She was giving an introductory lecture on the beginning civilizations around the world, when Philip Marten let a big fart. Of course the class started laughing; as the laughter died down somebody said too bad this wasn't the beginning of the universe Science class, that was the big bang. We both laughed for a bit.

Sandra finally got her composure after a couple of false starts of snickering, and then said, "Speaking of Science class, I have Mr. Bassan for Chemistry. It's a wonder he did not have a bang himself. He was mixing a couple of chemicals- not sure what they were- he wanted to make a small mess by adding baking soda to show us to be careful not to make messes. Trouble is he got a way stronger reaction than he anticipated. The janitor will be mad at him for at least the rest of the week."

We turned our attention to our food for a moment. I had a ham and swiss sandwich with barbeque sauce (my favorite). Guess mom was trying to make my first day as good as she could. Given the pleasant company, it was easy to enjoy a simple pleasure such as a favorite sandwich.

"Hey, you have a Snickers bar, wanna trade for my bag of Fritos?" she asked.

'Wow, so nice to have a trade offer, instead of jerk just taking it'.

"Sure", I would have preferred the candy bar, but it really was a fair trade, and I wanted to please Sandra. I like Fritos; the day would have been better if Sandra had given me the Fritos and let me keep the Snickers too. 'Ok self, this is school, not heaven'.

My recounting of the days events stopped as I came to the corner of the school.

'This must be the bench she was talking about. It faces the parking lot and the road. Nice to have it all to myself since school is out, so everyone is hurrying home.

As I sat on the bench, the sun gently warming my shoulders and the back of my neck, it struck me how nice it was that she had asked me to ride with her. A chill of excitement countered the warmth as I considered, ' "ride with me", that means she wants to hang together! At least for today.' This was a wonderful feeling of belonging, of being safe, and of having value. I just hope it lasts.

Again I became lost in thought. It was strange that after lunch no one hassled me all day. As a matter of fact, when I left the cafeteria two boys stopped me. They appeared to be underclassmen, yet they were already bigger than me.

One of them asked, "So, ah, are you like uh, friends with Sandra?"

"Yeah" I said, more hopeful than with certainty about our friendship.

"Cool'" he said, to which his partner added, "very cool".

Then they smiled and walked down the hall.

Just before my last class, three girls said hello and stated, 'so your friends with Sandy' . it wasn't really a question, it was more of a statement to confirm. I nodded my head yes. They all seemed very pleased with this, they smiled, and then one giggled. That got them to all giggle a bit.

Then one of them patted my arm and said, "Sandy is so sweet, I'm glad."

'Sweet- not exactly the way I would describe her, sure she was being nice and she had been friendly, but she was way too intimidating for me to think of as sweet'. Just then I snapped out of my recollection of the day.

"Hop in!"

It was Sandra, she had leaned over and opened the passenger side door to her truck. She gave me a big toothy smile and beckoned me in with a shake of her head. She patted the seat and asked if I was ready to go. 'Ok, maybe she is sweet'. I might have known, a big gal needs a big truck. This was the full sized crew cab Ford F-150, with a large chrome bumper protector, chrome wheels, and a chrome trimmed bed liner. It was lifted a couple inches higher than normal- not absurdly lifted, just a bit higher than from the factory.

I hoisted myself in and closed the door behind me. The door made a strong thud noise as it shut, implying solid, sturdy strength, 'much like Sandy herself' I mused. The seat was a soft, sumptuous, light tan colored leather which matched the dashboard. There was the pleasant "car leather" smell and a subtle air freshener pine scent, yet there was something more in the air; a womanly smell with wildflower tones. It was Sandy- 'she must have put on perfume since we were together for lunch.' I imagined her putting it on just after she got in her truck, putting it on to smell nice for me! I felt myself getting excited by this.

"So how was your first day?"

"Huh, what?" 'Geez quit daydreaming and pay attention.'

But Sandy just chuckled and started down the road. Rephrasing, "Sooo,...How do you like our school so far?"

"Oh, I like it real well. Have you gone here all four years? I asked.

"Yeah, I have. This is a real nice place if you give it a chance." She paused, seemed like she wanted to say more, but was weighing her thoughts. "What I mean is, if you get in with the right group of friends, it is a nice place. I suppose that's true of most places".

I did not want to contradict her, nor did I want to get into all my troubles at previous schools, so I just smiled and shook my head, like I agreed with her.

"Say, how about I show you around? Your folks aren't expecting you home yet since they figured you would walk home, right?"

I was so glad the subject had changed, I would agree to just about anything. "Sure, I'd love a tour" I said with my most gallant tone.

So Sandy showed me downtown, pointing out her favorite burger stand, the big and tall shop where she bought clothes, her go to place for pizza and the garage where she got her truck's chrome.

"Did you get the truck lifted at that garage too?" I asked as we left the outskirts of the town.

"Wow, I'm impressed that you noticed that. Naw, the truck was already modified when I got it. Actually, that's kinda how I got it. Yasee, this dude got it done, then did not like it, so he sold it to me."

"Lucky for you" I responded.

She drove for a couple more miles, then turned down a dirt road. This seemed a bit strange, and I was just starting to get uncomfortable when she explained where we were going.

"This spot coming up is really special. It is pretty. It is peaceful. It is my favorite place to fish. Sometimes I just come here for some quiet, umm... solitude! That's the word I was looking for. Anyways, Billy, I hope you like this place too."

About then the road had become more of a path, She slowed the truck to fast crawl the last 50 yards to a still mirror-like pond of water colored green in spots by seaweed. It was framed on 3 sides by tall trees and thick brush. On the open side we approached from it was obscured by weeds and tall grass until you got up near the bank.

Sandy climbed out of the truck and closed the door. She then looked back in and gave me a big grin. 'Guess this is my que to get out as well.' By the time I got down she was standing next to me. There was a gentle breeze blowing across the water, caressing our faces, and making me slightly dizzy. Without realizing it, I leaned against Sandy. I did not lean hard, just kind of brushed up against her side. She immediately draped an arm around my shoulder. It felt so nice, I tilted my head towards her. Because of the height difference, this put the top of my head into her armpit and my face against the side of her boob. 'Oh does this feel great', I thought. 'What are you doing? You don't cop a feel from King Kong, don't make her mad.' I suddenly pulled away.

Oh, I'm sorry", Sandra said. "I did not mean to take things too fast for you"

" 'Too fast for you?', I'm the one putting my face against the side of your boob!" I blurted out.

I thought she would kill me for that, how could I have been so dumb. But instead, she giggled. This was the first time I had heard her giggle. She had laughed, chuckled, and perhaps snorted when amused. but this was the first time she let out a sound I would have described as a giggle. She closed the narrow gap between us, now standing very close indeed she smiled and looked down into my eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" she gently asked.

I raised up on my tiptoes and opened my mouth to reply. She bent down to meet my rising, and before I could speak, my open mouth met her lips. Finding my mouth engulfing her lips she muttered something like 'oh' and opened her mouth as well. And just like that, I was having my first French Kiss. Her tongue slid into my mouth, big and strong, like the rest of her. It pressed to the roof of my mouth for a moment, then it pressed my tongue. I started to drool, 'oh great, just what she wants, a sloppy drooling kisser', but to my surprise, she shucked my spittle into her mouth eagerly. Then she relaxed her tongue, sliding it back into her mouth. I did not want to break contact with it, so my tongue had followed hers, and was now in her mouth. She had become passive; letting me probe deeply into her. We mutually broke the kiss, panting with excitement. I leaned in boldly, and we repeated the process, our tongues danced and danced.

"This all started when you pressed your face against the side of my boob. How would you like to feel the front of it? Sandy said flirtatiously.

I closed my eyes and sighed. "This is the most wonderful dream"

"This ain't no dream honey" she replied

I opened my eyes. Sandy giggled again. Then she rapidly pulled her top off. This revealed a black lacey bra that was holstering her enormous breasts. There was about 6 inches of cleavage, what a dark mysterious crevice! In contrast to the rapid shedding of her top, she removed the bra slowly, and deliberately. When her tits were freed they giggled, making me even more excited. Her nipples were starting to harden- wonderful thing, that cool pond breeze. She wave her hand entreating me to become one with her bosom. I took hold of one of her tits with both my hands and lifted it. The weight was so sweet to my hands. lifting it a bit gave my mouth access to her nipple while we both were standing. 'Maybe being short has it's advantages!'

"Mmmm, suck me baby", she cooed, and then kissed the top of my head.

She now had wrapped both arms around me and was caressing my back as she pushed my face into her tit. I immediately shucked on her nipple. 'It is so big, it almost fills my mouth!' I did not know what I was doing, but she seemed to be responding. Her nipple was getting hard and pebbly; while moans of pleasure were gently filling the air.

"Do you trust me?" she asked throatily.

I pulled away from her nipple and gasped, "Yessss" I hissed as my hands continued to knead her breast.

She took my hands, and place one on each breast, then her hands applied pressure to mine causing me to squeeze both her breasts. As my mouth now started sucking on a fresh nipple, my fingers began to pinch the previously sucked nipple. Both were becoming very hard.

"If you trust me, let me take charge now, Ok?" she said huskily.

I just shook my head in an affirmative, not wanting to break contact with my new found pacifier. I felt myself being turned and lifted up into the back seat of the truck. I just kept on playing with my jugs, it had me almost oblivious to anything else. Next I felt my pants being pulled down, then she slowly lowered my boxers. I froze, mouth-on-tit; she was now looking at my little boner; surely she would laugh at me, and this would all be over as quick as it had started. To my surprise she gently caressed my balls and told me I look so hot with my hard dick leaking precum.

Next she reached up into the bin between the front seats, while her other hand continued to rub my balls. I would not have noticed her reaching, but it caused her to stretch, shifting her chest up from my hands and mouth. She fumbled around for a few moments. Finally, she had to lift up completely off of me to get whatever her quest was. She then produced a jar of vaseline.

Holding it in between us she said, "You'll thank me for this later."

She got a glop of it on her right fingers, setting the jar aside, her left hand resumed it's attention to my balls and encircled my petrified member. At the same time her right hand smeared the jelly into the crack between my cheeks. She rubbed up and down my crack several times. Then she got another glop, This time it was perched on just 2 fingers. She returned to my derriere, and instead of just smearing, she positioned a finger at my hole. She gently circled it as it puckered involuntarily. I then felt pressure as it tried to enter me. As I started to tense up, she squeezed my balls more forcefully. It did not hurt, but it distracted me a bit. As she relaxed her grip, I felt her finger inching it's way in.

"Just relax, and trust me, this is going to fell good. Suck harder on my tit while I stimulate your dick and pussy." She whispered.

'What did she just say about a pussy? Maybe she means I'll stimulate her pussy. Right, we will get to that as soon as she is ready.' No time to think though, for as her finger went in deeper, she kissed the top of my head. I was really sucking hard on her nipple. Hard to believe it did not hurt her. Now it was in at least past her first knuckle. She moved it in and out. It did feel good. Momentarily, she pulled it all the way out. 'Oh, put it back', I couldn't believe I just thought that. Then I felt a stretching as it went back in, 'but wait, why would it stretch? Oh yeah, I forgot the second finger of jelly. I'm stretched because she must have added a second finger to me'.

"That's it honey, relax and let me make you feel real good" she cooed.

All I could do was moan into her smothering breast as I felt the stimulation of my tongue on a nipple, my hands kneading her breasts like dough, my dick and balls being rubbed on, and my anus signaling pleasures as never before imagined. Then, when I thought it could not get any better, I felt a jolt of pleasure beyond all others. This caused me to spasm with joy. Then it happened again. By the third time, it had registered as a wonderful spark somewhere between my butt and my balls, yet up inside me.

"That's your anal g-spot. It has a medical name. They call it your prostate. You should know that name for your health's sake, but for me just think of it as your g-spot." Then she pulled her fingers out of me and stopped playing with my junk. She raised up off me, detaching from my mouth-tit connection. 'Did I spoil the mood? Is that why she started talking all clinical and stopped messing around?' My questions were answered before I could verbalize them. She needed both hands to shift and take off her pants. This exposed her black panties. Unlike her bra, the panties were not very frilly. They appeared to be rather substantial and supportive. She then began to remove them; as she did so, her dick sprung forward from between her cheeks, where it had been tucked. Obviously, held in place by the special undergarment.

'Her dick is quite nice and big. HER DICK!' My mind screamed at me. 'What is going on? How did that get there between this woman's legs? More important, how do I get out of here?' I blinked my eyes to make sure I saw it correctly. 'Yep, it's a penis alright. Large, circumcised, getting erect.'

"Just like I said, you are going to love this." She said as she pulled me to her.

In one deliberate movement she returned the tit to my mouth, which had been open all this time, she took hold of my balls and gently began to roll them around in her hand. As her body now pressed against me, I was pinned between the bench seat and her. Then I felt her hard dick press where her fingers had been only moments ago. I tensed up. 'No. No.' I tried to resist her. I tried to speak but my voice was muffled by her breast. I pushed out like I was pooping to try to push against her dickhead and resist it. It had the opposite effect. I felt my ring open as I pushed out, plus my movement caused my bum to be pressing against her cock. And within a few seconds it was in me.

The first thing I felt was a lot of stretching and a tremendous full feeling. There was a slight burning and tingling radiating from my outer ring on into my innards. I tried to push off. That's when I realized I was squishing a breast with one hand while my other hand lifted the "underboobage" of a breast I was salivating all over. I tried to talk again but nothing intelligible was coming past that huge tit.

"You are doing great!" she exclaimed.

'Did I just hear you right? You are raping me, and you are telling me it is great.' I started to squirm, if I could just get free, maybe this nightmare would stop. As I shifted I felt a sharp pain. 'She has my balls. I can't go anywhere without them... And they are not going anywhere as long as she has got a hold on them.'

As all this was happening, Sandra was busy too. She had penetrated me to just about the depth of her fingers and stopped. Now she pulled part way out. Then slowly pushing back to about the same depth, and once again. Then she pulled back until she was almost out and started sliding into me a bit faster. That's when she hit that spot. She hit it with her fingers, and now with her dick.

"MMMMMAAH" I moaned into her nipple. I did not want to enjoy the feeling. Even worse, she knew I enjoyed the feeling.

"That's it my sweet baby, take it all. Let me fill you up" she whispered into my ear.

She thrust a bit deeper, again hitting my joy spot. Her hand encircled my little penis and began to stroke it in time with her thrusts.

"Ya, let mommy love you. Let me fill your pussy, my sweet baby."

Her words stung. So humiliating. She was dominating me so thoroughly. A part of me was broken by this. And so I surrendered my ass. She thrust into me deeper and deeper. She seemed to sense that I had given in; that she had conquered me.