Chapter 1: Slut’s Frozen Passion

Justin Sampson

“Why is dad up this early?” I muttered to my sister, Krystal, as I tied my shoes by our front door. Krystal shook her head at me, her black hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, dance about her elfin face. “I don’t know why—”

“Why the fuck isn’t dinner ready?” our father shouted from the kitchen. “God dammit, Bethany! Can’t you do anything right?”

“Dinner?” I frowned at my sister. “How drunk is he?”

She only flinched as something shattered in the kitchen. I didn’t hear her mother’s response. A moment later, our father burst out of the kitchen and stumbled into the living room past us. His beer got thrust before his, his stained undershirt clinging to his rotund body. He collapsed into his recliner, aluminum cans crunching beneath his fat ass. He kicked out his feet, leaned the chair back, and extended the footrest.

“Can’t do anything fucking right?” he muttered, his words slurred. Then he glanced at me. “What’re you looking at, you little shit?”

“Nothing,” I muttered. I finished tying my shoe and straighten. “Just going to school, dad.”

“School?” he grunted. He then grabbed a beer, the can hissing as he pulled back on the tab, opening it. Then he pounded it down.

I was sixteen, nearly a man. I should stand up to him. I should protect my mom. But I was a coward. I wrenched open the door, holding it open for my petite, little sister to scurry outside into the morning air. Then I followed her, slamming the door behind me.

I felt like such a loser. Sometimes I wanted everything to just freeze so I could think. So I could figure out what to do, how to handle the situation. When my parents fought, I just huddled there like a little kid. I was sixteen. I should protect my mom. My little sister.

Krystal scurried ahead of me, the fourteen-year-old girl putting distance between me and her. Though we both walked to the same school, Glassner High School, she hated walking with me. She didn’t want to associate with Justin Sampson, the loser. She had friends.

My best friend just switched schools because of me.

I tried not to dwell on how much of a fuck up I was as I shuffled my way toward school. I kicked stones on the sidewalk, watching them bounce and scatter before me. I hated going to high school, but I hated being at home more. Between the two, school was the slightly better choice. No drunk father yelling. No watching my mother cringe and try to hide another bruise on her cheek with too much concealer. I just had to put up with snooty girls who thought I was a pervert and their glowering boyfriends who somehow thought I was a threat to their masculinity just because I all ogled their pretty girlfriends. I just had to deal with teachers droning on and on about their boring subjects. I hated being stupefied by the drivel of the public school system.

Damn, I miss Eddie.

If he were here, I’d have someone to joke with. To pass the tedium with text messages. It wasn’t the same when we weren’t sharing the classes together. There was my other friend, Sam, but she was shy. It was like talking to a wall with her sometimes. A wall that nodded her head and sometimes would say, “Yeah,” or, “I get that,” but wouldn’t add anything.

My slower pace let my little sister get farther and farther away from me. Soon she was a half block ahead, walking with one of her friends, the pair laughing and giggling. It didn’t bother her at all what happened at her home. Or maybe this was just how she coped. I stared at them as they walked, growing a little heated in the cheeks from the way their skirt swayed about their rumps.

Her friend, Ji-Yun, was a tall and skinny Korean girl who had a nice ass. The wiggle of her hips looked enticing as she walked beside my sister. Krystal also looked delicious with that tight rump and her lithe legs.

I adjusted myself as my cock grew hard.

I shouldn’t lust after my sister, but she was this petite thing blossoming into womanhood. It seemed like only a few years ago when she was a flat-chested string bean. But now ... Now she was becoming so ... appealing.

I blinked when I noticed the way she was holding Ji-Yun’s hand, the pair whispering and giggling. An intimacy formed around them. They looked like they were in their own world. Ideas percolated through my perverted, teenage mind.

Did they ever ... practice kissing together?

The fantasy of my sister and her Asian friend trading kisses filled my thoughts during the last few blocks to my school. I hardly noticed my surroundings, everything fading. My cock grew harder and harder as I picture the two fourteen-year-old girls kissing, their tongues fluttering together. Their hands exploring each other’s nubile bodies.

I couldn’t get the images out of my mind. My sister and her friend Ji-Yun stripping each other’s bodies, exposing their budding breasts. Their slender fingers squeezing and kneading each other as they took turns sucking on the other’s nipples. Lips smacking, both moaning and squealing in delight. There hips shifting as they grew hotter and hotter. Their hands explored lower, reaching for their crotches. For their pussies.

I was so hard. I adjusted myself, trying to get my dick comfortable as I pictured Ji-Yun kneeling between my little sister’s thighs, staring at her fourteen-year-old pussy. In my mind, the Korean girl nuzzled her face into my sister’s snatch to take her first lick.

God, I want to masturbate so badly. I squeezed my erection and—

The sound of girls laughing dragged me out of my fantasy. I blinked and looked around, realizing I was walking up to the school’s main entrance. The brown brick exterior rose above me, glass windows piercing it at regular intervals. I shook my head, coming out of my trance.

The peals of laughter drew my attention to my right. The three hottest girls at our high school, and the three bitchiest, stood in a small circle. Aurora, Paris, and Petra were looking at me, sneers dancing in their eyes. Petra, the Hispanic girl with golden brown skin and large tits almost spilling out of her low-cut halter top, pointed at me. Her curly light-brown hair dance about her face as she laughed harder.

“God, what a fucking pervert,” Aurora sneered. The blonde and perky head cheerleader gave me such a glare. Her green eyes were so hard. Her blonde hair, gathered in her usual ponytail, swayed behind her she shook her head. “What are you looking at, dick-diddler?”

“Stop staring at us, freak,” Paris hissed. Her dark-brown hair fell in waves around her face. She dressed to show off all her daddy’s money, her designer clothing fitting her slender and elegant figure to perfection. Her lithe legs descended from beneath a short, bronze skirt. Her heels gave her calves such shape. My already hard dick throbbed despite the insults they shouted at me.

“God, can’t believe he still staring at us,” Petra groaned, her big tits jiggling in her top.

“Fuck off, dweeb,” snarled Aurora, her hands on her hips now. She glared at me.

“Fucking bitches,” I muttered at them and turned to walk away.

As I headed into the school, I heard a guy asked, “What has you girls looking so pissed about?”

“That fucking perverted freak Justin was eye-raping us again,” Aurora said. Her voice became smooth like honey. “Mmm, but I’m glad you’re here so you can drive him off.”

I threw a look over my shoulder in time to witness Aurora’s sliding her arms around the neck of her boyfriend, Chris. Of course she was dating the quarterback of our high school’s football team. She was that much of a cunt. Chris glared at me, his face square and bluff, the type of face perfect for charging forward like a bull into a defensive lineman’s chest. His blue eyes focused at me with an intensity. He ran a hand through his buzz-short, blond hair. His jaw tightened.

My shoulders tensed.

I vanished inside the school building before I had to deal with that asshole. I wasn’t looking forward to being harassed because he thought I was ogling his girlfriend again.

My hardon subsided as I drifted through the hallway, flowing with the crowd of students. They talked around me. Lockers rattled opened and slammed shut. Students looked at their phones, showing off the screens to their friends, laughing about something. Some of them glanced at me.

It made my cheeks warm. Did that bitch Aurora post something on social media about me? Half the school followed her on Instagram where she posted flirty pics of herself and what other skimpy lingerie she bought.

She was such an exhibitionist slut.

I’d almost reached my first period class when Principal Brooks passed by me. His cadaverous face glanced at me, his bloodless lips pursed tight. He had the look of a skeleton wearing flesh, his gray hair weedy and thin. He shook his head and looked about to say something.

So I just kept walking.

He suspected I changed my grades by hacking into the school’s system. It was the reason why my friend Eddie switched schools. His parents were pissed thinking he might’ve been involved in something like that. My parents, especially my dad, didn’t give a shit.

Aurora Pritchard

“God, he is a disgusting freak,” Petra said then shuddered, her Latina accent thickening her words. “Just a puto.”

“Fucking can’t stand that dweeb,” Chris muttered. My boyfriend’s arms tightened around me, making me squirm in his embrace. I could feel my boyfriend’s dick hard against my rump, sending a naughty thrill through me. He was hot. He could ogle my body all day and grope his cock while doing it. My fingers blazed across my phone’s as I finished my Instagram message. I hit send on it, alerting the entire school to what that pervert was doing.

In moments, my friend Shelly responded with, “OMG!! I can’t believe he was groping himself while staring at you!!!” She capped it off with a yucky face and a throwing up emoji.

My fingers blazed as I type back: “You have no idea!!! I need to take a shower! Feel so dirty!”

“Yeah,” Paris said, her manicured hands clutching her cell phone. Her fingers typed as she responded to my comment. “Someone should do something about that disgusting prick.”

Chris’s arms tightened around me, holding me tight against him. He nuzzled into my ear, pushing aside my blonde hair. I shivered as he nibbled on my earlobe before he whispered, “Maybe me and my friends should do something about him. Remind him can’t just squeeze that little pecker of his while staring at my girl.”

I shuddered, wiggling my hips, “Oh? What are you going to do to him?”

“Rough him up a little,” he said, his hands rubbing at my belly. “Scare the shit out of him. Me, Lance, and Steve will make sure he understands. We’ll teach him a lesson.”

A pleased shudder ran through me. I lifted my phone, the camera on. I saw our faces on my screen, his over my shoulder smile spreading across his lips. Right before I took the picture, I said, “You’re such a great boyfriend.”

The phone snapped the pic, recording our happy moment. My fingers were blazing as I uploaded it to Instagram, captioning it: The best boyfriend ever! Such a sweetie! #blessed

Justin Sampson

Miss Daisy’s class was as torturous as ever. The new English teacher, fresh from college, was a busty, redheaded beauty whose tits overflowed her tight blouse today. I sat in the back by my friend Sam, her eyes down in her textbook, unable to appreciate the redheaded goddess inhabiting our classroom. My dick was so hard again. It took all my self-control not to reach down and squeeze it.

I couldn’t. Not with that bitch Aurora’s Instagram post was circulating through the school claiming I was touching myself thinking about her.

Worse, I couldn’t admit the truth that I was fantasizing about my little sister and her friend Ji-Yun.

God, I miss Eddy. He would appreciate Miss Daisy’s lush figure. She then had those slender, librarian glasses perched on her dainty nose. It made her green eyes stand out even more. Her skirt was so tight, clinging to her lush rump and thighs were clad in pantyhose. You don’t see those that often any longer, and they looked so sexy on the teacher. She also had these lush lips that were perfect for sucking cock.

“I want you all to finish reading King Lear,” she said, as class came to an end. “We’re going to be discussing it tomorrow, and I want you all ready.” Her eyes flicked back to me. For a moment, I saw that flirty smile on her lips. “Sam, you’ll be joining the discussion, too.”

I flushed, realizing Miss Daisy wasn’t even looking at me.

Sam squirmed beside me, her black, braided hair swaying down her back. She was a slender girl, petite like my sister. She had a light dusting of freckles on her pale cheeks. She’d be cute if she tried. She didn’t care about much. I guess that’s why she got along with me. It didn’t bother her that people thought I was groping myself while ogling that bitch Aurora and her cunt-friends.

I stood up with Sam, trying to adjust myself without drawing attention. I heard a girl snigger. A flush warmed my cheeks. I knew it was because of me. I imagine there be a few new comments on Aurora’s fucking Instagram pose.

“Miss Daisy was smiling at you,” I told Sam.” Maybe she’s got a thing for mousy, nerdy girls. I mean, you both have glasses.”

Sam pushed up her glasses and gave me inscrutable look. “You can be such a pervert, Justin. Maybe you’d have more friends if you didn’t say things like that.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you mad?”

She shook her head. “I don’t care.

“Well, do you care about anything?”

She just shrugged. “I got math. I’ll see you later for lunch.”

I nodded my head and groaned. I had PE next. I hated physical education. “Yeah, see you.”

I trudged through the hallways of my high school, my dick painfully hard. Miss Daisy’s lush tits and curvy ass wouldn’t leave my mind. She danced in my thoughts along with my little sister and her friend Ji-Yun. Suddenly, I had the depraved fantasy that my sister and her friend were sucking at Miss Daisy’s big tits. That the two fourteen-year-old girls were loving the teacher’s fat nipples, their nubile hands sliding down Miss Daisy’s body, reaching for her pussy.

Would Miss Daisy be shaved? Would she have a thick, fiery bush?

God, picturing her with either made my dick throb so hard. I had to stop thinking these thoughts. I was heading to the locker room for my physical education class. The last thing I needed was to be sporting an erection in there. But, god, the fantasy of Miss Daisy, my sister, and Ji-Yun inflamed me.

Nothing I could do could get rid of it. Not even thinking of Sam reading from a boring textbook, or that look of concentration my friend got while doing math, her tongue thrust through her lips, did anything to soften it.

With a resigned sigh, I slinked into the locker room. I made a beeline for my locker, hoping no one would notice my turgid cock. I prayed it would go down while I changed. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing if someone noticed I was erect in here?

I kept my eyes forward, not daring to look at anyone as I opened my locker. My gym clothes were in there, ready to be donned. I had to changed quickly. I swallowed and peeled off my t-shirt and tossed it inside. I looked around, no one paying any attention to me at all. I shoved down my pants. I worked fast to get my jeans off and...

They bunched around my ankles. Worse, the movement popped my hard cock out the fly of my boxers. My erection twitched and bounced before me.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

In my haste, I forgot to take off my shoes. I kicked at them, my dick bouncing before me. Someone would notice that. Then there’d be more rumors floating around the school. I do not want Aurora to have another Instagram post for the entire school to comment on.

“Shit, shit, shit?”

I kicked off my shoes and shoved off my jeans. I sat down on the wooden bench, ripping my pants off my feet then shoving them into my locker room. I grabbed my boxers and peeled them down, the fly catching on my dick. It made my cock spring up and bounce before me, waving like a flag, announcement its presence.

I had to act fast. Then I froze and groaned at my own stupidity. I didn’t have to take off my boxers. Why did I do that?

Because I was fucking frazzled.

“Crap,” I muttered again and went to step into my boxers when they were ripped out of my hand.

I turned in shock to find Chris clutching them, a shit-eating grin on his face. The quarterback towered over me, a solid mass of muscles. He wore only his gym shorts, his chest bare, revealing to the world all his strength.

That wilted my erection.

“What the fuck, man?” I asked, my stomach fluttering with nerves. “Give those back.”

“Goddamn you are a fucking pervert,” he snarled. “You’re fucking hard in here. What the fuck? You ogling us, too?”

“Yeah, he’s a faggot,” a voice rumbled behind me. I threw a look over my shoulder to see Lance. The Black guy loomed, standing a foot-and-a-half or more over me, arms folded across his chest. He had a grin on his thick lips. And not a friendly one. Chris’s other friend, Steve, stood behind Lance, a short, squat guy with the build of a wrestler, all compact muscle. Despite the glasses he wore, you’d never mistake him for a nerd.

I swallowed.

“What the fuck, Chris?” I groaned. “I wasn’t ogling your girlfriend.”

“But now you ogling us, huh, faggot?” He asked. “You getting off by stripping naked and showing us all your little hardon?”

He had a look on his face of disgust and loathing. My stomach clenched. A cold dread swelled inside of me. My head darted around, looking for any help. There was no one around. All the other boys had melted away. Our gym teacher was a woman, so there was no one supervising in here. My fingers clenched as the three moved in around me, Steve sidling along the other side of the bench to cut off even that avenue of escape.

“You were ogling all three of our girlfriends,” Chris said. “You made them feel filthy.”

A spurt of fine anger shot through me. “They are filthy sluts,” I snarled. “Especially Aurora. She’s always—”

Chris shoved me hard into the locker. Metal rattled behind me as the air exploded out of my lungs. I grunted against the pain, the back my head smacking into the hard surface.

Crimson spilled across Chris’s face. His blue eyes blazed with cold fire. Every muscle in his body tensed. He planted his left hand against my chest pinning me in place. His right balled into a fist, knuckles cracking and popping.

“What. Did. You. Say?” he growled, speaking each word slowly.

I knew I shouldn’t have said it. But through the fear a perverse, annoyed anger surged inside me. Why did these asshats have to fuck with me? Why did he have to pin me here in place? Why did I have to deal with all these Neanderthals and their slutty girlfriends?

“Your girlfriend’s a whore who posts nude vids of herself on PornHub all the time. I watched her masturbate. She’s a filthy—”

“SONOVABITCH!” he roared, releasing the pin as his fist barreled at my face.

Fear spiked through me. I wanted to stop. I wanted everything to stop.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

STOP!

I trembled, waiting for the meaty impact of Chris’s fist battering into my face. I was ready for his knuckles slamming into my orbital bone or my cheekbone. My head would snap back and crash into the locker behind me. I squirmed...

Why hadn’t he hit me?

I opened my eyes and saw his fist inches from connecting with me. It hovered right before my eye, so close I could see all the little wrinkles, scale-like patterns in his skin, and the hairs curling up along his knuckles. I frowned, wondering why he stopped.

“W-what are doing?” I asked, my body so shaken.

Chris didn’t answer.

I squirmed against the locker, frowning. Chris wasn’t moving. His face was locked in a rictus of anger. Frozen. He wasn’t even breathing. On either side of them Lance and Steve stood, theirs mouth opened in encouragement. I could see Steve’s tongue half arisen between his teeth, forming a letter. But he never finished it.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, a new fear flooding through me. Why was no one moving?

My head snapped around, looking for anything, even a buzzing fly. I couldn’t see any movement. There was no rustling of the papers lying on a nearby bench from the current blowing down from the overhead vent. I didn’t even feel the air blowing from it. I swallowed, a strange, crazy writhe squirming through my guts. I shifted down the locker, wiggling away from Chris and his fist. None of my bullies moved.

None of them so much as twitched a muscle to stop me.

I backed away from them on bare feet, putting distance between them and me. I shook my head in disbelief. Had I gone crazy? Was this all a delusion that was happening in the moments before his fist crashed into my head?

Or had he hit me so hard that I was hallucinating? That I was really lying unconscious on the locker room floor, my head split open, my neurons misfiring and conjuring this ... This strange—

I backed into the wall.

I felt the cold, painted cinder blocks at my back. My head cast to and fro. I spotted the other boys who were in the locker room, the ones who had melted away when the bullying started. None of them were moving either. Some were in the process of getting dressed. Mike was balanced precariously on the balls of one foot, a pose any world-class gymnast would be a proud to hold.

My jaw dropped. What the fuck was going on?

It was like time had ... Stopped.

“No, no, no, no,” I repeated over and over again as I found myself darting towards the exit of the locker room. I didn’t care that I was naked. I just had to get away. I had to think.

I navigated the serpentine exit of the locker room and burst out into the hallway by the gym. My mind wasn’t working. I just ran, searching for someone I could move. I raced naked, my cock and balls bouncing and slapping against my thighs. I pumped my arms, running for all my might.

I passed the frozen student walking down the hallway, one foot raised as if he just took a step. I shuddered and darted past him. I reached the classroom, gazing through the first window in the door. It was empty.

I darted towards the next one, heedless of my nudity, and threw open the door. My chest heaved, my side burning from the exertion. It was Mr. Viên Lê’s classroom. The short, Vietnamese teachers stood at the front of the room in the process of writing a math formula on the whiteboard. The students were mostly getting ready for the lesson. They were frozen in the process of taking out books from their backpacks or setting up laptop to take notes.

At the front of the classroom was that bitch Aurora. She stood by her desk, half bent over as she fiddled around in her purse. Her rump was aimed right at me, her short skirt riding up those lithe thighs and...

My dick twitched.

I couldn’t look away from the way her skirt fell over her perfect ass. She might be a cunt, but she was hot. One of the hottest girls in school. Especially with that blonde ponytail falling down her back. I bet Chris loved grabbing it as he fuck her hard from behind. She’d squeal like a little whore on his dick, bucking back into them, swiveling those hips, stirring her juicy cunt around his dick.