The Past

Before he married his lovely wife and became Mark Johnson, he was Mark Sawyer. It was in high school, specifically his senior year, that events that would shape his life began to take place.

18 year old Mark was a reasonably handsome young man, about average height with a lean but not stick-like figure and beige skin. Chin length brown hair that sometimes hid his face and grey eyes.

He was currently in home economics class, wearing an apron as he pulled out a wonderful smelling casserole from one of the home economics room's ovens. He placed it in the middle of the table and proceeded to fill three plates for his cooking assignment partners. Only after they had dug in and pleasantly moaned from the delicious dish did Mark make a plate for himself and sit down.

"Damn, Mark. This is really good!"

"Yeah! Like real fancy restaurant level good!" his two female classmates said.

"Yup, your real house husband material aren't you Mark." said his final cooking partner with a snide tone. Sitting next to him, she placed a hand on his jean covered thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

Kiara Thompson was Mark's personal bully from middle school til now, so of course the universe conspired to have them be in the same group. Personally from what he saw, Kiara was the type that could burn water. So it wasn't surprising that he ended up doing all the work while Kiara and the other two just sat back and chatted. For boys, home economics was practically a mandatory class while girls sometimes took it for a easy pass.

"Then again would some upper-class whore really want a guy not packing much downstairs?" Kiara mockingly whispered in his ear.

Her words caused sounds and images to flash through Mark's mind. The image of Mark flat on his back on a strangers bed, in a strangers house as music loudly blasted downstairs the house party getting into full swing. His pants and underwear around his ankles. Kiara with her short ear length curly black hair, hazel eyes, and rich chocolate brown skin, was nose to nose with Mark. As she straddled him, her hands held his wrists above his head, trapped in her strong grip. Her dress was hiked up to her waist showing off a great view of her toned hips, a nicely trimmed bush of black pubic hair, and his cock buried in her pussy.

"This is fucking sad Mark. Your baby dick can't even please a woman right," Kiara said her attractive face flushed and slightly panting as she laughed in his face, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"You fucking virgin ,bet you never got laid cause you were ashamed of your tiny cock." Kiara gasped out.

Mark could do nothing, but gaze into Kiara's face and moan, said moans bringing a nasty smile to her face. His body felt pure bliss as he lost his virginity to his bully. Mark was trembling in pleasure underneath her, but also there was the feelings of embarrassment and shame as she mocked his manhood.

The memory ended and Mark was back in the classroom. His eyes briefly met Kiara's own, then submissively looked away. Kiara simply smiled at the passive gesture, well used to after all these years.

"Well now what smells so divine over here?" Ms. Avery their home economics teacher asked as she approached their table.

Grabbing a spare fork she speared and ate some of the casserole off Mark's barely touched plate.

"Oh my! A truly superb casserole, best in the class. A+ for group 5!" she announced.

Mark shyly smiled while the rest of the group cheered. At that moment the bell rung, and students started to hurriedly pack up as the school day was over and it was the start of the weekend. As Mark was making his own way out of the classroom, Kiara gave Mark a small shove using her shoulders as she passed by. Used to little things like this Mark just continued on as if nothing happened until Ms. Avery called out to him.

"Oh Mark if possible could you stay after for a moment, its nothing bad. If you can't we can talk Monday." The buxom teacher asked.

Ms. Avery was a short woman in her forties. With a cute round face, baby blue eyes, and blonde hair styled in a pixie bob haircut. Mark had heard other guys describe her as pleasantly plump and he had to agree, as the sundress and apron she wore did nothing to hide her figure with her large breasts and sizeable hips. Ms. Avery gave off a caring motherly vibe, always willing to listen to her students and make time for them.

Now Mark usually just walked home after school so there really wasn't any rush, but did he want to hear Ms. Avery out now or save this conversation for Monday.