Thursday, May 20, 2010

School Daze--Part 2

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The chair slid slowly out from beneath the desk. Someone's hot breath trailed up under my skirt. "Say 'please' again," he muttered, his face nestled against my pelvis.

My pussy still throbbing, I meant to beg him once again to stop--to have a care for my job. But all I could say was, "Please--" He lifted his face and I saw the clear green eyes of my lanky student. He stood, lifted me out of the chair and turned round to place me on the rough wood of the desk.

I wondered what time it was. I wondered what year it was. Above me loomed my student--the one who seemed daily to daydream his way through class. I heard a descending zipper, glimpsed a wayward cock. "Wish me Happy Birthday," he said, his smile lupine.

"No," I said. But I could feel myself wanting him. Weakness pervaded me. It seemed to start at my wrists, or maybe in my cunt. Aching for his ripe young cock. Knowing I'd been wanting him for a very long time.

He rubbed the head of his cock across my pubic mound. I wanted to scream. But all I could say again was, "Please."

"Mmm," he said, and I heard him chuckle. This boy was laughing at me. I twisted to my right. Trying to gain purchase, trying to sit up.

He caught my wrists with one hand, pinning them to the desk. I felt the head of his cock--just the head--enter my already moist pussy. I moaned, struggling a good deal less. I was so distracted by that cock head. Only about an inch or so inside my pussy, it was triggering nerve endings that reached all the way to my nipples and back. I felt a wave of cream, my cream, rush down to cover his cock head.

He began to move. I felt his desire rise and strive within me.

I heard the clock ticking. But my hips heeded only his rhythm, which became mine as well.

Somewhere far away a shout echoed in a hallway. The air was filled with his scent. And there was only wanting. His and mine.

I heard myself say, "Please," again, and knew he knew I wanted him. My nails dug into the plaid of his shirt as I came. I felt his heat rise up inside of me.

Later, as we rearranged our clothing, he chuckled once more, pulling me close with one arm. And I knew we'd be doing this again, quite soon.

Best,

Diane

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