Pranked

ToolmanTim

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Senior year of high school was one of the worst times to transfer schools. Bull's dad had just been downsized so Bull left the all boys boarding school in Italy and moved back to the United States, transfering to the local public school. That made Bull the 'new kid' two weeks into the school year.

Bull wasn't his real name, but it was the nickname he had back at the boarding school. He wasn't very big, he stood at six foot with a swimmer's build, lean and fit. When he introduced himself as Bull people tended to laugh.

Bull had gotten the name because of his large cock. Well endowed was putting it mildly. Flaccid, he was two inches thick and about 9 inches long. Once blood got flowing into it, well, it got bigger. It's hard to keep a secret like that at boarding school, and once the guys had found out he wsa hung like a bull, he got his nickname.

Bull didn't fit in well at his new school. First, he didn't give a shit about football, and everyone at the school seemed obsessed about the sport. He was a bit of a soccer fan, but he didn't really follow sports. Second, he had a bit of an accent. Third, he was very self-conscious around girls. Bull had not spent much time around girls and he found himself getting aroused far too easily, which would become fairly obvious if he wasn't careful to conceal it. He didn't know what to say around them, how to talk to them.

It was at the end of his first week of school that it began. Two guys he recognized from class, but whose names he couldn't remember came up behind him in the hallway and one wrapped his arm around Bull's shoulder.

"Hey Bull," he said in an overly friendly tone, "Seeing how you're a foreigner and all and this is your first week here we want to introduce you to an American tradition."

"I am an American," Bull replied.

"Then why do you have such a stupid accent?" the second guy asked.

Bull bristled when they called his accent stupid. "I've been living abroad."

"Whatever," the first guy said, steering Bull to take a left. He wasn't sure where they were heading. There was a door ahead, but Bull wasn't looking at the door. He could feel danger eminating off these two and he was watching them. "Anyway, this is a great American tradition. It's called pantsing."

Bull started to turn, to run but the second guy had grabbed his pants and underwear and ripped them down his legs. The first guy grabbed his t-shirt and ripped it over his head. Bull was naked, except for his socks and shoes. The second guy had the door open and the first one pushed him through.

"Say hi to the ladies, Bull!"

BUll stumbled through the door, tripped and fell on his face. He managedto catch himself, so the fall didn't hurt. He stood and looked up. The room was full of women in various statess of undress. He could hear water running and girls talking in the distance. A group shower. None of the girls in the room were saying anything. They were just staring at him, as he stared at them. He didn't feel the blood flowing to his cock, or even it start to jump as it throbbed. But when he realized none of the girls were looking at his face he glanced down to where they were looking and gasped. He could feel the blush on his face.

Bull turned, running back to the door and trying to open it, but to no avail.

"Open the door!" he shouted, pounding on it with a fist while pulling on the door handle. "Fuck you assholes! Open the door!"

Bull felt the presence of people standing behind him so he stopped pounding on the door, took a deep breath and once he felt calm, he turned around. He didn't bother to try and cover himself, his hands were too small anyway.

"I apologize ladies," he said, keeping his eyes averted toward the ground. "I seem to be the subject of a prank. I am sorry."

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OOC: This can go one of two ways, either straight into a reverse gangbang or the girls help him get out of the current situation, but one by one they decide they want to try to ride the Bull.

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Kim had been critiquing her 5'6" brunette, hard-bodied physique - once again thinking that her boobs were perhaps too small. She sighed in resignation as the door to the locker room was shoved open.

Kim turned towards the door as she heard John, her ex, called out, "Say hi to the ladies, Bull!" He could be such an immature asshole. It looked like he and his friend were picking on the new guy.

They pantsed him, pulled his shirt as well, and shoved him into the locker room in nothing more than his socks, his sneakers and deep blush. He turned and rushed for the door but they were apparently holding it shut.

"I apologize ladies," he said, keeping his eyes averted toward the ground. "I seem to be the subject of a prank. I am sorry."

Kim knew she couldn't be the only cheerleader in the room staring at his prodigious member. It was bigger than John's was the last time she'd seen it and Bull wasn't even hard.

Turning her head left then right, Kim saw that she most definitely wasn't the only one staring. She was, however, the first to act. Stepping forward in her skimpy uniform, Kim did her best Red Riding Hood immitation in a voice that she hoped would carry through the door and be heard by the moronic bully that had been her boyfriend only a few weeks before.

"OH MY, BULL. WHAT A BIG COCK YOU HAVE!" she said stopping a short distance away from him and blocking the other girls' view of him.

In a much more quiet voice she apologized, "I'm sorry about that jerk John and his asshole friend Rick. Now, just say, 'the better to please you with, my dear' and they'll probably leave or at least stop holding it shut." Looking down at the bull cock, she wondered aloud to herself, "I wonder how big it gets when it's hard."
 
Bull glanced up at Kim, saw she was clothed and sighed in relief. He put his hand up to the side of his face, blocking his view of the rest of the locker room. He chuckled at what she said and then mouthed the words, "Thank you."

Bull took a deep breath and said in a deep, french accent, "Ze better to pleeze you with, my dear!". It was his best imitation of the 'outrageous french accent's from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Because they were already whispering, he heard Kim ask how big his penis got. He couldn't stop himself from blushing a deeper shade of red at the question.

"I can assure you, bambolina, that it gets obscenely large, bordering on the frightfully monstrous," Bull was barely whispering, any of the girls nearby could hear his answer. "And if I remain in the presence of a beautiful lady like yourself, I am afraid you will find out firsthand."

He glanced down, feeling his cock throb, lifting of its own accord, thickening and elongated as the massive member filled with blood. It was uncut, the foreskin covering the tip of his manhood, and unshaven, his cock and balls a forest of curled, black hairs.

"I am truly sorry. I mean no disrespect to you all. The last thing I would want to do is offend such beautiful young ladies as yourselves."
 
Bambolina? That was italian wasn't it? Kim thought. She found her eyebrows rising as she heard him barely whisper that his member became quite large and bordered on frightfully monstrous. She also found herself blushing furiously as she realized she had voiced her thoughts about the new guy's cock size.

Having heard his humble boast, Kim's eyes seemed fastened on the enlarging member between his legs. She could see it growing longer and rising from its relaxed position between his thighs to point toward her.

He apologized to all the girls in the locker room who'd been subject to witnessing his naked - but for footwear - body.

Kim's hand reached, as if from its own volition, to attempt to wrap around the shaft and grabbing the Bull by the horn so to speak.

She shook her head after a few strokes as if waking herself from a trance.

"Sorry, Bull. I didn't mean to..." Kim began but found herself tripping over her tongue.
 
Her hand moved, closing the distance between them. Her fingers wrapped around his foreskin covered cockhead, and a groan escaped his lips. Kim's body may have blocked the other cheerleaders ' view, but after that groan they would know something was going on. Bull closed his eyes, letting the sensation of someone else's hand wash over him. It was magnificent.

And then she stopped and started stammering an apology. Bull stepped up to her and put a finger to her lips.

"There is nothing to be sorry for. You wanted to touch me. I respect that." His hands moved to her bare midriff, pulling her to him. "I want to touch you too."

Bill's right hand slipped down, lifting up her short skirt and began to caress her sex. (Panties? Spans? Bare?)

"You are so very beautiful. If you want me, only if you want me, then I want you too, bambolina."
 
Kim's eyes widened in surprise when Bull stepped closer, his cock lightly resting against her stomach, as he placed a finger over her lips.

He told her there was nothing to apologize for and that he respected her all the same. He pulled her flush against him - his cock now held between their two bodies. She could feel his length, from base to tip, pressed against her belly button to the material of her top between her breasts.

Her heart raced as she felt his hand reach under the skirt of her uniform. Oh god, what would he do when his hand came in contact with the soaked-through material of her thongs.

While Kim had meant to only offer protection from being exposed to the entire squad as well as giving her ex something to think about, she hadn't really planned to do anything with the new guy. It seemed that her body had a mind of its own.

He looked into her eyes, and she into his, as he told her she was beautiful but only if she wanted him would he act on his desire for her.

Kim wasn't easy and barely knew this man. The sane thing to do would be to back away before this went any further and offer him her towel or something to cover up. The whole squad was here looking on. No she needed to stop this.

She felt his hand caressing her ass, his body pressed against hers, as he waited for her response. The need he'd created in her refused to be denied.

Both of her hands reached behind his neck, their fingers interlacing, and pulled him into a kiss. "What does bambolina mean?" Kim asked him after a brief but hungry kiss.
 
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"Beautiful lady," Bull said before his lips met hers again. He pulled her tight against him, his foreskin covered cockhead pressing up against the bottom of her breast, leaving a stain of precum on her uniform.

He squeezed her ass with his left hand and caressed her soaked panties with the other. He pushed aside her thong, letting his hand push open her folds and drawing her wetness out of her needy slit. Bull lifted Kim, pulling her up against his body and turning so he could push her against the wall, unintentionally exposing their activities to the entire locker room. He had her pinned against the wall with his thigh, her feet a full foot off the floor. He didn't let up on his kiss, wanting and needing this kiss, this touch, this intimacy. WHen he finally did break the kiss, his lips nibbled on hers before he looked her in the eyes and smiled widely.

"A very, very beautiful lady."

He brought his hand up from her pussy and put a finger in his mouth, sucking it clean. He grinned and kissed her again, his hand moving back to her pussy, running up and down her slit before dipping into her pussy, his palm rubbing over her clitoris. His other hand moved from her ass and pushed up her body, caressing and squeezing her tits through her uniform.

"A beautiful, delightfully tasty lady," Bull when he broke the second kiss.
 
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Kim was surprised by the second kiss but responded to it with an answering passion. He had called her bambolina from the start at he said it meant she was a beautiful lady. He'd claimed he wanted her and now after she kissed him with her response as to whether she, in turn, desired him; he was staking his claim.

His fingers pushed the fabric of her thong aside before entering her femininity. He lifted her and moved so that her back was against the wall. She tightened her hold around his shoulders and neck as they continued their impassioned embrace.

The feel of the wall at her back eventually broke through the trance-like state Kim was in. She hovered at least a foot off the floor, his cockhead now rested against the lower half of her uniform. Looking over his shoulder, she could see the cheerleading squad checking out his bare ass as his fingers explored her inner depths. Oh fuck, she was going to be fucked senseless in front of all her friends and some who weren't quite friendly.

He licked her juices off his finger, oblivious to the fact that they were giving a show. "A beautiful, delightfully tasty lady," he further explained.

The question was, did she care?

Raising her legs to wrap around his waist, she guessed the answer was 'No, she didn't. Not right now anyways.'
 
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