interactive story time

[Freddy&Eddy]

So here's the beginning of a story... played out by two characters...

The beginning is fleshed out enough to get the story rolling, but it's up to you to finish it off.... how much you contribute is your call!


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2day I got into it with that fuckin bitch Merced and told her the next time she talks shit behind my back I'm gonna fuck her up! I wasn't messin with her boyfriend like she says even tho he wants to with me. Maybe she needs to take care of him better! I think I'm finally gonna go for it with Mr. C. He's SO cute and I been flurting with him for the whole year and I just wanna kiss him so much! I think I even wanna go ferther...

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It is a gorgeous start to March, with the sun shining and the temperatures in the high 60's as I begin my morning prep. Today being Wednesday, they know their latest projects are due and I'm in no mood for excuses. My wife and I got into it pretty hard last night and I've just about had it with this whole marriage. For ten years I've been tolerating this one-sided relationship, always hoping that things will "turn the corner" at some point and return to the great times of our early dating. Before the two kids; before the house; and before the responsibility of her ailing father, stricken with Alzheimer's, and now requiring 'round-the-clock care, which is slowly eroding our entire life savings. Now, in addition to my job as a high school science teacher, I teach adult education to immigrants AND tutor kids with any spare moments I have left to make a few extra bucks. I once again tried to reason with Clare (my wife) that she has to go back to work or we won't make it. And, in her typical response, she promised to start looking for work "any day now." We haven't had sex for weeks and I'm too tired to muster up the motivation to jack off.


I just want to leave. Fuck it all. She can have the house, the kids, and I'll happily live on the street if I have to. Anything but spending the rest of my life like this. I wonder how many other men inhabit this prison called "marriage." How many of us are out there languishing in these unnatural arrangements, wanting to bolt for the door, hit the nearest bar, and fuck the first pretty young thing in sight? I want a convertible Prowler with the top down and a young honey sitting next to me. I want to be filthy rich so I don't give a shit that she's with me for my money. Who cares? What better way to spend my cash than laying it to a hot piece of ass who'll do anything I want for a nice dinner, some cool clothes, and a little spending money? That's right, you fucks, she IS with me for my cash and I HAVE the cash and you don't. Go home to your wife and see if you get any tonight; I KNOW I'm getting some. 'Cuz if I don't, she's outta here and I'm on the next one. Cash flow equals pussy flow - pure and simple.


My morning fantasy is shattered by the reality of the first bell. My first period group slowly files in and takes their seats. I scan their weary faces and try to muster up the strength to plow through the next fifty-five minutes. And I look for Maricella, who finally comes in and takes her seat up front, just where I moved her at the semester's beginning. Where I could constantly watch her, attend to her, and let my plans unfold...


I had first noticed her almost four years ago, when she entered my freshmen science class as a scrawny little 14 year old, so shy she was barely able to look any of her classmates in the eye and soft spoken to the point of being inaudible. Her mother, born in Nicaragua and deeply Catholic, dressed her conservatively, even chopping her hair into a hideous cross between an Asian "rice bowl" cut and Pippy Long Stockings, as ponytails emerged from the mess on her head and traveled to her shoulders, where they flopped awkwardly whenever she moved. I felt sorry for her and tried to make her as comfortable as possible and avoided calling on her for answers as not to cause embarrassment. Though not the smartest student in the world, she did work hard and earned a solid "B" average on her final report grade and I wished her well as she moved into her sophomore year.


Over the last three years, she has developed into one of the sexiest girls in school. Her breasts have grown into large c-cups and her skirts have risen to reveal a pair of luscious, smooth brown legs. Her deep brown eyes and golden complexion put her every bit on par with Catherine Zeta Jones and her confidence has bloomed simultaneously with her sexual development. She knows the power her looks hold over the boys and she uses it fully to her advantage (I laughingly refer to the entourage of young suitors as "Maricella's Slaves." I must admit that I, myself, have been and continue to be captivated by this gorgeous vixen and was praying she'd be spending her senior year in my honors science program.

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3/4/2003



MR. C AND I FINALLY KISSED! OMYGOD!!! IT WAS SUCH A GREAT 18TH BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!! IT FELT SO GOOD I JUST WANTED TO KEEP GOING AND GOING!!! HE SAID WE SHOULD STOP BUT I TOLD HIM I DIDN'T WANT HIM 2. HE SAID TO MEET HIM AFTER SCHOOL TOMORROW AND WE COULD TALK ABOUT IT AND NOT TO SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE. I CAN'T WAIT!!!

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My wife and I had sex last night, though I'd classify it as more of the "she laid there while I got my rocks off" sort of encounter. I don't care, though; my episode with Maricella is still fresh in my mind and I can barely contain my excitement and urge to tell Clare. Humiliate her and flaunt that hot little Hispanic girl in her face. The twisted nature of my cynicism is now distorting my sense of morality and infusing me with a newfound confidence and power. Every nerve in my body is now coursing with enough electricity to light an entire city and I feel "alive" again. Oh, how I've longed for this feeling for so long! The thrill of the chase, the hunt, the conquest; it's all driving me forward toward the ultimate conclusion and I'll be damned if I'm going to pass it up.


Every male high school teacher has lusted after a student at one point or another. To think we can simply turn off our primal urges is simply absurd. I come into contact with hundreds of females a day - young (in many cases) hot pieces of ass just begging for a good fuck from an experienced man. Not some young idiot whose idea of foreplay is 30 seconds blindly licking a girl's pussy, I'm talking about a man who'll take the time to teach a young lady to WANT sex. To LOVE sex. To BEG for sex.


Maricella may think she's the hottest thing on campus, but my plan is not to simply fuck her. No, that would be way too easy. I plan on making her my slave. She'll do what I tell her and provide me with pleasure when I want, where I want. But first, I need to put step one of my plan into action...

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3/5/2003



Mr. C and I kissed some more today. I want him to touch me so bad! I promised I wouldn't tell and he said he'd kiss me some more if I showed him my tits. I pulled my shirt up and unbuttoned my bra to let him see and he asked if he could take pictures! I didn't really want to, but he said he'd make out some more and he'd keep them hidden to make sure I wouldn't tell anyone. While he wuz taking pictures, I pulled down my pants and showed him my ass and my pussy. After he took pictures of me, he kissed me some more and felt my tits with his hands and licked my nipples. It felt SOOO good. I wanted to do it with him right there in his class room, but he stopped and said we should take it slow - I think he really likes me!
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