Martin Turner was the boy you picked on in High School, he was the skinny looking kid with freckles that got beat up every day by the local bullies. He was the smartest kid in science class who wore wide rimmed spectacles that were always broken and always stuck back together with grubby looking plasters. He was the ugly duckling, the one with no friends who spent his evenings on his computer or in the back shed with his science kit. Of course he was also the one most likely to go nuts one day and pack a gun instead of his lunch, just to remind you all that he existed. But thatâs another story. And this has nothing to do with revenge.
The lunch bell rang and all through Downtown Highschool kids left their classroom and headed on about their business. Some went to eat their lunch, some met up with their girlfriend or boyfriend, others hit the sports grounds and still others went behind the gymnasium to smoke secret cigarettes.
Martin Turner was the last to leave Maths class, wanting to finish the advanced physics equation he was so close to solving before he went on his break. He didnât much like lunchtimes anyway so he was in no hurry. Mostly he spent his lunch hour eating alone with a good science book, or if it was a bad day someone would stumble across him and tease him or worse, beat him up. Martin finished the problem and packed up his books.
âCome on Marty,â said Mr Steedman his maths teacher, hurrying him up, âShouldnât you be outside in the sun chasing girls or something?â
âAhh,â stammered Martin, blushing furiously at the mention of girls, âYes Mr Steedman.â He hurriedly finished packing his bag and hurried out of the classroom, almost dropping all his stuff as he stumbled on the leg of a chair in his way.
âSee you tomorrow,â his teacher called after him.
Martin pulled the classroom door closed and hurried out of the room, not looking where he was headed. He spun around to look where he was going and ran smack into someone. Martin and the other person tumbled to the ground, and the young geek found himself on top of a rather curvaceous female figure. Martin had crashed into none other than Kelly Sinclair, the captain of Downtown Highschools cheerleading squad and the post popular girl in school. Time seemed to crawl to a halt.
Kelly was dressed in a super short plaid skirt, displaying her incredible toned, long legs, reminiscent of a kinky catholic schoolgirl skirt. A tight fitting white blouse that was stretched taut across her firm and full C cup breasts, the fuel for more than a few of Martinâs (and probably most boys at Downtown Highschool) wet dreams and jerk off sessions.
Martin found himself face down in Kellyâs sizeable bosom, his crotch against one firm thigh, although it took him a few moment to realize his position, and when he did, he froze in terror. Kellyâs large soft breasts felt incredible against his face, it was the closest heâd ever come to a real pair of tits and it was an amazing feeling. The teenager felt himself stiffen slightly against Kellyâs warm thigh, her breathing causing her chest to rise and fall against his cheek. From his very close up point of view Martin could see the lacy white material of Kellyâs bra and this caused further stirrings in his loins.
Time suddenly kicked in again as Kelly screamed loudly and angrily in his ear and shoved him off her chest. Martin fell sideways off her and was quick to grab up his bag to cover the bulge in his lap. He looked over at the furious cheerleader and saw that her already short skirt had been pushed up and he caught a glimpse of the white panties at her crotch.
âYou clumsy asshole!â snapped Kelly, getting to her feet. There were a few onlookers around, sniggering at Martins predicament.
âS..Sorry,â stammered Martin, blushing furiously. He absolutely hated being the center of attention.
âThatâs okay,â said Kelly, her voice suddenly uncharacteristically softening. Any usual encounter of this kind with Kelly Sinclair would have led to about ten minutes of verbal abuse, plus a possible beating from her boyfriend Tom Foster, captain of the football team. Kelly bent forward and offered her hand to help Martin to his feet.
The front of her blouse hung low as she bent and Martin got an eyeful of her lush, soft breasts and deep cleavage before he tore his gaze up to her face. He tentatively reached out and took her soft hand, fearful she was playing some joke on him. But he safely regained his footing with her help.
Once he was on his feet Kelly pushed him against the lockers behind him, leaning her curvaceous body against his. âYouâre Marty Turner right?â she asked him, her voice still soft.
âAhhâŠyes..â Marty stammered, heâd never been so nervous in his life. The cheerleaderâs soft body felt incredible so close to him, her breasts almost touching his chest and her warm hand on his shoulder.
âYouâre good at maths right?â Kelly asked him, her voice very seductive. Martin gasped as he felt her long leg slip between his, her thigh rubbing the inside of his as she toyed with the hair behind his neck with one hand and stroked his chest with the other.
Martin was sure she was setting him up, but right now he didnât care. This beautiful cheerleader was coming on to him and his pants felt as though they were about to explode. âUmm, I guess so,â he replied, his voice shaking and his eyes wide.
Kellyâs warm thigh moved up his thigh and pressed into his hard crotch, rubbing back and forth slightly, the pretty cheerleader cooed in appreciation and the hand on Martinâs chest stroked down across his body and slipped up between his legs.
âI need some tutoring,â Kelly breathed, giving his throbbing crotch a squeeze through his pants. She leaned in close, her full breasts pressing against him. âIf you teach me maths I can suck your cock as payment.â
At this Martin almost fainted, he barely heard the sound of the zipper on his pants as Kelly opened them and reached inside. âOh God!â groaned Martin as he felt Kellyâs soft hand on his bare penis, he was so close to cumming it wasnât funny.
Suddenly Kelly released him and stepped back, her previously warm and seductive expression turning to a look of disgust.
âOh my God!â she snapped, âLook at your little dick!â
Martin immediately blushed and the sounds of harsh laughter filled his ears. He then realized that he wasnât alone with Kelly, but in fact in a crowded school corridor. And his small erect penis was dangling out of the front of his pants.
âYou donât really think I was going to put that pencil in my mouth do you?â Kelly asked with a laugh, pointing at his rapidly shriveling member, causing the rapidly gathering crowd of kids to laugh cruelly at Martinâs predicament.
Marty glanced down at his own member and knew Kelly wasnât kidding. He was not like the geekâs in most of these erotic stories who are socially retarded, but have 8 or 10 or even 12 inch cocks that cause girls to go weak at the knees and wet at the crotch. No, Martin was socially retarded with a four and a half inch pencil-dick.
âHey pencil dick!â growled a male voice as Martinâs vision blurred with tears. âWhat the fuck are you doing to my girl?â the voice demanded angrily. It was Tom Foster, captain of the Downtown High football team and boyfriend to Kelly Sinclair.
Martin finally had the sense of mind to cover his exposed genitals with his hands, but Tom Foster picked that exact moment to punch Martin in the face. The young geek went down immediately, his vision fading as he dropped into unconsciousness. Martin wasnât sure if he should be annoyed that Tom punched him, or thankful that he was knocked out and his nightmare was temporarily over.
***
Marty Turner awoke sometime later in the school nurses office, his penis down thankfully back in his trousers and the side of his face throbbing painfully.
âHold this against your face,â the nurse said to him, handing him a cold tea towel wrapped around some ice cubes as she saw him awakening.
Martin mumbled something unintelligible in reply, still dazed from the blow to his head, but he took the cold pack from her and held it to the side of his face. He winced as the icy material touched his inflamed cheek, his vision slowly clearing as he sat back on the bed.
The nurse looked at him in concern, âHow you feeling Marty?â
âAhh, okay I think,â Martin replied, he was just thankful to have escaping the cruel ridicule of the other kids and the look of disgust in Kelly Sinclairâs face. The nurse was quite pretty, Martin had always liked her and more than once faked an injury. She was a kind woman in her mid thirties by Martyâs estimation. She was quite pretty and had a nice figure, just curvy enough to be interesting, but not exactly a walking wet dream or anything like that. She was a tad overweight, but her matronly bosom always held great interest for Martin, despite the unrevealing uniform she wore.
âGood,â the nurse said warmly, âThat was quite a blow you took from the look of you when you arrived here.â
Martin glanced down at his pants and saw that he was all zipped up. He wondered briefly if it was the pretty older nurse who had put his penis away, and the thought brought some life back into his recently shamed organ.
âIâll just check a few things,â the nurse said, picking up one of her instruments. It was some sort of magnifying instrument with a small light on the end of it. The nurse moved up to the side of the bed Marty lay on and checked his eyes with the object. When she was up close Marty could hardly breath, it affected him much like Kellyâs presence had, her perfume flooding his nostrils and her full chest so close causing further stirrings in his pants.