Bully locks me in locker and fucks my sister and GF part 2

My Bully mouth fucks my sister with me in the locker

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She laughed. This whole thing felt like a nightmare. It was surrealism at its core.

Why was my girlfriend in on it?

Why was Selena in on it? What about her dad? Why was she here?

Since when has this been happening between them? My hands clenched.

The wet sucking stopped with a “pop” sound for a moment before I heard my sister ask curiously, “I thought you had a date with bro?”

“I did. Mark called me before we got out though. I made up an excuse and left.”

I heard giggles from my sister’s raspy voice as sounds of cock-stroking reverberated through the metal containers of the locker.

“Bad boy. You wanted two cocksuckers at the same time? You already have a certified deepthroater on her knees blowing you.”

“Can you blame me? I just love it when girls work together. You know I’m a feminist,” Mark replied.

Hanna grunted, “You have a lot of nerve calling yourself a feminist with the way you fuck women.” She didn’t stop stroking.

“Bitch, this dick was tailor-made for women. Big cocks please pussies. I’m pretty sure that’s about as feminist as anyone can get.”

My girlfriend laughed and said, “Can this feminist fuck this throat with a big, warm cock good then? I did abandon a date with my boyfriend for this.”

Words I never heard her speak came out of her mouth one after another.

“Only if you guys display applaudable teamwork first,” he said mockingly.

Soon, I hear her kneel as well. After another second, two sucking sounds from different erotic mouths were constantly resounding around the hallway.

As fucked up as this sounds, with all the betrayal and the gut-wrenching pain, I wondered deep down in the back of my mind how big my bully really was that a self-proclaimed deepthroater can share his cock with yet another woman.

Selena moaned out, “God, sucking your cock is my favorite pastime.” It was like my worst insecurities personified. I hated being the third-wheel, but this was way worse.

I was a fourth-wheel.

I didn’t even fucking know being a fourth-wheel was possible, but I was living it. My girlfriend and my sister was here and somehow, I was the outsider. I was the odd one out no one was paying attention to.

My bully was the wheel being fawned over by two other wheels. God, I sounded fucking dumb.

“Big, fat coooock!” And so did Selena. My ears struggled to hear the girl who sounded completely identical and yet different from my girlfriend.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to make sure, with complete certainty, who the girls were. If they were really my sister. One of the beloved women I love.

And my sweet, cute girlfriend of two years. The girl I hoped to marry someday.

Before I lose my fucking mind.

I banged on the locker, trying to get out. As predicted. Mark was leaning heavily on the entrance, preventing me to go out.

I hear the girls exclaim, “There’s a person inside?”

Mark chuckled and said, “Yeah. He spilled a drink on me today. I’m punishing the sissy nerd. I figured it was hot to let him hear stuff too, so I shoved him inside. He’s probably jerking off. I need you guys to work harder. He’s never had pussy or a mouth before. He probably never will, so let’s give him a show at least.”

I hoped that my sister would stop this from happening. Hanna has made no secret of her hating the act of bullying. She found bullies pathetically petty and childish. My experience with it only served to make her hate it even more. She’d never allow this fucked-up situation to happen, right? My sister was a nice person. Even if she didn’t know who I was behind the locker, she would still try to help.

My hope was run over by a fucking truck when I heard her say, “That’s hilarious.”

Selena giggled as well. As if this situation was funny.

Hanna continued fucking her mouth into my bully’s dick before hissing, almost incoherently, “Did you know my brother was locked into a locker once?”

She remembered. So why wasn’t she doing anything? And why would she mention that? My heart ached.

“Really?” Mark remarked in mock-disbelief.

“Do you know who did it?” he asked. It was you, fucker.

“Nope. He never told me,” she said, disconcerted, before deepthroating my bully’s dick again.

Tears fell through my eyes. Did she feel nothing at all towards my fear and shame in calling her that day? Why would she let this happen to another person if she really cared for what I felt?

Mark also seemed to think the same because he said mockingly in the next second, “You know, this guy in the locker might also have a sister. Don’t you feel bad encouraging this when the same stuff happened to your brother before?” I knew he wasn’t saying it to stick up for me, but a part of me felt empowered when he said that.

My sister didn’t even deign to answer as she kept blowing him with skilled, periodic rhythms. Selena also never stopped sucking.

“Bitch, answer for your hypocrisies. Your brother must’ve felt terrible. This guy in the locker must feel terrible too. Why are you letting it happen?” I hear him ask with a smile.

She removed the big, fat cock from her mouth with a gasp to speak.

“God, you really are a jerk. Jesus. Give it a break,” Hanna said with a grin.

“Say it.”

A moment of silence ensued as Selena kept on sucking. A few seconds passed before Hanna finally spoke, “Sucking your big, fat dick is more important to me than feeling empathy for whoever got shoved in on the locker.” I breathed deeply, an electrifying tingle traveling through my spine, making my head reel.

She said it like she meant it. With every fucking fiber of her being.

I felt my heart break into pieces. Along with my dick from how fucking hard it is.

“Does that mean you love cock more than your cuck brother?”

“Is it my brother behind that locker?” she retorted back, her focus obviously still on the cock. She looked at it as if she was in love.

“Does it matter?” Mark asked gently.

Hanna chuckled, her nose directly on something, inhaling its scent deeply. I couldn’t see. I could only hear her delightful exhale after.

“I guess not,” she said casually.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled before ordering, “Now, get back to sucking. It feels weird when someone’s slurping on my fucking balls while my cock is wet and unattended.”

I realized then that my girlfriend was sucking on my bully’s testicles all this time. Somehow, the obscene discovery made it feel even worse. It revealed how deep she’s fallen and submitted.

How far these two have fallen and submitted.

“Anyway. Selena, what’d you tell your guy?” I hear him continue to ask as he enjoyed my sister and my girlfriend’s sloppy loving on his dick and balls, respectively.

My girlfriend chuckled, saying, “I told him daddy called.”

Mark laughed.

“Well, you weren’t lying,” he said.

She exclaimed with her mouth under his scrotum, “Exactly what I thought too!” It was amazing how I could completely understand her diction despite having two whole testicles inside it.

Somehow, imagining the whole scene gave me this morbid curiosity. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“And he accepted that?” I hear my bully carry on this charade. This time though, I found myself intently listening to every word.

“He obviously felt sad, but there’s no avoiding that. I had to come to you.” I hear her kiss something. It definitely wasn’t Mark’s mouth.

She continued, “But I reassured him. I told him I’d call after the ’emergency’ and all.”

“Aww. That’s so cute. I love you guys together.”

I gritted my teeth at his mockery and humiliation. The fact that he would do this implied his total lack of respect and humanity. Was he fucking getting off on this thing, complimenting our relationship’s validity while my girlfriend’s blew him? What kind of person does that?

But what’s worse is how my girlfriend reacted to the whole thing.

She giggled.

Selena fucking giggled like the insult was a compliment to our relationship. She only muttered what I assumed was the word, “Thanks,” incoherently, mumbling around his cock.

I suddenly realized I didn’t know this woman. And instead of being completely turned-off and bewildered at the thought of my girlfriend being completely different than what I had thought her to be…..

….I relished in it. I felt absurdly curious of who she really was. It brought a hint of….novelty I never knew I needed.

“Now, how about calling him right now?”

I stopped breathing.

Selena spoke against the suggestion weakly, “I’d do anything for this cock, baby.”

My stomach dropped at the endearing nickname. Another form of betrayal her mouth uttered.

“But not right now, okay? I love my boyfriend. I don’t want him to find out.”

“So don’t let him find out,” Mark said simply.

She retorted, “Your dick is so big, I couldn’t hide my gags if I tried for a million years, babe.”

Mark asked, stunned, “Who asked you to keep sucking during the phone call?”

Selena grew silent.

Hanna chuckled and stopped blowing the fat cock for a second before mumbling, “He got you there.”

“No, he did not! Stop siding with him, sis. This is your brother!” Hanna begrudgingly huffed.

My bully’s innocent voice resounded, “Nasty slut actually wants to keep bobbing her pretty head on big dick as she talks to her boyfriend. Jesus, even I wasn’t suggesting you to go that far.”

Selena gritted her teeth and said, “You know damn well you do. Stop playing innocent, jerk.”

Mark replied uncaringly, “It doesn’t matter. Are you doing it or not?” After he spoke, the bully seemed to fuck my sister’s throat harder and quicker according to the wet sounds traveling under my skin. Hanna was fully gagging on his dick, sounding (and probably looking) like a fucking pornstar.

I thought of Mark’s words. He didn’t present consequences like he usually did when he gave me ultimatums. It seemed as if Selena instinctively knew she wouldn’t like what would happen if she refused though. Because she agreed after a few seconds of hesitation.

“Alright, alright. I’ll do it, okay? Happy?”

“Hurry up and call him. I wanna fucking cum on your face as you talk. Hold up, I want a phone recording of this too.”

Selena sighed exasperatedly.

“Don’t show it to anyone, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark replied half-assedly.

I panickedly lowered my volume in an effort to hide I was here. I knew she was going to call any second.

I was right. Her contact appeared on my phone. Her name in there was listed as “Love.”

I answered.

“Hey, baby,” She said with a smile.

My stomach dropped at this situation. Did she not feel any guilt at all, doing this? Cheating on me as if it was nothing? Greeting me with our usual catchphrase as if she wasn’t having her throat fucked by another guy while we haven’t even gotten intimate with each other? I wanted to tell her that she was a slut. A horrible human being who deserves the worst in life. That I was going to leave her, cut her and Hanna off of my life.

However, my mouth seemed to utter entirely different words contrary to my inner thoughts.

“What’s up, babe?” I said quietly, enough so that they wouldn’t hear me inside the locker, but enough to hear me clearly over the phone.

“I’m with daddy right now. Everyone’s fine. It was just a false alarm. No need to worry. I just…..hmmgh.”

It seemed even more downright erotic hearing her mouth struggle at taking my bully’s cock in with the audio infinitely closer and nearer to the source. She seemed to cover the phone with her hands to prevent me from hearing anything more than the first “gluck” though.

“Sorry. I’m eating. Daddy brought this delicious snack, and I’m gobbling it up.”

I entertained her lies, “Wow. Seems like you’re having a great time.”

“I am. It’s always nice to spend time with family.” She took a “bite” again.

I almost incredulously laughed at her audacity to use her family as an excuse while she sucked a big cock like a cheap, cheating whore.

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