Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Evan looked down at the tall, slim teacher bent prone before him and smiled. Finally, something good had come out of this whole stupid situation.
Since Evan woke up on the cold metal floor a few days before, he'd felt one thing: rage. The way they'd dumped him on the ground like trash. The shitty food they provided. That ridiculous story about aliens. All of it only riled him up more.
So, when Evan had found himself standing naked in a stall like some dumb sheep, he was ready to explode. Then he saw who he'd been paired with. And suddenly, for the first time since he'd woken up, the anger flooded out of him. It was replaced by a very different, far more intriguing, emotion.
Ms. Collins, fuck yeah!
Sure, she was a stuck-up bitch. But she was hot as hell. Evan had wanted her since the first time he saw her at school. It was like she'd stepped right out of his fantasies.
Ms. Collins was long and lithe, her light brown hair always up in a perfect bun. She dressed like she was working at a Fortune 500 company instead of some dumb, small town high school. Even the way she walked down the hall, her tiny butt swishing back and forth; what a fucking tease.
Now, naked, Ms. Collins looked even better than what Evan had imagined. Her cute little butt. Her apple-sized tits with tiny pink nipples. That toned, flat tummy. The curve of her calves. Even the little tuft of brown hair on her pussy. She was perfect.
And her face? Fucking hell. Ms. Collins was pretty, yeah, in that upper class, uppity way that made Evan itchy. The way she looked back at him now -- her bright green eyes so wide and wet. Biting her cute, coral lip. Ms. Collins was the perfect mix of turned on and terrified.
Oh, FUCK yes
.
But that wasn't what put Evan over the top. Oh no. Other women could be that cute. Some might even have a body as banging as hers. But none of them was
Ms. Collins --
the teacher who thought she was better than everyone. The way she would talk down to him. Always getting him in trouble because he wouldn't play her games.
This is what you get for following the rules, bitch
, Evan thought with a hungry grin,
bent over and bared, ready to be fucked
.
Evan still thought this whole setup was a stupid trick. A prank or something. Maybe he didn't get good grades or whatever, but Evan's knew that every so-called 'smart' person he'd ever met was also really fucking stupid. They didn't get the basic shit -- not like Evan did. And he knew,
knew
, that this whole setup was some serious bullshit.
There was no way they were on a spaceship with aliens. You'd have to be an idiot to believe that. But he didn't have to believe it in order to enjoy it. And that's exactly what he was going to do. Because this was simply too awesome to turn down.
"Evan, perhaps we should discuss this," Ms. Collins said, trying to stay all proper while she was bent over a table, buck nude, with her ass in the air. Her voice quavered, slightly. She was clearly trying to keep in control.
As if Evan wasn't already savoring the scent of her clean, captivating cunt as it wafted over him. Like he couldn't see the shiny juices on her inner thighs. As if he would ignore the way she rolled her hips back and forth, like trying to hump the air behind her. His teacher was dying for a dick -- acting otherwise was wasting his time.
"I don't see what talking's going to do right now," Evan said, stroking his cock idly. It stuck out as hard as he'd ever felt it. Almost angry, he thought with a chuckle. "You heard what those assholes said."
The rest of the room had already clearly figured it out. Looking over the tables, around the barriers, Evan could see a surprising amount of action. He saw Jason, his buddy and the one Black guy in school, giving it to some pale blonde chick. The dark of his skin looked like midnight compared to her coloring.
Evan also noticed Owen, the pretty-boy quarterback with the scholarship and the Mercedes his dad bought for his birthday, fucking some little-titted girl who was definitely not his sweetheart. Aw, so sad, stupid prince. He even saw the other teacher, Mr. Everett, railing that big-boobed slut Sierra. Ha, that should give Ms. Collins some inspiration!
Even better than what Evan could see, though, was what he could hear: the sounds and screams of raw sex. Those girls were getting fucked
good
. For a moment, Evan felt a bit jealous. There was some serious fucking pussy in that room, and he wanted to pound all of it. Then he looked back down at the woman he'd been gifted and remembered that he had the best of all of them. Let the others plow their little high school girls, Evan had a
fucking woman
with him.
Evan sidled behind Ms. Collins, slowly stretching himself out. Like getting ready for the big game. Evan loved the way his body felt. Every muscle exactly attuned to his will. He wasn't the biggest dude in the room -- not by body or by cock size -- but none of the girls he'd been with before had ever had any cause to complain. Evan knew he had one thing over every single person in this room. Maybe every other person on the planet: focus. Stamina. And the will to do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Everyone was always telling Evan that his anger would be his undoing. What a bunch of fucking liars. Evan's rage was the engine in his belly -- the roiling thing that drove him to success. It was a weapon, a shield. It gave him so much power, no wonder so many people wanted to take it away from him. People like Ms. Collins.
Evan ran his eyes up her body, studying his prize in detail. Her ass was fucking fantastic. Two rounded, perky cheeks and a tight, taut butthole. And below that, her pussy. The lips fat with blood and pulled back, revealing soft pink wetness. Ms. Collins's clit stuck out in a way Evan had never seen before. It looked like a little cherry pit, and he knew, instinctually, that Ms. Collins was mortified by it.
Evan could have spent hours exploring Ms. Collins like that, but his own driving need was undeniable. And there were other ways, much more pleasurable, to continue searching her depths. Evan took his cock and slowly lined it up with the brunette woman's dripping puss. Oh yeah, this was going to be so sweet.
"Evan!" Ms. Collins shouted his name like it meant stop. She took a deep breath. What little was left of the proper woman was peeling away to reveal this raw, rambling mess. "I know we haven't always gotten along. I hope you know I only ever wanted the best for you."
Evan kept his cock notched in Ms. Collins' slot. The crown caressed by her nether lips. Despite the seriousness of her words, the prim teacher's body was reacting very differently. She kept arching her back, like trying to draw his dick into her. She was panting, too, her little titties jiggling with each ramping breath.
"We can't do this," Ms. Collins said, "You have to stop it. Please, Evan."
Evan started to snap back but stopped. Ms. Collins seemed to be trying to raise her right hand off the bar. Whatever invisible force was holding it there wasn't letting her lift it, but she tried. Finally, Evan caught the glint of what was on her finger.
"I'm married, Evan," Ms. Collins said, "Don't you see? Even if it was OK for me to be with a student -- and it's
very much
