I don't do chapter titles, ok?
"Alright class, let's call it a day. Take a lap and then head to the lockers." Coach Soarin' yelled to you and your sweaty, heaving classmates. With a grunt, you lift yourself off the ground and start your run around the gym, your legs moaning in pain. Even though school had been back for less than a month now, you could easily say that coach Soarin was possibly the toughest PE teacher you've ever had; a handful of kids had switched their schedules just to get out of Coach Soarin's class, leaving about 20 kids in your class. Another bonus was that you basically had the whole boy's locker room to yourself; many of the guys opted out for weight training classes.
As your lap comes to a close, you go through the gym doors and make a beeline for the boy's locker room. Peeling off your shirt and shorts, you toss them in the general direction of your locker, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. Your feet touch the cold tile, echoing through the locker room. The showers are a welcome sight after today. Turning the dial on the wall, a cold jet of water reaches out to you, washing the sweat of your skin. The cold water sends relief to your sore muscles, replacing a little bit of energy.
Coach Soarin' was a tough bastard.
At least you had this class at the end of the day, you could shower until the school closed if you wanted to. You were in no rush to get home, but this shower had taken long enough. Turning the dial once again, you shut off the water and begin to dry down with your towel
Walking to your bag, you don a fresh pair of sweatpants. You reach down to pick up your bag, when you hear something:
The locker room door slamming, then some grumbles
Normally, it's just you around at this time, and the janitor doesn't make his rounds for an hour or so. Whatever, is probably just a guy from weight training coming in for a shower; it'd be best to leave him alone for his shower. You are about to walk through the locker room door, when you heard him speak up again
It sounded oddly...
Feminine?
Your curiosity piqued, you had back to the lockers as silently as you could. "Oh, man. Those dweebs back there have no idea what they're missing out on"
Taking a few more steps closer, your suspicions are immediately confirmed:
There was a girl in the locker room, about to take a shower in an empty locker room
Seems you weren't the only one with that genius plan. Glancing over at the showers, you see a pile of clothes, a bag, and... A naked girl in the shower with white and purple hair
"Fucking finally, I can take a shower alone."
She continues to talk to herself as she turns on the water, setting it to warm. Water slides off her body, and you're watching. You begin to take quiet, shallow breaths as you let the information of current events sink in. Gilda, the toughest girl in school, was naked and showering no less than five feet in front of you. Her hands lathered soap over her skin, and you gazed at each bubble, taking in every delicate curve and strong muscle you could see
Namely, all of them
She lets out a slight moan of pleasure as the hot water runs down her body. Your eyes eventually gazed downwards, hoping to catch a glance of her snatch. The kind gods that blessed you with this up opportunity grant you a fleeting glance of a cleanly shaven set of glistening lips. As your senses hone in on Gilda's amazing hips, you can only hear the water coming down
You begin to feel hypnotized by their shape
A familiar stirring in your pants barely distracts you. If peeping wasn't your fetish before, it is now
You can only focus on her body at this point
The way it moves under the water
The way it looks from every angle
The way it looks as she dries it off
The way it's walking toward you
Fast. And angry
oh fuck
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
Maybe if you turned around and ran a few seconds ago, you could make it to your bag and the door in time. Unfortunately, Gilda, her body still very wet from the shower, had closed the distance between you with inhuman speed. You can barely react, your legs locked in place with fear.
Only when her hand was inches from your face did your body start to move. You hit the locker room floor, and scramble as fast as you can to get up. Gilda is faster
She wraps a well-toned arm around your neck, dragging you with her
"I-I'm sorry!"
"You have no idea mow much more you'll be..." You're dead. So dead.
Thinking back to all the happy moments in your life, you are thrown into a stall. Gilda comes in and locks the doors behind her. It seems she didn't cover up when she noticed you; despite being in a near-death situation, you take this opportunity to glance at Gilda's body
A hard punch in your gut removes that thought from your mind and the wind from your lungs. Gasping for air, you try to stand up. A swift slap from Gilda stops that.
Stumbling onto the toilet, you sit hastily. Gilda closes the gap.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Is peeping on girls your sick fetish?"
Your mind goes blank, but then you get an idea:
"The fuck are YOU doing here? This is the boys locker room, you're the one that shouldn't be here."
Fuck yeah.
Got her like Phoenix Wright.
"The only way you would know if I were here is if you were peeping on me. Plus, if I walk out of here naked and saying you tried something, who would they believe? There's plenty of evidence on my part..."
She removes your pants in a swift motion, exposing your member to the cold air. She wraps her hand around the base of your throbbing manhood, sending mixed waves of pain and pleasure as she uses her steel grip to stop you from moving away
"If you want me to leave, I can do that"
You struggle to get the words out through the pain
"I can't let you go, you could tell someone about this before me."
Keeping a hand firmly on your member, she moved her body closer to yours, bringing herself to eye-level with you
Another hand grabs your jaw, thrusting your head forward until Gilda's bright yellow eyes were directly in front of yours
"Let me tell you what's going to happen"
Nodding your head slowly, you show your compliance. Gilda draws in a deep breath, keeping her steel grip. "I can't have you running off and tattling like the little bitch you probably are. So I'm gonna have to get you trapped as well..." The way those last words rolled off her tongue... You didn't like it.
The gears turning in your head finally clicked when you saw Gilda slowly rising of the floor and moving a finger along her slick lips
Oh no
nonononono
This isn't happening. Gilda was going to fuck you, just so she can get off the hook squeaky clean. To be fair, it was her only concrete way to insure you wouldn't tell. Except, you wouldn't tell anyone about this on your own. Gilda is one of the scarier people at Canterlot High; she could silence the toughest jock with a stare
And the fact that she was about to fuck you to keep her mess-ups hidden... That scared you a bit as well.
A swift, sharp pain on your face snaps you back to the present. "Get your head in the game, dweeb. I don't go easy, even when I'm fucking some piss-poor loser like you". Her hands were still split between pleasuring herself and keeping your member in a cage. Relieving the duties of the latter, she sits down again, moving her head close to the stiff mass of flesh between your thighs "You're getting off to this? Wow, you must be more fucked in the head than I thought."
"Well, I, uhh.." You stammer out.
"Yeah, yeah. Hold on."
Momentarily backing out of the stall, you can hear from the echoing footsteps that Gilda was headed to her backpack. You weren't tied up; you could probably run for your clothes and get the fuck out of here if you went the fastest you could. But then Gilda could rat you out to peeping and rape... That would screw your life over
Realistically, your best option is to... Let Gilda have her way with you. Hell, it might even be kinda good
Another slap across the face brings you out of your thoughts. Gilda's imposing figure filled the stall doorway, a roll of duct tape and what looked like panties in her hands.
"Really, Anon? One of the awesomest girls in school is about to fuck you on her own will, and you're just staring off into space?"
"I was just-"
"Can it, dweeb"
The panties go straight into your mouth, soon secured in place with a few grey strips. Muffled words of dismay reach her ears.
"Well, now that you can't object anymore, let's get started" More strips of tape held your ankles together, and others held your hips to the toilet seat.
"Whmm hmbmmt mm mhmnds?"
"With what I'm going to do? Bitch, you're going to need your hands to help you balance."
Those eyes drill holes into yours as she spits out her answer.
sekcy tiem in the showers!
She opens up her thighs a bit, letting you get an even better view of her snatch as she continues to pleasure herself
"S'matter, dweeb? You want a turn?" Unable to make a sound through her panties, you nod. Gilda flashes her pearly white teeth at you in what seems to be a cocktail of pleasure and mania. Using her well-toned, powerful legs as supports on the stall walls, she places her ass on your shoulders, leaving the sweet-smelling folds inches from your face. "Dig in dweeb. Eat like it was your last meal"
You follow her instructions to the letter, savoring each taste as her fluids roll down your tongue. A loud sigh echoes through the locker room as Gilda throws her head back.
"Huh... N-not bad for a dweeb like you" she groans out as you explore her depths. Closing her thighs around your head, you are plunged into darkness and cut off from air. You need to finish your mission fast, before you black out. Bringing your hands up to help, you feel around for her clit, judging by her breathing, you were close. A yelp and increasing pressure from Gilda's thighs alert you that you've hit the magic button. "Hey, d-dweeb, I didn't s-say you could u-use that..."
You press on her button again, sending another shiver down her spine. Her breaths are shallow and rushed, only increasing in speed as she reaches her climax. Your mouth is filled with an assortment of juices, all of which you drink hastily. Gilda shrieks as she rides the waves of pleasure. Legs trembling, she steps down to the floor, resting on her knees
"You're.. such a cheater...". The volatile combination of lust and hate and her golden eyes would have forced any man to take any chance to run away, but you have no such luck. "You know you're going to pay for that, dweeb"
"I did what you said!" You try to mumble through her panties
"Tough shit"
Your mind flew at binding speeds, going through the ways she could 'make you pay'. A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead.
"Hey, Anon. Look here"
Snapping back to reality, you move your eyes to where Gilda was sitting on the floor. A flash fills the stall, assaulting your vision.
"The fuck was that?"
"Woow. Would ya take a look at that. I got your eyes wider than plates". Flipping the phone she had retrieved from your sweatpants, you see a clear image of you taped to the toilet, eyes wide and member standing proud, complete with a pair of panties in your mouth. Seeing your shock, Gilda rips out your makeshift gag
"Oh, man. Your reaction is gonna be priceless..."
"Gilda, what the fuck? You have enough dirt on me as is, you don't need-"
"Nevermind"
The panties are shoved back into your mouth, a slight tang of Gilda's puss staining the cloth
"I guess it's my turn now." Gilda says as she slithers closer to your open legs, her eyes focused on the solid mass between them. Placing a few tender kisses on the tip, she begins to slowly stroke. Experimenting with different speeds, hand positions, and tongue movements, she found an amazing balance that drove you insane with lust
"Tell me, dweeb. Which way do you like more? I might want to do this again." A new panic settles in, but it cannot stay; your head is filled with sparks of pleasure as Gilda takes your throbbing manhood in its' entirety, flicking her tongue against the head. A loud groan fills the room, barely covered by the gag. With a satisfying pop, Gilda releases your member
"I knew you'd like that better. Now smile for the fuckin' camera." Before you could take a recovery breath, your member is covered in the warm, wet environment of Gilda's mouth. She brings up your phone, switching to the front-facing camera. The selfie of her sucking your dick was taken, her giggles sending amazing vibrations down your throbbing manhood. Eyes already rolled back in pleasure, you let another groan fill the room.
The continuous sucking and licking soon drove you over the edge, flooding your mind with a tsunami of pleasure, and flooding Gilda with thick white ropes of your seed. Choking on the sudden torrent, Gilda releases your member, sending the last few stands onto her face
"Damn, dweeb. You're a messy bastard." Not one to lose energy or sexual drive, Gilda was back on her feet and peeling off the gray strips that held you to the toilet, leaving smooth patches where hair used to be. Forcing you up, she wraps a strong hand around your wrist, effectively creating a leash for her to drag you around with. "Let's go get cleaned up, Dweeb. Bring your phone, I have an idea."
Taking out your makeshift gag, she pushes you back into the stall. You dig through the pile of discarded clothes to find your phone, opening up the camera app. "Good boy. You might get something if you play along a bit more."
She wanted more of this? Questions plagued your mind as Gilda dragged you by your arm to the showers, pushing you in a corner.
"Turn on the camera, switch it to video." Following her directions to the letter, your phone starts recording as Gilda turns the shower back on, the warm water running down her body. "Yeah, that's right, dweeb. Keep that camera steady, I know you're going to watch this later."
She bent over, revealing her supple ass and a hint of her snatch to the camera, lightly giggling as she shook her bottom. "Oh, I bet this is torture for you, dweeb. You just want it all, don't you? You'd love for me to spread my legs for you, big guy." Warily, you nod your head. Your member, so recently drained, was already standing to attention, ready to satiate any of Gilda's desires. You needed this
"Y-yes, Gilda. I w-want it."
"I know you do. But I need to clean up before I can decide if I want it too. Keep that camera steady."
Bending over once again, Gilda begins to soap up her legs and ass. Your eyes follow her hands as they trace her form, going over every curve and toned muscle she had below her waist. She stepped back into the jets of water, moaning as heat wraps around her. Soap runs off her wide hips and down her powerful legs. You weren't sure how much longer you could last watching this
"C'mere, dweeb. Help me wash off." Without stopping to think, your legs carry you forward to the water "See, my balance isn't that great. I'm going to get my feet, you need to stand behind me and make sure I don't fall. Think you can do that?"
"Y-yes"
"Good. Here I go." Agonizingly slowly, Gilda bent over, her ass less than an inch from your twitching member. Moving the camera down, the view of her round ass filled the screen. Suddenly, Gilda backed up, placing your member between her warm cheeks, then stood up, keeping it in place. "Oops."
A deep groan left your lips as warmth encased your throbbing manhood. Gilda flexed the fleshy cage, driving you closer to a lust-driven insanity. "Hmm. I know I said I'd wait until I was done with my shower to decide, but you've presented a... very effective argument. I'm convinced."
Releasing your member from its prison, the cold locker room air rushed around it. Gilda turned, her hands already making their way to her snatch. Your free hand tries to join them, wanting to feel Gilda's prize. As your hand makes contact with her wet lips, hers are on your shoulders; pushing you down onto the cold tile of the shower floor, sitting on your midsection
"Heh, thought you could sneak one in? Too bad, dweeb, I fuck when I want to." You go to push yourself up when you feel her pounce on top of you and hold you down "Not so fast dweeb, since you did something bad, now you have to be punished." she says, pressing all her weight through her ass into you
"L-like what?" you say with a heavy swallow, squirming under the pressure
"You're going to lay right there like a good little boy and film me like you're supposed to. Oh, and if you try anything grabby or if I feel your dick poke anywhere it's not supposed to, your balls aren't going to be the only blue thing on your body. Got it?" she says, placing a tight grip on your shoulder
"Y-yes," you reply meekly.
Sporting a wide grin, she moves her hips backwards, closer to your throbbing manhood. Her free hand moves with it, stroking her groin lightly. Inserting her fingers into herself, Gilda begins to move her hand faster. Her hips were, once again, less than an inch from yours. Shifting her hips forwards and backwards, she taunted you with her glistening lips
"If you were patient, these could have been yours by now. To bad you rushed for it..." Dropping herself slightly, she allowed her snatch to barely come into contact with your member. As rivulets of her fluids ran down your member and hips, she began to grind herself on your length. Restraining the overwhelming urge to buck your hips, you squirm a bit under her weight. "Keep that camera steady, dweeb."
Your member twitches from the now constant attention and warmth, causing even more fluids to seep from Gilda's snatch. She speeds up her grinding, further dampening your hips and increasing the volume of her moans. A sound of pure bliss forces its way out of Gilda's mouth, signaling her second orgasm. Torrents of Gilda's juices spill on you, her legs trembling and torso weak.
The tight grip she had kept on your shoulder was relieved as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body limply falls onto yours, her sizable breasts softening her fall. Obeying her earlier orders, you keep the camera going, not bothering to help her up. Gilda slowly gets off your body, panting as she struggles to stay up
"Well, then, dweeb. I-i guess it's y-your turn..." Sitting down in front of you, she slowly uncrosses her legs. "Come and get it, I know you've been wanting it for so long."
Crawling over, you position yourself for what it's about to happen.
"Set the camera down over there, you'll need both hands to take me on."
Author's Note
I should live in the Grand Canyon to put my cliffhanging skills to use, shouldn't I?
Anyway, here it is: Chapter two, after a month of being unproductive
