Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-172.58.173.166-20200220040518/@comment-37315504-20200322234203

An arm shot out in front of me, effectively cutting off my path. It slammed against the wall leaving a web of cracks around where the fist contacted the wall. Soon another fist slammed against the wall behind me, leaving a similar dent. I turned to see that it was Martha that was pinning me against the wall.

"Why is your scent on the letter?" she said as she stared at me with her eyes glaring into mine. I froze up upon hearing the question. 'What should I tell her? How will she respond? What should I do?' I thought as those thoughts rushed through my head at a hundred miles per hour. "Answer the question idiot!" growled a voice that brought me out of my thoughts.

"U-u-m...I-I-I-I," I tried to talk but the words wouldn't come out.

She let out a growl before saying, "You're hopeless." She let down her arms as she looked away from me and letting out a heavy sigh. She starts walking away from me. 'This is my only chance,' I thought to myself as I gathered all the courage I had.

"I wrote it," I say in a barely hearable voice. Martha stopped in her tracks and her ears became attentive. She turned around and dashed towards me, in reponse I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst.

Before I could even react, my hands were pinned to the wall above my head by one claw, and my lips where sealed off by another pair. I open my eyes to see Matha kissing me. Because of a sudden squeeze on my left inner thigh, I let out a moan followed by a squeal of surprise. But I'm quickly silenced by a tongue entering my mouth. Before I can even struggle or protest, her tongue completely dominates my mouth, the sensation causes my body to involuntary relaxes as my eyes roll back.

She parts the kiss as a string of saliava connects are tongues for a second. My face feels as if it's on fire, as all I can do is breathe heavily as my strength has completely left me. I look at Martha as she stares at me, watching my every reaction. My tongue is hanging outside of my mouth as I'm at the mercy of the hellhound.

"CUTE!" she squeals before releasing an onslaught of kisses at my neck. I'm forced to let out moans in a voice I didn't even knew I had. But I couldn't even focus on my voice as Martha bit down on my most sensitive part. Causing me to release a cry filled with both pain and pleasure.

"Ms. Adams and Mr. Jackson what do you think you two are doing?" called out a voice. Martha stopped upon being called by her last name, and let out a growl for whoever dared interrupted her fun. She quickly silenced herself realizing that she had just growled at our principal, Mr. Walters.

I wonder how my mom will react when she finds out why I got detention?