He gives her a penis

Cynthia was decidedly not happy to see Mr. Dinger.

Ever since the SEECA came into effect, many male faculty members endlessly complained about how the Agreement unfairly favored the female staff. Mr. Dinger was considered by students to be the worst of the bunch — ask any girl in the school their thoughts on the history teacher and each would point to the same thing: his perverted leers. He was known to openly stare at the girls in his class; to the point where many of them were convinced that if the SEECA had been a little more egalitarian, Mr. Dinger would be one of its main abusers.

This was the teacher that was waiting for her behind the closed door and Cynthia immediately shivered as she felt that familiar stare descend upon her. She greeted him nonetheless.

“Ahh, good evening Cynthia!” From the first word, he seemed far too cheerful for Cynthia’s liking. It was as though he’d been looking for her and was happy to have finally found where she’d been hiding. “I was-”

“Can we talk in the hallway?” she immediately asked him, cutting him off.

The teacher, caught unprepared by her outburst, paused mid-sentence. He silently pondered her question before nodding and slowly moving aside to free the passage that exited out of the computer lab.

Cynthia couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at putting him on the defensive. She turned back to her crush and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry Wes,” she begrudgingly called back, “but would you mind waiting? This won’t take long.” She stepped out without waiting for his answer.

“Uh... sure...” he reluctantly agreed. All signs of the courage he’d mustered were gone.

Her heart ached for him. The last thing she wanted to do was be alone with Dinger, but she had little choice. Experience had taught her that characters like her history teacher were best dealt with on her own. If things turned sour, at least Wes was still within earshot.

Cyn, focus! While the door closed, she willed her heartache to transform into stubborn defiance and she put on the passive, uninterested expression she used to deal with authority. While she didn’t know why Mr. Dinger had interrupted them, she knew it couldn’t be anything good. He was a creep, plain and simple; and if Dinger was hoping to get off on the fact that she and Wes were alone, unsupervised in the computer lab, then she’d do anything to ensure there was nothing there for him to enjoy.

Yet, her instincts flared as he smirked and roamed his eyes over her. When it came to Mr. Dinger, it was hard not to feel like she’d fallen for his trap. It made her uneasy. “What do you want?” she snapped, too harshly for her liking.

“As I was saying,” he continued, picking up from where she’d interrupted him. “I heard noises coming from the lab and was curious as to why it was in use after hours.” He fiddled with a ring on his finger as he spoke, an action that struck Cynthia as odd considering she’d never known him to be married.

The young girl rolled her eyes, purposefully trying her best to convey exactly how uninterested she was with his conversation attempts. “This lab has the best PCs and monitors in the school, and Mr. Peterson lets us use them to game after hours. Usually we host LAN parties but tonight it’s just us four, so we’re playing co-op games and hosting miniature Smash tournaments.”

“I see,” he scratched his chin, “Isn’t this the lab with the back storage room and the extra big couch?” She nodded, waiting for him to get to the point. “A pretty girl like you, alone with a couple of young boys… lots of smashing happening back there, I’m sure.”

God, he’s such a creep! Feeling repulsed, she judged his comment wasn’t worth a reply.

“My apologies,” he quickly added, “That was uncalled for. But even so, I’m sure that place has seen lots of action. Perfect place for a quickie, wouldn’t you agree?”

His question sparked a memory. It was of her ex David bending her over the arm of that very same couch after one of their LAN parties. He was pulling her pants down with a hand while his other aligned his dick with her soaked entrance. She shivered and **** the memory away. “I’ve heard the rumors,” she admitted, hoping to avoid her role in perpetuating them. “The stains make them hard to discredit.”

“Then surely you can’t fault me for getting curious, hmm?”

She desperately wanted too, but somehow found herself incapable of doing so. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Hey Cyn!” she heard a familiar voice call out. Steve appeared the next instant from behind the history teacher, having finally returned from his trip to the washroom. Cynthia greeted him with a short wave.

“Oh hey! Mr. Dinger!” her friend said after realizing who she was talking to. He patted the old man on the back and raised his second hand to exchange a fist bump. “Good seeing you! Cynthia tells me you’re teaching history this term! How is it?”

The teacher shifted to greet the newcomer and bumped fists. “Good afternoon Steve. It’s been progressing fine, thanks.” He then gave Steve a smile she immediately recognized as predatory and her blood ran cold. “How have you been? Made use of the SEECA recently?”

Steve had the decency to blush. “Haha, guilty! I didn’t want to but some teachers leave you with little choice. Ms. Perez especially; she does not make it easy! Sometimes, I feel as though she deliberately makes it so that we have to take extra credit sessions just to pass her class.”

The old teacher chuckled. “Yes, I heard Ms. Perez prefers to be hands-on with her teaching methods.” Cynthia, quietly observing the exchange, didn’t fail to see the glint of elation shining in Mr. Dinger’s eyes. Something about it was making her very uncomfortable. “Tell me, did she make you earn your extra credit by giving or receiving it?”

“Enough!” Cynthia interrupted, using her dreaded ‘Mother’ voice. “Steve, don’t answer that. In fact, I think it’s best if you headed back in and joined Wes for your match.”

She could tell he wanted to argue, but they locked eyes and Cynthia stared him down until he blinked and looked away. Heeding her advice, Steve bid the teacher a quiet farewell and quickly rushed for the door, disappearing behind the threshold. She heard him acknowledge Wes as the door shut and she hoped their match would keep them busy long enough for her to get rid of Dinger.

“You have a really good handle on those boys,” Dinger admitted, impressed.

“He’s a good kid,” she stated once Steve was out of earshot, unable to explain why she suddenly felt so protective of him. She didn’t want to be on edge, but her instincts told her that she needed to keep the teacher away from her boys at all costs. “A bit loud and competitive at times, but at least he isn’t a creep.”

“I’m hurt you think of me that way,” the history teacher told her disingenuously. From his tone, it was clear to Cynthia that he was only pretending to be saddened. Odds are, he didn’t care what she thought. “But I guess everyone has their reputation. Even you.”

“Excuse me?” she asked, unsure what he was referring to.

“Tell me Cynthia, do your boys know that your dick is bigger than theirs?”

“Naturally,” she spat, her tone curt.

The _last _thing she wanted was to discuss her abnormality with him. The package in question suddenly felt tight within her jeans. “And with that, Mr. Dinger, I must respectfully ask that you leave us alone.” she demanded, crossing her arms. Every teacher had access to her SEECA records, so it wasn’t surprising to her that Mr. Dinger knew of her condition; when she first signed up with the school, she’d been obligated to disclose everything about it. Instead, her concern was with how blazen he’d been asking the question in the first place. “Under sub-section 6.9B of the Agreement, males teachers have no authority to-”

“I know what the Agreement says!” he snapped at her, cutting her off. Despite his harsh tone however, Cynthia felt no outward animosity towards her. He seemed rushed, fingers still fiddling with his ring and speaking as though something bad would happen if he didn’t get his words out fast enough. “I’d just heard rumors of a girl who always wears skirts. That’s you, right?”

“Mhm,” She flattened the hem of the item in question, a habit of hers born out of frustration from dealing with Steve. “I’m in your class, Dinger! Those rumors should hardly be surprising.”

“My point is, Cynthia,” The way he said her name made her feel like prey that had finally been cornered by a predator. “I know why you’re always wearing skirts. You like showing off the bulge your dick makes when it gets hard, don’t you? Does it excite you, knowing your peers envy you for your gift?” As he talked, one of his hands unceremoniously moved to his crotch and began picking at his own bulge. “You and I are alike in that way.”

In that instant, Cynthia absolutely refused to give him the satisfaction of having his questions answered. Yet, she felt compelled to acknowledge him anyway, her nod somehow being **** from her. “You disgust me,” she told him, putting as much disdain in her words as she could. “Please leave my friends and I alone before I change my mind about reporting you to Mr. Dunsworth for **** of the SEECA.”

Using the vice principal’s name felt wrong in light of the recent rumors of voyeurism that followed him, but Cynthia had no other authority figure to invoke. Besides Dinger, Mr. Dunsworth was the only one authority figure making rounds that night.

“That won’t be necessary.” The teacher told her unperturbed, dismissing her threat with a casual wave of his hand. “In fact, I was just-”

“Is something going on here?” came another voice.

Turning alongside Dinger to look at the newcomer, Cynthia watched her brother Clyde’s quick approach and relaxed. He was panting, having rushed back to the computer room while carrying three neatly stacked pizza boxes in his arms. Despite this, he stood poised, his gaze locked on Mr. Dinger and the hand that still pawed at his crotch.

Cynthia could only guess what was running through her brother’s mind, but she felt like she had a good idea. If it came down to it and Dinger got physical, Clyde wouldn’t hesitate to drop the pizzas at a moment’s notice to rush to her aid. The fact that her brother hadn’t already meant that Clyde trusted her enough to have the situation under control. After all, this wasn’t the first time a peer of hers felt intimidated by the behemoth that lay tucked away beneath her skirts — all men in her life were envious of her.

“Ahh, the male twin,” the history teacher stated, running his eyes over the newcomer. “Your sister was just telling me about the gaming tournament you’re holding in the computer lab.” At that moment, his demeanor turned predatory and her instincts flared. “Tell me Clyde, is it true that the reward for winning one of your little tournaments has always been the privilege of getting fucked by your sister?”

Her rage finally boiled over. “Don’t answer him, Clyde!” she ordered her brother, cutting him off just as he began nodding. She used her head to nudge towards the closed room behind her. ‘Bring the pizzas in,” she instructed him, “Mr. Dinger was just leaving.”

The teacher sighed, defeated. Yet, he never lost that predatory glint in his eyes. “So I was.”

A look of concern briefly flashed between the siblings, but Clyde did as he was told and darted passed Cynthia and Mr. Dinger without another word. He quickly vanished beyond the threshold, the silence of his departure broken only by Wes and Steve’s shrieks of excitement at having been blessed with the arrival of their dinner.

With all three of her boys safely behind her, Cynthia steeled what remained of her nerves and locked eyes with the old history teacher. “Goodnight, Mr. Dinger” she told him with finality.

“See you in class tomorrow, Cynthia.” He tipped his hat to her. “Try not to exert yourself fucking those three boys tonight. Although... a girl as fiery as you has enough stamina to accomplish at least that much, yes?”

Cynthia glared at him, her only answer another **** nod that she hoped he hadn’t seen. Silent and vindictive, she stood unmoving as he walked away, only tearing her gaze away from him once he’d finally disappeared from her view. Once she was sure he wasn’t coming back, she sighed and let go of the anger she’d been nurturing.

Despite being muffled by the large door, Cynthia could still hear the hearty screams her friends made as they devoured their pizzas. The joyous sounds brought a smile to her lips and she found herself reinvigorated, the stress of her encounter with the history teacher fading away.

Fixing her skirt, she shook her hips and watched her large bulge swing back and forth. She grabbed it and gave it a squeeze, wondering which of her boys was going to face Clyde in the finals. She hoped it was Steve.

In fact, she wanted Steve to win the whole thing. After the day she’s had, the fantasy of bending him over the couch and putting him in his place was beyond intoxicating. She was looking forward to turning his smug grunts of satisfaction into whimpers of pleasure. The thought made her throb.

After making sure her bulge was visible, she pivoted and followed her brother, disappearing behind the closed door of computer lab 128B.