I sat in biology lab in the dark, watching some stupid movie about floral reproductive organs, seething that it had already been a year since Bella had hooked up that bloodsucker. I could've given her everything and yet she still chose him over me. I was the one that had to change schools looking for someone I could love. Beautiful Bella. Beautiful, seductive, sweet smelling Bella. I inhaled deeply and slowly slid my hand towards my zipper, opening my jeans and releasing my already throbbing man-stick.
The flickering TV screen was showing some kind of Georgia O'Keefe-esque flower vulva, and I couldn't help but imagine that it was Bella's slick vaginal walls that were enclosing my manhood, rather than my tight fist. No one was paying attention to me as I quietly pleasured myself, my breath hitched as I rubbed some glistening precum over my purple headed warrior.
Who gives a shit about stamens and petals, I thought as I pumped my fist harder, silently groaning and visibly shuddering as I came hard. Dammit Bella, this should've been your hand, not mine. I hope his dick is a big and hot as mine.
I quickly zipped up my jeans, discreetly wiping my cum juice on the underside of the work bench.
The bell rang and as I left the lab, I remembered the day I told my dad that I was changing schools. We were eating dinner, and I just blurted out "Dad, I want to transfer to Spoons High School. There's nothing left for me here." He looked up from his bowl of cornflakes, the only thing that douchebag Paul hadn't eaten, and looked at me knowingly. All he said was "Ok, I hope you find whoever it is you're looking for." My dad, Billy Black, made of awesome.
I walked the corridors towards my next class, intently looking at each girl I met. Wondering if she was the one who would change everything. Sadly, my dick stayed soft, not even twitching when Cara, the hottest girl in school sauntered past.
I was just outside the Home Ec lab when I saw her, bending over to take something out of the oven. Renesmee Cummin. Her pert buttocks pointing straight in the air, practically calling my name. I closed the door, leaned against the bench and said "mmm those apple pies look absolutely succulent". She jerked upright and blushed. "Thank you, it's a Paula Deen recipe and I made them extra juicy. I've been watching you in Biology and I know you like them like that". I looked at her crotch, practically exposed in her short lime green skirt, and replied "I like everything extra juicy".
"Oh really?" she said, as she leaned close and grabbed my already engorged manhood in her hand.
I quickly turned her to face the bench, her breasts pressing into the apple pies she'd just baked. "Oh, they're so ho"' she cried, grabbing fistfuls of apple pie and rubbing the hot filling onto her exposed clit. I reached over, grabbed a handful of butter and with two long fingers, massaged the thick creamy mass into her love channel. I quickly unzipped my jeans, and rammed my rock hard cock into her sopping quim, making her moan with delight. So much better than my fist.
"Oh Jacob" she whimpered, "you're HUGE. I can practically feel your manroot at the back of my throat."
The mental image of my cock brushing against her tonsils tipped me over the edge. I pumped into her repeatedly, yelling out "take it bitch, take all of it". Our mutual orgasm rushed forward like a freight train. This was what I needed. A good hard fucking, not even caring if people could hear the noises we made. I pulled out my now flaccid magic spear from Renesmee's hot buttery quim and rested my sweaty cheek on her back. "You make the best pie; say thanks to Paula Deen for me."