Credit goes to Zaxxon for his excellent character Sarah Stevens, and to the setting of Westville High. Credit also to George_Tasker, whose brilliant re-takes of Miss Stevens led me to write this story.
Finally, Linda Turner provided excellent editing assistance for this story.
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Westville High - The Water Park
My name is Doug Waldorf, and I'm an EVIL genius.
No, seriously, I'm an evil genius. My IQ was tested at 195, that's the genius part. And I'm definitely evil. I'm the son of Huey Waldorf, whom you probably haven't ever heard of. Other people call him "Roach Man." Sound familiar?
Anyway, my story began when I was cruising around on "Literotica" looking for something really good to read. It was then, that I stumbled onto the stories about Westville High.
After a night of reading every story I could get my hands on, and a bunch of cum-soaked tissues, I started plotting my course.
"Dad, I want to transfer to Westville High," I told him.
"What? Why?" he asked.
I pulled out my official SuperVillain laptop, and showed him some of the porn that Westville had made. In one, there's a nurse fucking a student. In another, she's taking on a couple of students. Now, a teacher appears to be fucking a bunch of students.
"Holy shit!" he said.
The next week, I found myself walking the halls of my new school, Westville High.
As I walked around the brick-lined halls, I noticed that the whole place was full of bimbos and sluts.
There's Tina. She's a redheaded little minx who's fucked and sucked almost every male in this school. She's wearing an all-white tennis outfit, and you can see that her tits are just crammed into that little tank top. Shit, her skirt just flipped up... is she wearing any underwear?
There's Nurse Brown. That nurse's uniform can't be regulation. It's impossibly tight on her curvy body. The front buttons on her uniform are undone all the way to her stomach, and I can see her black lace bra encasing her pillowy breasts. What do they put in the water around here, anyway?
There's Principal Schwartz. She's a buxom blonde wench who dresses like a slutty secretary. Today, she's wearing a pencil skirt which is damn tight on her ass, and slit almost all the way up her thigh. She's wearing a loose blouse. Wow, she's got huge fucking tits! I kind of like the evil scowl she's got on her face, too.
I'll fuck them later, I told myself. For now, I'm hunting bigger game. Where is Sarah Stevens?
I was particularly interested in Sarah Stevens, the slutty high school teacher who had been the subject of multiple stories. In one particularly hot one, she got roped into a drama production, and got into all kinds of sexual hi-jinks with the juvenile boys running the show. I particularly wanted to see the video of the show, where one boy stripped her out of a tight corset and fucked her from behind right there on the stage.
Ahead of me, I finally saw her. That has to be Ms. Stevens, I thought, standing among a crowd of guys. They were all yelling shit at her, trying to get her to pay attention to them. She had a small smile and her face. She looks pleased with all the attention, I thought.
Holy shit! I stared at her apparel. Is that really what she's wearing around school?
Ms. Stevens looked to be in her mid 20's. She's about the same height as I am: 5' 8". Her platinum blond hair was curled in little waves which fell below her shoulders. She's wearing a sports tank top which clings to her ample tits. Her athletic, toned waist and large curvy breasts were clearly highlighted by the stretchy material. She's wearing exercise shorts as well, which had a white tie around her waist. Look at that ass! It looked like I could balance a book on that thing!
Damn. She's hotter than I thought, and probably just as slutty as all the stories say. To fuck her, I just have to figure out a way to get her alone, and it looks like all the other guys in this school have the exact same idea.
I quickly put my plan into action. I filled out a few forms, and, presto, I am the new president of the "Water Park Club." Naturally, our noble purpose is a dedication to the enjoyment of "Water Parks".
Every club at Westville has to have at least three members. I quickly bribed two obtuse classmates in my Spanish class, Marie and Greg. These two underage kids just want access to money and cigarettes, so it's easy for me to use my ID (I'm eighteen) and a little bit of evil cash to get them to sign up.
Now, with the Water Park Club officially formed, I had to look for a chaperone.
I asked Ms. Stevens, of course. During our lunch break, there's a line of guys loitering outside her door, all hoping to get lucky and convince her to "relieve their aching erections."
Since no one was actually talking to her, I walked right up and explained to her about my club.
"The Water Park Club," she said, "What's that about?"
"Well, it's a club for people who like Water Parks," I explain patiently. "Do you like Water Parks?"
"Yeah! Water slides are super fun," Sarah agreed.
"Then you have to join," I said quickly. "We could use a chaperone for our next event."
"When's your next event?" she asked me.
I sighed inside, and told myself to be patient. I would be fucking this idiot in due time. Just for fun, I looked down her valley of cleavage peeking out from under her tank top. "We are planning to go to the Big Kahuna Water Park this weekend. It should be really fun!"
***
That's how I managed to get to score a trip to the Big Kahuna Water Park with the gorgeous Ms. Stevens.
As soon as we arrived, I quickly paid off the two idiots with five dollars in quarters; they happily found their way to the arcade.
Then I went to find Ms. Stevens. She was sitting under a large beach umbrella reading a copy of US Weekly magazine. The cover of the magazine was "Bieber Fever!" She was wearing a tight purple dress which had a little flower pattern on it. The dress looked almost painted on, and her ample tits bulged out through the deep U-shaped cut at the chest.
"Hey Ms. Stevens," I said, and she looked up at me.
"Where are the other two members of your club?"
"I'm not really sure," I lied, "I guess they ditched me. Can you do some rides with me? All of the rides here are for two people!"
"I thought I would grab some rest time," Ms. Stevens complained.
"But who will I go on rides with? And I'm the president of the Water Park club!"
Reluctantly, she agreed.
The beautiful Miss Stevens stood up, and we walked to the lady's room together for me to wait for her to change. She went inside for a few minutes. I sat outside patiently.
After a minute or two, she poked her head outside and sheepishly asked me to come inside. I did so, checking first that the bathroom was empty.
"Can you unzip me?" she asked.
She turned around and lifted her hair up.
"Of course," I said. I fiddled with her zipper for a while, it was quite stuck. "I just don't have enough leverage," I said.
"What's leverage?" she asked.
"Never mind. Can you just bend over the sink so I can pull the zipper harder?" I told her.
Obediently, she bent over the sink and put her hips against it, bending at the waist. I stood directly behind her, with my crotch pressed firmly against her butt. I fiddled with her zipper for a while longer, stretching out the time that I was pressed directly against her electrifying ass. Then, finally, I wrenched her zipper downward, and it finally gave way.
With her dress undone, Sarah shimmied out of it. Under her dress, she was already wearing her bikini.
Oh my lord! My heart skips a beat. I'd read descriptions of her, but it's just incredible to see Ms. Stevens in the flesh.
Sarah Stevens was built like a swimsuit model or like a Playboy bunny. Under her clothes, she was wearing a very skimpy bikini. The bikini top was light blue, and was patterned with tiny white polka dots. The bikini top was well-fitting: two triangles that strained to hold in my teacher's overflowing breasts. It had thin, white spaghetti strap ties which met behind her neck. Her breasts were nestled together by the bra into a pool of cleavage that threatened to suck in my gaze.
Her bikini bottoms had the same blue and white polka dot pattern, with white spaghetti strings tied in looping bows at her hips. How does that bottom stay on? Those ties look so fragile that I could undo her bikini with one quick move...
"Ms. Stevens? Could you help me with my swimsuit now? My shorts are a little tight." No reason to complicate things, I reasoned. According to what I've read, Ms. Stevens is looser than a pack of worn out rubber bands.
"Doug. You're really cute, and I'd love to see what's under your short," Ms. Stevens says with a sexy grin. "BUT. I have a new policy. No sex with my students."
"Really? Since when?" I was genuinely surprised that she was offering resistance.
"Since 10 minutes ago. My magazine US Weekly is very clear that teachers play an important role in society, and teacher/student relationships are a big no-no," she said with just a hint of self-righteousness.
"Okay, Ms. Stevens. No sex. Got it." Yeah, right, I thought to myself. We'll see.
I am just going to have to work a little bit harder, I thought. Shouldn't be a problem for an EVIL genius like me.
*****
"Which ride should we do first?" she asked, when we had emerged from the changing room.
"How about that one?" I pointed to a tall, twisty one in the middle of the park.
I had already memorized the layout of the park, and for the ride I had pointed to, all riders must have a partner. One person has to ride behind the other on a small plastic sled.
When it was our turn to start the ride, Ms. Stevens climbed onto the front of the sled, and I sat behind her. Her ass, clad in her polka dot bikini bottoms, was directly in front of my dick, and I quickly got an erection. I poked my cock directly into her tight, bikini-clad ass.
I groaned involuntarily at how good it felt! As we got into position to start the ride, I ground my rigid cock forward and back, through the cleft of her ass cheeks. She didn't even seem to notice. Then I looped my hands around her waist, pulling my beautiful teacher in tight to me.
The ride was fun, but I was mostly concentrating on the feeling of my cock, wedged firmly between her ass cheeks. It was great!
For our next ride, I sat behind her again, my cock again was lodged deeply in the crack of her ass. The ride was down through a dark tunnel. Halfway down the slide, I grabbed onto her dangling breasts with both hands.
My hands were now full of her bouncy, full tits. I jiggled them, marveling at their roundness and size. Daringly, I felt her large nipples, like little erasers on my fingers. I felt her aureolae through her bikini top, and pinched her large nipples. It felt great to have her full tits in my hands!
The ride lasted about a minute, and as we crashed into the pool at the bottom, I was happy with how I'd copped a full feel.
She came out of the water, her blond hair matted to her head.
"Did you just feel up my tits?" she accused me.
"No no, Miss Stevens. I was just trying to steer our slide! You know: left-right-left-right."
"Oh, Ok," she said happily. "Thanks for thinking of that!"
