As Mark rubbed the ice over his hot, bruised cheek, he couldn't help but think why this was happening to him. He had never hurt anyone in anyone in his entire life. But looking at himself in the mirror, he became furious. He wanted to hurt Jack badly. Each day in school at any moment Jack would slam his face into the locker and unleash punch after punch. It made him feel helpless, and angry.
Mark walked out of the bathroom to see his sister, Mellissa.
"Ugh...again, Mark?" she said with her mellifluous, soft voice.
Mark silently nodded. With a slight sigh Mellissa led her brother to her room. She pulled out her makeup and began covering up his rather large bruise.
"You know someday you'll have to tell the principal about this." Mellissa told her brother gently.
Mark retorted "I tried, but even if they suspend Jack he always manages to find his way into school again and beat me up. And whenever he doesn't come to school he just drives by when I'm walking home and jumps me."
"Well I've never seen this Jack, but can't you fight him and defend yourself?" Mellissa asked innocently.
Mark quietly smirked at the question. Jack was a 6'1, well-built, very muscular teen. Jack's uncle owned the local gym, so he was given free access to all the machines plus the sauna and tanning bed. Mark, standing at only 5'4" and relatively skinny, didn't stand a chance against him. Mark tried to hold back his frustration but tears rolled down his face. Mellissa quickly wiped them off and whispered "I'm sorry sweetheart. I wish there was something I could do to help. I wish I could protect you."
Though Mark knew there was absolutely nothing Mellissa could do, the thought of his sister willing to protect him made him feel a little better. Mark loved his sister dearly. She was the only person in the entire world Mark could to turn to for comfort, and she always made him feel better with her soft, gentle touch and warm smile. Mark couldn't help but notice how pretty his sister was. She had light blonde hair with smooth, fair skin. She was about 5'5", but petite. Her green eyes had a strange sort of allure to them, and along with the fact that the bra she wore could barely contain her large d-cup breasts, Mark started to get aroused.
After Mellissa finished covering up the bruise as best as she could, she told Mark to go to his room and get ready for church. As Mark changed, the thought of Mellissa's thick breasts in the tight tank top began to excite Mark again. Mark began getting hard, and while he still had a little time he quickly lied down on his bed and began rubbing his cock with his index and middle finger. He started slow, thinking of his sister's tongue licking his cock and her hand massaging his balls. He then moved his hand faster, thinking of Mellissa's tight virgin pussy sliding back and forth over his cock. He imagined sitting up to suck on his sister's tits while thrusting his hips faster desperately trying to make Mellissa cum, but the fantasy was over all too quickly, and Mark used the tissues at his bedside to wipe off the small bit of cum on his penis. He sighed at the sight of it, wondering again why he was cursed with a Micropenis. Even in his fantasies of fucking his sister he had trouble imagining her having an orgasm. He knew plenty of guys at school wanted to fuck Mellissa, but the thought of having his sister's sweet virgin pussy all to himself lifted his spirits. Mark quickly put on his nice clothing headed downstairs to his mother's car, and drove off to church.
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It was noon by the time sermon was finished, and Mark was starting to get hungry. He decided to run back to his mother's car to pull out a meal bar from the back. As Mark approached his mother's van he noticed a white car pulled up two cars beside his. It was bouncing and rocking heavily, and though the windows were rolled up Mark could make out a woman yelling:
"Oh GOD. Keep pounding me. It's so deep inside me! Yes baby keep going! I'M GONNA SQUIRT!"
Mark heard a deep voice grunting and the woman's voice climaxing. The car stopped shaking, and after about a minute the car door opened. He hid behind his mother's van but peeked through the window to the white car. Mark's jaw dropped as he saw his History teacher, Mrs. Kim, stumble out of the car with a noticeable post-sex waddle. Mrs. Kim was about his height, with a tight body but enormous tits and a perfect shaped ass that always showed through whatever she was wearing. All the boys in history class had to shift their cocks in their pants whenever she bent down to pick something up. Mark couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the man. She was in slightly torn skirt, and a thick bead of cum was still visible on her neck.
"Let me get that for you." The man got out of the car but Mark was unable to see his face. He wiped off the cum with his finger, and the Mrs. Kim greedily sucked it off.
"Now THAT was sex. I've don't think I've ever cum like that in my life!" Mrs. Kim said giggling and gasping at the same time.
"Then I'll be seeing you again, won't I?" The man asked while playfully grabbing Mrs. Kim's skirt.
"I don't know. If someone catches us I'll be in big trouβAh!" The man kissed Mrs. Kim's neck while rubbing his large hand over her pussy. He rubbed his finger over Mrs. Kim's clit, and Mark could see some juices running down her leg.
"Well then, I β mmm β guess I don't have β oh, fuck β a choice" Mrs. Kim managed to say between moans.
"Good. Maybe next time we can fuck at your house. In your husband's bed." the man said, still rubbing Mrs. Kim's soaked panties.
"Sounds kinky. I'm sure my husband would be pissed if he found out. Then again I guess it wouldn't matter, since I'm probably never fucking him again." Mrs. Kim said giggling while rubbing the man's large bulge showing through his track pants.