Aftershcool Activities

Stepping outside the classroom with me closely in tow, Zach hooked a left down the hall towards the Gymnasium.

“Oh, I thought we were heading to the bus loop?” I inquired between moans of artificially induced pleasure. “You don’t want to miss your bus, Zach.”

“No need to worry,” The young man proclaimed stopping mid stride and relocating his grip to get a hand full of my long hair. “There’s a home Soccer match tonight I can’t miss.”

It warmed my heart to hear that he was filling his time with extracurricular activities. (Other than pounding the pussies of every female student he could get his hands on.)

“Zach, I didn’t know you were on our soccer team!” I said beaming, even though he couldn’t see my approval from where he walked ahead of, me pulling me along by my hair like the worthless whore he knew I was.

“Oh, I’m not,” he exclaimed walking through the double doors to the gym and down along the perimeter of the multipurpose court. “But I never miss out on a chance to fuck up a few soccer moms. Plus, I can just make one of them give me a ride home when it gets boring.”

“Aw well,” I thought to myself. “I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, I guess.”

Zach strode right past the door to the men’s locker room and pulled me around in front of him before using my face as a battering ram to push apart the double doors, which admittedly caught me by surprise. He was being much rougher than usual, even for Zach…

“And it’s the female teams that are playing today,” Zach said with a broad smile.

Once my head cleared from the daze and the stars disappeared from my vision, I could see that there were girls strewn across the locker room, in varying stages of undress. The usual chatter of giggly high school girls echoed harshly throughout the locker room as the giddy teens pumped themselves up for tonight’s match. I recognized more than a few of the girls from my different classes, and a few I’d seen around the halls here and there.

Much to my surprise Zach seemed entirely unfazed by the smorgasbord by of nubile pussy and continued down the aisle between the lockers towards the back of the room. I stumbled more than a few times over the haphazardly discarded articles of clothing, each time eliciting a sharp tug on my hair from the ever impatient Zachary, but it was only a moment before we had reached what appeared to be his destination, the locker room showers…