This story has quite a bit of harassment and sexual assault. There are some things that I find sexy in a fantasy, but not in real life. Don't be a dumbass and assume that just because I wrote this, women everywhere secretly want to be treated like shit and sexually assaulted. Now with that obligatory disclaimer out of the way- LET'S GET FILTHY!
*****
"Goddamn she moaned like a fucking whore," Glenn bragged. Girls are so fucking dumb. She begged me to cum on her face, so I did. But then she's gonna get pissed when some of my cum stains her cheerleader outfit?"
"Wait, wait," Jason said with roaring laughter. "You came on her face AND her clothes?"
"Shit," Glenn shrugged. "I just came. She told me before we hooked up not to cum in her hair. She didn't say anything about her clothes. She was sucking my fat cock behind the school, begging for cum like all girls do. So when I knew I was about to jizz I shoved her ass on the ground and jerked myself all over her. Face. Clothes."
"Hair?" Jason asked with glee.
"Hell yeah," Glenn laughed with another uncaring shrug. "I fucking told you. I came all over that bitch."
Eleanore sat at the same table as the two of them. Assigned seats in 12th grade English class. Where was the 12th grade English teacher? Not paying any goddamn attention, as always. Eleanore pretended to read a book as Glenn boasted about his recent conquest.
"Dude, we probably shouldn't be talking about this with Eleanore right here," Jason finally acknowledged Eleanore's presence as he tried to stop laughing and calm himself down. As if he'd developed a conscience over the last five seconds.
"Eleanore?" Glenn scoffed. "You think I'm worried about Eleanore? If anything she's probably jealous."
Eleanore sighed and slowly lowered her book onto the table. She took a deep breath, her 34 DDD tits jiggling as she did. She straightened her glasses and sternly looked Glenn in the eye.
"I'm not jealous of whatever cheerleader you fucked yesterday, Glenn," she calmly shot him down. She brushed her wavy, dark brown hair behind her ear and picked up her book.
"Are you sure, because you dress like a slut," Glenn laughed at her. She was wearing a white, buttoned up shirt with her pale, freckled cleavage poking out the top. Glenn made no attempt to hide that he was staring at her tits. She wore a tan skirt and white knee-high socks along with her black glasses. "You look like a slutty school girl. You wouldn't dress like that unless you were trying to impress me."
"I can dress however I want," Eleanore argued, though she looked at the table in shame, no longer able to hold confident eye contact with Glenn. She put the book back down.
"Damn, I bet you're desperate for a big dick like mine," Glenn leaned in, lowering his voice to a growl as Jason just smiled and watched the harassment. "If it weren't for your big tits, no one would put up with your personality! But I wouldn't mind wrapping those fat titties around my fat cock."
"You're such a fucking asshole, Glenn," Eleanore sighed and roll her eyes with frustration.
"It's cute how you act like you're all tough," Glenn taunted. "I bet you touch yourself thinking about me at night."
His skin was the color of sand, a light tan from large amounts of outdoor activity. He flexed his right bicep and pointed to it. His bicep bulged out, rock hard. His triceps bulged out, rock hard. His whole fucking body bulged out, rock hard. He was average height and build, but he was perfectly toned and sculpted.
He played basketball, and was wearing his uniform. The sleeveless uniform showed just how toned and strong his arms were. The uniform's v-cut showed just how toned and strong his chest was. Rock hard. And the uniform's shorts didn't do much to contain his rock hard cock when he was horny.
He was always horny.
He'd fucked most of the cheerleaders more than once. He kept staring at Eleanore's tits with his piercing brown eyes. He put a hand through his short but messy, curly brown hair.
"I have a boyfriend, dumbass," Eleanore yelled.
"Eleanore! Watch your language!" the teacher finally paid attention, yelling at her from across the room.
"But I wasn't-"
"Don't argue with me!" the teacher continued, as Glenn shot her a smug smile that she got in trouble and not him.
"Let's be clear, Eleanore," Glenn leaned in close to her from across the table, staring into her blue eyes. He wiped the smile off his face and stared into her to show he was fully serious. This wasn't a joke. He meant every word. "If I wanted to fuck you, I could fuck you. You'd be on your knees begging for more, and your pussy boyfriend wouldn't do shit about it because he knows I'd beat his ass."
"Go to hell..." was all Eleanore said as the bell rang and class was dismissed.
Later that night... Eleanore touched herself thinking of Glenn.
*****
A weekend party with the parents out of time. The party was being thrown by one of Eleanore's friends.
As she walked into the house she caught herself thinking of Glenn. At first she thought maybe she should dress more modestly to keep from getting attention from him. Maybe he'd quit bullying her if she dressed differently.
But fuck that. She wore her sexiest dress- a black satin dress that was short on both the top and bottom. Her ivory pale, freckled thighs were on full display down low, and ample cleavage from her huge tits was on full display up top. The tips of her dark brown, wavy hair stopped at her cleavage, drawing the eye there even more.
Yes, Glenn was probably at the party. And yes, Glenn was probably going to say something rude about her dress. But she wasn't going to let that bother her. She was going to make out with her boyfriend in that sexy dress, and Glenn would have to go home and jerk off because Eleanore was the one girl that wasn't going to fuck him. Ever.
The party was packed with people drinking, playing drinking games, and watching other people play drinking games. Eleanore pushed her way through the party guests looking for her friends or her boyfriend.
She found Glenn. He was standing in the hallway wearing only his basketball shorts. His ripped chest and abs sweaty and glistening from the body heat of alcohol and a tightly-packed party. His short, curly hair was always messy, but tonight it was messier than normal.
He was horny. Eleanore could tell just by looking at the bulge in his shorts. He was always horny.
"I see you looking at my dick, Eleanore," Glenn stepped in front of her, blocking her path through the hallway. He looked her in the eyes with that piercing gaze that made her feel weak and submissive.
"What? You wish, loser," Eleanore forced herself to sound surprised and offended, even though she totally was staring at Glenn's shorts.
Glenn decided it was time to prove to this bitch he could fuck her anytime he wanted. He grabbed her by the top of the dress, right where the cleavage was, and shoved her into a bedroom.
"What the fuck!" Eleanore yelled. Her face turned red from anger. She knew Glenn would be a jerk, but wasn't expecting this.
Glenn licked his lips, stepping forward confidently as he slammed the door shut. His eyes a little glazed and slurring as he stared at those big titties. He grabbed her big heavy tits and squeezed them together in his hands. Eleanore tried to pull away, but he reached around and grabbed her fat ass, pulling her close to his face.
"Oh give me a break, horny bitch. You dressed like a goddamn whore. You want my cock tonight. Don't even try to fucking deny it."
He greedily squeezed her tits harder and forced himself onto her mouth, shoving his lips against hers and pushing his tongue down her throat as he kissed her hard, fondling her body all over. His sweaty, hard chest pressed up against her chest. Skin to skin as he sloppily kissed her.
"Fuck you! I'm not one of your pathetic sluts. If I want dick tonight I'll get it from my boyfriend. He's a real man. Now get the fuck out of my way."
She pushed him away and slapped him in one quick motion. She straightened her hair and glasses. But she didn't walk away. And right then and there Glenn knew he fucking had her. He knew he fucking owned her pussy because if she didn't want him she would have slapped the taste out of his mouth and then walked away. But she didn't.
He laughed in her face.
"Him? A real man? That's even stupider than you claiming not to be a pathetic cock slut."
He reached for his jeans and smirked. He stared at Eleanore's fat, freckled cleavage as he reached inside his pants and whipped out his massive hard-on.
Glenn wasn't even fully hard yet but his dick was already longer, thicker, and far more impressive than her boyfriend. He pulled out that big dick right in front of her and stroked it as he stared at those big titties.
Her pale chest and tits were flush with rosy pink from arousal.
Again, Eleanore could have walked away. But she didn't. She stared at that huge cock as he stared at her huge tits. She watched in awe as it grew longer and thicker in his hand. Precum lubed up his dick as he stroked it and made it glisten and shine like a god. The muscle's in his arm flexed with each stroke of his dick.
