SINFUL PLEASURE

CHAPTER ELEVEN

When the bell rang for recess, Evelyn was so hot and bothered. It was a sticky mess in my panties after the kind of morning she had. She wanted to masturbate, but there wasn't time. She entered the girls restroom to touch up her lipstick before heading to the cafeteria to meet her friends.

As she stood before the mirror, applying her lipstick, Carolyn's face appeared over her shoulder, her lush, red lips pursed.

"Well, I hear you have turned into a complete w***e". Carolyn sneered. "No wonder James dumped you. "Blowing guys behind the school like a common w***e is disgusting".

"I took your advice about how to make money. Don't tell me you are jealous I took away all your customers". Evelyn teased, turning around and popping the cap back on her lipstick tube.

"I always knew you were a slut, walking around in those innocent dresses, looking so cute and harmless, while you flaunt those massive t**s".

She eyed Evelyn's breasts. Evelyn gave a slight wiggle, making her breasts jiggle.

"I do love them. Do you? Do you like looking at them?". She taunted.

"What?". Confusion skidded over Carolyn's face. "What are you talking about?".

Evelyn had hoped Carolyn was a closet lesbian, ready to indulge her sinful desires. Unfortunately, she was honestly confused at why Evelyn would bring up looking at her t**s and wasn't aroused. Evelyn stepped forward, unable to resist those red lips. She leaned in and kissed Carolyn briefly on the mouth.

Carolyn gasped, stepping back. "What was that?".

"Just giving you a little taste of your boyfriend's spunk". Evelyn grinned. "He enjoyed himself this morning".

Carolyn's face went white. Her hazel eyes flashed and then color exploded across her cheeks. "You f*****g tramp!". Her hands clenched. "Oh, you think you can go sniffing around my boyfriend and take him from me?".

"I don't want your boyfriend". Evelyn laughed. "His c**k is just too skinny". She added, striding to the door, feeling all confident. "I just want to suck his c**k whenever he's not getting enough satisfaction from you".

Carolyn sputtered incoherent words as Evelyn strolled out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Her lips were still warm from kissing Carolyn. She licked them, savoring the sweet flavor of her mouth.

All day, most girls at school gave Evelyn dirty looks, word spread about her extracurricular activities and she knew this was Carolyn's doing.

Evelyn really didn't mind because all the boys gave her hungry looks. During lunch, she found the time to give a few boys blowjobs behind the school, and had two wonderful orgasms frigging her p***y. All the girls called her a w***e but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was make enough money to leave her parents home and start a new life somewhere else.

Girls she thought were her friends turned their noses at her. They hated her for giving blowjobs to their boyfriends at school.

"There's the slut". I heard some of the girls whisper as I entered the dorm room after classes was over.

"c**k-sucking w***e".

"Look at her strut. Slut".

"I bet her mouth stinks".

"Slut".

"w***e".

"Hussy".

Evelyn ignored them, focus on the book she was reading until it was time to go to bed.

The next day, Evelyn as usual at the back of the school giving the boys a blowjob. She was just reaching into one of the boy's underwear to free his c**k when an authoritative voice snarled.

"Evelyn Marie Williams!. What are you doing?!".

The boys fled, most of them holding up their pants as they ran. Mr. Lucas Thompson strode up, glaring at the scattering boys then fixing his stern gaze on Evelyn, his arms folded before him. She still had the dollar bills clutched in her hand, kneeling on the ground, while the footsteps of her customers dwindled into the distance.

She gave Mr. Lucas Thompson a smile. He returned it with a disgusted outrage.

"When Carolyn told me what you were doing out here, I could not believe it. Certainly not you Evelyn, and for money?!". His eyes flicked to the dollar bills in my hand. "What were you thinking?".

"I.....I.....". She stammered, to scared to speak.

"Jesus Christ, what you wrong with kids these days?!". He growled.

The look he gave her was that of disgust. He thought she was such a filthy, despicable w***e, something loathsome. Humiliation churned in her stomach and she lowered her head in shame.

"Evelyn, your father is the bishop at my church. What would he think?". He sounded disappointed.

Evelyn fought the urge to give a sassy remark about her step father's hypocrisy. The right and honorable Bishop Donald Williams was always preaching against s****l immorality.

"Sir perhaps I can suck your c**k or even let you f**k me if you promise not to expel me please". She begged.

"On your feet right now, young lady". He bellowed. "Now!".

Evelyn gasped as he yanked her behind him, almost tripping her. He pulled so hard her arm ached at her shoulder socket. He was not happy at all. Which was such a shame. She could have made him so happy, but he believed all those lies her father preached.

Evelyn trailed after him. He led her into the school, and dragged him to his classroom, shoving her in, and then locking the door.

"I have a phone call to make". He said to her through the door. "Sit down and think about your behavior".

"Phone call?". Evelyn gasped.

Was he going to call her home?. What if her mother picked up. Panic shook her. If her mother found out, it would be the end of everything. Her mother would keep me under lock-and-key. She had already given her daily reminders about how sinful m**********n was, and how good girls don't touch themselves, and that s*x was only for marriage. Evelyn had fear in her eyes.

Her face paled. Her heart exploded. She rushed to the door handle and seized it, twisting it futilely. She pounded on the hard door as Mr Lucas Thompson's footsteps retreated. Tears burst in her eyes as she gave a final, hard tug on the handle.

It didn’t budge.

She stumbled back.

It was all over. All because of that uptight-b***h Carolyn. She had to rat her out. Evelyn sat down on the nearest desk, pressing her face into her hands, and cried. She was in so much trouble. Her shoulders shook as the tears poured out. Her mother would ground her for life. She would never be able to leave the house.

She couldn't believe Mr Lucas Thompson had turned down her mouth and cunt. Deacon Theo at church loved her blowjobs. Last Sunday, she let him f**k her for the first time. He wasn't as good as her step father but she still came anyways, and the Deacon had howled like a mad dog.

"I love your tight, sixteen-year-old cunt". As he pounded her.

Why was Mr Lucas Thompson not thrilled that she was offering it to him free of charge?. This confused her. Her tears slowed. She lowered her hands, glancing at the clock. Five minutes had passed. She felt drained. It was all over. She slumped into the chair, staring at her hands folded before her whiles the clock ticked.

The sound echoed through the room. She never realized how loud the clock was. Normally, the classroom was full of students with Mr Lucas Thompson lecturing or asking questions. Even during tests, there was the sound of twenty pencils writing, other people breathing, desks creaking, drowning out the annoying tick, tick, tick.

She squirmed. I leaned her head back. How much trouble was she in?. How furious would her mother be?. She never became angry unless Evelyn did something really bad. Normally, she was so calm and cool, reserved like a proper housewife.

If emotions rule your actions, then you can’t rule your household

Her mother would say to her if she ever threw a fit as a child.

Finally, footsteps approached. Her stomach clenched. She sat up straight, wiping at her eyes. Even when she was in trouble, her mother would want her looking her best. She folded her hands before her, her deep breaths making her so aware of how her dress emphasized her breasts. Her mother would be aghast. She would find out about her secret clothing and naughty bras and panties.

The door opened. She swallowed as Mr Lucas Thompson held it ajar, ushering in her parent but it wasn’t her mother who strode in. It was her father. His stern gaze fell on her. He looked so strong, so authoritative, especially with the wings of gray sweeping from his temples. He wore his black suit, his loafers polished to a shine.

"Evelyn!". He said with a bark. "Stand up!".

"Yes, Father". She said, hearing the anger crack in his voice.

"Now Mr Lucas Thompson tells me you have been sucking c***s behind the school for money".

"I have daddy ". She said.

"He further told me that you offered both your mouth and that sinful harlot’s hole between your thighs as a bribe to keep his silence".

"Yes daddy". She gulped.

"And he refused?".

"Yes daddy".

Bishop Donald Williams turned to Mr Lucas Thompson. "Why?".

The teacher blinked. "Excuse me, bishop?".

"Why did you refuse my daughter?".

Incredulity crossed Mr Lucas Thompson’s face. "Because it would be immoral. She is sixteen, I am married, and she is my student".

Bishop Donald Williams seized Evelyn's ponytail braid and shoved her towards Mr Lucas Thompson’s desk. He threw her over it, the edge biting into her stomach. Her arm knocked over a coffee mug which shattered on the floor. He pushed her down, bending her over it, and flipped up her skirt, revealing her panty-clad ass. Mr Lucas Thompson watched, his jaw hanging open.

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