The Blonde Beauty Pt. 02

*big tits, slowish-build, and questionable consent*

All characters are over the age of 18.

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“OHHHH…..ooooooo…..Coooaach!!”

Spencer couldn’t believe it. At first he thought his ears were deceiving him. But as the sounds emanating from his gym teacher’s door increased in volume, he was convinced his initial assumption was correct; someone was having sex in his teacher’s office. And now he confirmed it with his own eyes–not only that, but the couple going at it were Mr. O’Brian and Wendy Dolores! The busty, perfect Wendy Delores!

He gawked at the sight before him: Wendy was straddling the coach, and Wendy’s huge knockers were resting in Coach O’Brian’s mitts. Wendy had a porn-star’s body, and he could directly see her snatch riding up and down his teacher’s cock. He could only see Wendy’s tits from the side, but he could watch as they bounced up and down in the coach’s hands. Once Wendy got louder as her orgasm approached, Spencer panicked. Not wanting to be seen he bolted from the door and back to the locker room.

The first thing he did was jack-off in his shower stall. He couldn’t believe it. Wendy was riding Mr. O’Brian’s dick like a pro. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

Afterwards Spencer quickly changed and briskly walked to homeroom. Spencer hadn’t told anyone, but for the past two weeks he was arriving at school earlier than normal. Spencer was done with being picked on by his classmates and tired of girls passing over him, and so he was working out in the school’s weight-room everyday before class. Having arrived at homeroom a good half hour before his classmates, Spencer ruminated over how to approach the situation. Teachers having sex with students was a pretty serious offence. He knew that Mr. O’Brian would be fired. And he guessed that Wendy would likely be suspended or expelled, not to mention horribly embarrassed. He didn’t owe anything to Mr. O’Brian, and Wendy had always been a bit of bitch towards him, never willing to even give him the time of day. Even the time when they were paired together for their physics’ project, Wendy would simply belittle him during the little time they spent together; Spencer basically ended up completing the entire project on his own. He could take both of them down if he wanted. What did he care?

It was about this time that Spencer began formulating a new plan: blackmail.

Although Spencer thought little of Wendy’s personality and character, he thought a great deal about her body. Like every other boy in school, he would take every opportunity he had to check her out–head to toe. His interest at times bordered on obsession, trying to catch sight of her according to her schedule, and he would sometimes wonder if his intense sexual attraction had morphed into something like a crush for the girl. He lusted after her–hard. Back during their time together completing their physic’s project, Spencer would jack-off as soon as he got home, imagining her barely contained, titanic tits and model good looks. Then there was the time she posted a photo shoot she did on her Instagram. It was supposed to be moderately tasteful, with Wendy posing in a purple v-neck and a tight pair of jeans, but regardless of what Wendy would wear, she always made it look filthy. Then she posted a photo of her in a bikini while on vacation in Cabo. Having downloaded the photo of hers on his computer, he beat his meat raw for a month. Truth be told, Wendy was the main source of Spencer’s masturbatory fantasies for his entire high school experience.

And now he had just seen her having sex, her massive jugs bouncing in Coach O’Brian’s hands!

Before this morning he never had a chance in hell with hooking up with Wendy. But now he had serious dirt on her. Hadn’t he put up with her shit long enough? She was just like everyone else: she saw him as a dweeb and nothing else. But this Spencer was different. He was tired of how everyone shoved him aside and pretended he wasn’t even there. No. He was determined. He was strong. And he was going to make this bitch pay.

After second period, Spencer lucked out and found Wendy scrambling through her locker–alone.

“Alright, bud,” Spencer thought to himself, “you gotta take life by the balls. Fuckin’ do it.” But this inflated sense of confidence was new, and Spencer’s shyness was not. Anxiety coursed through his veins as he approached the blonde-haired vixen. He took a deep breath as the busty babe rummaged through her stuff.

“…ummm…hey Wendy…,” Spencer forced out.

Wendy responded in her typical way.

“What do you want, Pointdexter?”

She always called him ‘Pointdexter’.

Spencer struggled. Wendy was a couple of inches taller than him, which was always intimidating. And her cleavage didn’t make it any easier. But he thought to himself, you’ve got this.

“Can you hurry up? I’m busy,” she said.

Was she going to be so curt? This was the new Spencer. The one people would respect.

“Wendy, I saw….I saw…..” The poor boy could barely form a sentence. His mouth was dry and his hands were shaking. Standing up to this busty babe was no small feat.

Regardless, by this point Spencer had her complete attention. Wendy had already suspected what was coming next.

“What did you see?” she whispered.

“I saw….I saw you and Mr. O’Brian.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Spencer? You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

Finding some inner strength, Spencer spoke up.

“Actually I…I…know what I saw. You and Mr. O’Brian had…had sex with one another. In his office. This morning.”

Wendy stalled. She stared at the skinny loser in front of her, deciding whether to go on offence or defence. She grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him down the hall, and pushed him into the corner. Putting on her angriest look, she decided to tell the young man where things stood.

“Look, Pointdexter, you didn’t see anything. Let me repeat that: you didn’t see anything. I know more than enough guys in this school who could kick your scrawny ass, and if you tell anyone, and I mean ANYONE, of what you most definitely DID NOT see, you are going to regret it for the rest of your life. Are we clear?”

Spencer had never seen Wendy get mad before. Sure she could be a bit of a bully, but she was generally level-headed otherwise. But if she thought a threat was going to make him cower, she couldn’t be more wrong. Not with the new Spencer in town.

“Actually, Wendy, I don’t…I don’t think that will happen,” Spencer replied, taking on some confidence.

“Excuse me? If you don’t want three broken limbs and a coma, that is definitely going to happen.”

“No,” Spencer said, “you…you just can’t bully me. You have just as much to lose as me. After Mr. O’Brian’s office is cleared out, the school board will decide your fate, and everyone in school will know it is your fault.”

Wendy was scared. She thought her threat would work.

“Well, what?” she replied, “you’re just going to get Mr. O’Brian fired and get me expelled?”

“Well…not exactly.” This was the moment of truth. Spencer knew that this line would have to be crossed, and now he was at the point where it had to be done. “Unless…I had some….some…like…you know….reason not to.”

It only took a fleeting moment for Wendy to connect the dots: Spencer was blackmailing her, and guessing from the petrified look on his face, it was sex that he wanted in return. This little fucker expected her to put-out for him!?! Rage began to fill her body and almost overcame her before her conscience checked her in place. Regardless of how she felt about the situation, there seemed to be two possible solutions. The first would be to guarantee that this loser never gets the chance to rat on her, but nothing short of killing the little shit could make that happen. The second solution, although humiliating, would be to give this scrawny fucker what he wanted. And that, at the very least, was preferable to the complications of premeditated murder.

Spencer at first thought she was going to hit him. But the look of violence in her eyes subsided, and she remained silent for a moment.

“Look,” Wendy proposed, “I know what you want. You want to get with me. And I can’t believe I’m saying this…but fine. If we hook up, you take this secret to your grave. You hear me?”

Spencer was dumbstruck. His plan was working!

“…uuuhhh…what…umm what exactly does hooking up mean?” he asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. It’s three months till prom. Once we’ve both graduated and clear of this school, I’ll fulfill my end of the bargain. And you will NEVER tell anyone. And I mean no one; you don’t tell your priest, you don’t tell your shrink, and you will hide it forever from your future wife. You will never mention this to another living soul. Do you understand?”

Spencer was shook. Although this was all going according to plan, the reality of the situation was overwhelming. And despite this, he still couldn’t help but ogle her body. Her breasts rose and fell as she listened for his response.

Wendy snapped her fingers, and Spencer’s head shot up.

“Deal?”

“…Deal.”

Wendy took a deep sigh, turned around, vehemently cursed, and rushed off to class. Spencer’s feet remained frozen to the ground. His head was spinning, his heart pounding, and his newfound confidence coursing through his veins. He had never stood up for himself like that. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and smiled. He was going to score with Wendy Delores. This was the best day ever.

For the next three months, there was a new bounce to Spencer’s walk. Spring had arrived, welcoming the growing young man into a new season, and with every passing day his anticipation grew. Whenever he walked past Wendy’s locker and their eyes met, a small grin would flash across his face, and Wendy would shoot daggers at him. But he didn’t care. He knew he had the upper hand. Every night he would lie in bed and get giddy while he molested himself to the idea of running his hands up and down Wendy’s curves, reaching up to grasp her stupendous tits while he fucked her senseless.