The Senior's Prank

The Senior’s Prank

Disclaimer: This is original!!!


‘This is a perfect plan…nothing can go wrong now.’ I thought to myself as I sneaked around the empty hallways of my high school. Everyone was gone, the hallways were barely lit. I had my tool bag around my shoulder. The Spanish teacher was gone jogging around somewhere.

‘He wouldn’t be here, would he? He should be at home right now…’ a part of me panicked at the idea that he would still be here. I shrugged off the good part of me and let the demon inside take over. This would be the greatest senior prank in the history of this deadbeat school! To pull a prank on the legendary Spanish teacher, also…I, the Notorious Bandit, would go down in the books for sure! I was planning to set up a very complicated timer set to a hidden bottle of…permanently-dyed blue water. The water would spray on him, dying all of his clothes blue like a Smurf.

‘This is the greatest prank in history! Probably a criminal offense, but if nobody found out, who would know?’ I laughed inside my head. I was known by two different groups of people, my hommies and the others. The others were just regular people who saw me as the quiet, friendly, and polite girl. My hommies knew me as my true self: the evil, happy prankster. It’s like having two different personalities.

I finally came up to his door and opened it. The locks at my school only locked from the inside, and were fairly cheap. I flipped the light switch on. Not one person was in this room. It felt weird to be here all by myself. I sat down to his desk and began my work. I took out the giant bottle, concealing sleeve, tubing, and my other tools needed for the job.

‘I will go down in history…yea!’ I was doing a kind of celebration song in my head. I could already imagine his surprise in the morning when blue liquid is sprayed onto his chair from his desk! I specially routed the tubing to his shirt and pants area so he won’t be shocked by his computer on his desk. I didn’t want to kill him, just surprise him and mostly shock is pride.

“Who is in here? I thought I turned the light out…” a voice sounded from outside. It was him! I could recognize his odd-pitched voice that made him stand out from anywhere. The Spanish maestro was about 6’10 and over 200lbs. He had black hair on his head and his sarcastic personality made him respected, liked, and hated by different people. I did the only thing I could think of: I hid under the desk and curled up to be smaller.

He walked around the room, then to his desk. He noticed my bag of items open. I didn’t have time to set up the blue dye. He placed the items on his desk…and glared right under it, where I was. He was smarter than I gave this 35 year old man credit for. I quickly scurried from under the desk and went for the door. I didn’t get far, though. He stood over me, glaring at me from his glasses.

‘Holy shit! I’m done for!’ my mind was in a flurry of thoughts.

“Senorita, I never thought you would be setting up this…genius prank in my room. It is only half way done, though.” His voice had laces of amusement and sarcasm in it.

“He…he…he. This is a very interesting position, right? Why aren’t you upset, Brian Lance?”

“Brian, Jen. You’ve gotten pretty brave over one year, haven’t you?” his eyes held an almost…lusty…gleam in them.

“People change, but I see you haven’t.” I tried to talk myself out of this. I moved towards the door, but he stood there blocking me.

All of a sudden, he went to the ground, standing on his knees. I didn’t realize until it was too late that he trapped me with his body. I was only about 5’4 and 110lbs. I couldn’t throw this man off of me. My leg rose up to kick him, but he caught both of my legs at the last possible moment and lifted them to his hips. He leaned near my face, so close that I could feel his breath, “Oh, I have changed, and I will show you how, my dear.”

That was the moment that I knew that I was alone with the Devil, laying down in Hell. He pulled my legs closer to his kneeling body until our hips locked.

“Ah!” my whole lower body shook as I felt his erection though both of our clothes. He took both of our glasses off and set them on a nearby desk. He leaned close and started to kiss me wildly. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and played around. Something deep inside me stirred wildly like fire. The dark side of me started to show as I darted my own tongue inside his mouth and returned his wild kisses.

He tasted like sandalwood and cinnamon, just like his spicy, down-to-earth attitude. Passion took over as I started to unbutton his shirt. I finally broke the kisses to breathe and take off his shirt. His chest wasn’t flabby; he was shaped with a thin line of black, curly hair leading downward.

He slipped off my shirt and my belt. I ran my hands all over his chest, the skin feeling like fire. He pulled me up on my feet as I took off his leather belt. He took his belt back and put me over his lap.

“You are a very naught girl…maybe you need to be taught a lesson?” he took off my shoes and pants, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I was over both of his knees, with my head to the tile floor.

*SMACK!* his belt landed hard right on my bottom. I let out a cry and a yelp. He actually laughed and slipped my underwear off. The cool air hit me instantly. My eyes widened instantly.

*SMACK!* “Ah! What the hell!?” I yelped some more as the belt landed again and again right on my ass. Every time his smacks got harder, I yelled louder and louder. He stopped after 20 or 30 smacks and ran his hand around.

“Hmm…you’re wet, senorita.” He dipped one finger into my deep, wet folds as I let out a deep gasp. His finger went farther, then retreated, and repeated the process.

“Oh, yes…say my name.” he whispered into my ear. The warm tingling increased as he went faster and faster. Knowing me, I wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of that from me…as long as I could help it.

“Mr. Lance, you’ll have to work for that.” I had a smirk on my face as I said it. His mouth turned into a smirk and his eyes gleamed with lust and joy.

“Fine, then I will.” He pulled his finger out and set my back against the cold wall. He nipped at my neck, lavishing it with nibbles and licks. He sent another searing kiss to my lips and took off the rest of his clothes. His height wasn’t the only thing big about this man; he looked to be at least 8 or 9 inches. He grabbed both of my legs and put them behind him.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes. Just because someone has had guys doesn’t mean she has slept with them.” He chuckled and kissed me again, this time making the kiss slower. My breathing stopped and a loud scream was muffled when he pushed inside of me. He tightly squeezed my thighs and let out a content sigh. My nails made red trails in his back, as tiny crimson rivers ran down his body.

He slowly pulled out and pushed inside as I held on to his back. This was a new sensation to me as I mewed and gasped as he pumped inside of me. The slow motion let me feel all of him, from the tip to the shaft. I saw that his eyes were rolled back in his head for a brief second before he sped up. The juices ran down my leg, the wall, and unto the floor as our hips smacked together with electricity.

My gasps turned into moans as his sweaty body grinded against mine. I could feel his shaft quiver inside of me as our speed increased. The whole room seemed to be on fire as our moans turned into pleasure filled screams. Our lips locked as he grasped my thighs hard enough to put bruises on me. The speed seemed to multiply as I heard this proud, sarcastic man moans and gasps escape from his mouth over my ecstatic screams. His mouth latched unto one of my now sweaty nipples hard. The sensations blossomed in me as he nipped and sucked my nipple. He stopped for a moment with an almost sadistic smile on his face. He let go of one of legs and showed me his thumb. He started to pump into me again as he took his thumb and shook it right on my clit, making me scream as loud as I ever did in my life. My own eyes rolled back as I experienced my first orgasm and felt him release into my own body.

We both were slumped over, still naked. Small pools of blood collected on the floor with a large puddle of cum in the middle of us. He was lightly kissing my sweaty forehead as my body shook to calm me down. Our bodies were intertwined together as I opened my eyes and smiled back at him. For the first time in my life, I saw a true smile on his face.

“It would seem that the little prankster got caught in my fiery kingdom. Welcome home, my little demon…”

My 1st story and it’s original!! Any reviews are welcome! (P.S: Please don’t kill me Mr. Lance if you do read this!! Lo siento.)