Maxwell walked thru the school hallways Monday morning. He could hear the whispers behind and around him and it was beginning to become annoying. Kennedy ran to catch up with him.
“Maxwell wait.”
Maxwell recognized her voice and waited for her to sprint to his side. “Hey Kennedy.”
“Some weird stories are going around about you and a horse.”
Maxwell grunted in frustration and then replied, “Yeah, this is pretty good even for ‘Canyonmouth’”
“What happened on Friday? I left messages but you never called back.”
“Got laid.” Maxwell turned to Kennedy and looked into the eyes of his best friend. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you back. I spent the rest of the weekend thinking.”
“About what?”
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but you’ll probably be seeing a lot less of me.”
“Why?”
“Kennedy, I just found out that I have been fooling myself about life. I have a footlong black dick. I should be fucking the shit out of every woman I choose to.” A girl walked by and Maxwell stared at her as though he were trying to rip her skirt off with his eyes. “Like her, she ignores me in 3rd period, she’s begging for my dick.”
Kennedy gasped. Maxwell could see the shock within her eyes. He grabbed her by her shoulders.
“Kennedy, you have been the greatest friend I could ever ask for. I will honor our friendship by not destroying your pussy. You mean more to me than this other dick bait that roams the halls. I hope you will still tutor me and be my friend; but rest assured when you do not see me and I am not playing football or working out, I will be fucking someone.”
“Maxwell, I will always be your friend. You’re scaring me.”
Maxwell could see that Kennedy didn’t understand. How could she. All she would have to do is put on a bit of make up and stop wearing such baggy clothes. Even if she was a pig underneath those baggy clothes, men would fall in love with her eyes alone. Maxwell knew she would make some lucky guy a great wife someday. He was an all-state linebacker who had money and a house to himself and women still pretty much ignored him. There were times they acted like he wasn’t even there. He would make them remember them. “Don’t worry. I’m not a rapist or something. I plan on fucking two women this week. They will ask for my dick. When they are fucked every other woman in this school will beg for my dick.”
Maxwell walked into his math class and saw his teacher giving him a funny look. He took his seat.
***
When Maxwell walked into class, Kennedy noticed his math teacher looking him up and down. She’s undressing him with her eyes, she thought. Oh my god.
***
Later that day, Maxwell walked to his Escalade. He had just completed his workout and was thinking about his plan to line up pussy for the rest of his life. The first one I’ll fuck is Kyra Morris. I’ve wanted to anyway. The bitch is dating the point guard of the basketball team and is the most popular girl in school. I have to admit she’s a fine ass woman even if she’s stuck up. I can’t understand why she will only date white guys. Once I fuck her all her popular ass kissers will be jealous and want to fuck me too.
Maxwell saw a woman standing by his SUV. As he walked closer he recognized her. It was Mrs. Whipman his math teacher.
“Maxwell, I have been waiting for a ride for a few hours. Could you take me home?”
Even with his thoughts centered on his pussy crusade, Maxwell was a sucker for a lady needing assistance. “Sure Mrs. Whipman. Get in.”
It was a fifteen minute drive to Mrs. Whipman’s house. They pulled up to a modest looking ranch style home. She looked at Maxwell as if she were trying to think of something to say. He thought that was nice. She doesn’t know how to thank me..
“I like to soak in the jacuzzi after a workout so I’ll go home now.”
“I just so happen to have an indoor jacuzzi. You can come in if you like.”
“Great.”
Maxwell went inside and Mrs. Whipman told him he could just borrow some of her husbands swim trunks if he liked. She handed them to him still in the package and led him to the room where the jacuzzi was. When she left the room Maxwell stripped out of his clothes and put on the trunks. His dick was uncomfortable inside them. He looked around to make sure Mrs. Whipman wasn’t watching and took them off. He got into the tub nude. As the water swirled around him he went into a completely relaxed state of mind.
“Do you care if I get in?” Mrs. Whipman asked. Maxwell looked up in shock at Mrs. Whipman in a robe. She didn’t know he was naked. He was about to warn her when her robe fell to her feet. As she slowly lowered herself into the tub Maxwell measured up every inch of her body. She was a tanned Cuban woman with amber eyes. Her five foot eight inch body nearly had the firmness of a champion athlete. Her black string bikini barely covered it. Maxwell admired her washboard stomach then glanced into a mirror behind her. She had the most incredible plump firm ass he had ever seen.
“You look great. How old are you Mrs. Whipman? 30?”
“Thank you Maxwell. I’m 41.”
The room started getting warmer for some reason as Maxwell felt her stare. “Do you work out?”
“Aerobics four times a week.”
Maxwell could feel his dick hardening. He tried to calm it down. He didn’t want a married woman to see his hard dick. “Your husband must be proud.”
She slid next to Maxwell. “My husband is an asshole. He’s fucking his secretary and says he doesn’t love me anymore. I brought you here to seduce you but...” Tears exploded from her face. “I just miss being held. He hasn’t touched me in years. I still love him and can’t leave.” Then inexplicably the tears dried up. She put her head on Maxwell’s chest for about ten seconds.
She lifted her head and looked up. Maxwell looked down at the most beautiful, yet most pathetic sight he had ever seen; a woman in pain. He felt her hand creeping up his thigh. “I have needs,” she whispered.
Maxwell was shocked this was happening. He had never set out to fuck teachers. Then he heard Mrs. Whipman’s voice inside his head. Fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME.
Maxwell untied and snatched off her bikini top. He stood up and pointed his rock hard dick at her mouth. “Is this what you need Mrs. Whipman?”
She grabbed him to make sure it was real. “Jesus... the rumor was true”, she said.
“You’ve been thinking about my dick all day haven’t you Mrs. Whipman?
Maxwell could feel her breath on the head of his dick when she answered. “Yes Maxwell.”
“Imagining just how big could it be?”
She put her other hand on it and began stroking it. It began getting harder and she needed to use some strength to keep it parallel with her lips. “Yes Maxwell. It’s bigger than I could’ve thought possible.”
