school

You come to class, nervous, right? wondering how you’ll do on the test, wondering if you can fake your way out of questions that stump you, right?



Honey, you have a different problem this test day.



Because who’s sitting in your chair at your desk today? that nobody else can see?



Uh, huh: me.



‘Sit right down,’ I say, and now you know what pure sin sounds like when you hear my voice: sweet, alluring (*blush* okay, that was shy-inducing), knowing, and just o-so-slightly dangerous and menacing.



You know you should run, screaming, from the class, right? But you’re drawn right into my intense blue eyes that fill your universe.



And, as you are drawn into me, you know what pure sin looks like. White, and sapphire, and … long and purple.



Uh, huh: guess what I’ve got strapped on? Yup: ‘phfina’s packing.



Saga, you’re gonna know what pure sin feels like in a few seconds, ’cause I’m patting my lap with both hands, indicating where you should sit …



… to take your test.



Oh, yeah: you’ll be ‘tested,’ all right! How long are your exams? 7 or 9 inches?



Oopsie! I meant to write: ‘one or two hours?’ Silly me!



Either way, inches or hours: your ‘test’ is gonna be … loooooong!



You … sit.



I ease off your panties, growling in your ear about how we will deal with your unpreparedness and insubordination later. Wearing panties to a ‘phfina-fuck, indeed? What were you thinking!



But we’ll deal with that later, because now you have to focus.



On your test.



And on the warm, warm, unyielding cock I’m easing into you cunt.



‘Like it?’ I purr, knowing ‘like’ is not a word you are thinking.



ARE you even thinking at all, Saga?



Saga! You must focus … on your exam, that is.



I add: ‘I kept it nice and wet and warm …’



And I smile evilly, and conclude: ‘… in my kitty!’



That purple cock, Monty, by name? Yes, he’s been keeping me company, while I awaited your arrival.



And now he’s buried, to the hilt, filling you.



You can tell that, by the way, because your ass cheeks are resting on my hips.



‘Comfy?’ I whisper my inquiry teasingly.



I’m not sure your response is in English, or in any language at all, for that matter.



And, oh, my goodness, are you that close already?



‘No cumming!’ I snarl, and your whine is one of the most pitiable things one can hear in the universe.



I’m unsympathetic. ‘You enrolled in this class; you studied hard. You finish this exam, and answer every question, doing your best. And THEN, if I allow it, you may cum, but only then, you hear me?’



‘Yes, mistress,’ you whimper, your face pinched in concentration, trying to stay here, trying not to lose it.



‘Good girl,’ I condescend in my most patronizing tones.



Guess who’s bitch you are, Saga. Guess.



The prof hands out the exams and drones pointlessly on how to take it and how much time you have and blah-blah-blah, it’s if these profs think the students have never taken an exam before.



… with a big purple cock buried in their cunts.



And an evil little bitch whispering distracting sweet nothings in your ear.



Oh, yes: I am a naughty one, teasing when everybody wants to be serious, playful during homework time or test-taking time. Such a demanding little bitch I am.



Deal with it, Saga.



‘Cause as you’re answering the questions and writing your essays? My hands? That have eased off your bra? Where are they now, massaging and pinching?



You know where they are. You can feel them. One, firmly grasping one globe, squeezing, but lightly brushing a nipple.



The other? Down there. On your clit. Think this: slow, very slow, circles.



I like to rest my hand on your tummy. I like to feel me in you, solidly filling you. I like to know that you are mine. I like to feel you tighten and quicken, I like to ease off, and feel you pant in exhaustion and desperation, begging, whining for release, feeling like you’re gonna die or explode.



‘Concentrate, Saga,’ I whisper into your shoulder.



‘What is this test anyway? Is it math?’ I ask carelessly.



Then I say: ’5′ And kiss your shoulder and neck with 5 quick pecks, that still leave a trail of ‘phfina-drool.



Then I say, ‘Oh, is that answer 37?’



It’s not a math test, by the way, right?



Like I care.



Because I latch onto the back of your neck, suck, nibble, and then you feel my tongue flick. 37 times.



God, Saga, you are so taut! You really need to relax! Your back feels like a brick wall, for goodness sake!



Then the next answer. Is that 10?



No, we’ll save ’10′ for tonight. You strapped, face down, in bed, and me, wearing my elbow-length leather gloves, ready to administer ’10′ stiff stinging ones, to your ass-cheeks.



You like white leather or black leather, by the way?



No, I think this answer is 6.



Like me: little ‘phfina. Little 6.



‘Up you go,’ I say.



And up you go. 3 inches.



‘Down you go,’ I say.



And down you go. 3 inches. Or: ‘to the hilt.’



And we repeat that 5 more times to get … 6.



The whole time, my right hand is kneading and pinching and rubbing your tit, and my left: slow, o-so-slow, circles.



Right. Fucking. There.



It must be really hard to fill out all those answers on the test paper with my … distracting ways, no?



You finish your exam. Somehow. It was all a blur. What, actually, did you write? Was it a math exam, actually? You may or may not know.



‘Can I …’ You say through tightly pressed lips.



‘Do you have a request for your mistress?’ I ask sweetly.



I am never more dangerous, than when I am sweet.



‘Please, oh, mistress,’ you gasp out, ‘please may I cum?’



You wanton slut, you.



‘Hmmmm,’ I ponder hesitantly, and you think you may, at this point, actually die from want and anticipation.



‘Oh,’ I say in a remembering/recollecting way that you SO KNOW is just plain wicked, ‘what about the bonus question?’



‘Bonus question?’ you pant disbelievingly.



‘Yes, the bonus question, Saga,’ I lecture superiorly, ‘every quiz has a bonus question, of course. So answer me this question for the … bonus.’



You wait … as long as you can … was that just 3 microseconds?



‘What bonus question?’ you almost shriek.



I smile. ‘You like monty, thrusting in your purrrrfect little cunt, filling you, Saga?’



‘Yes!’ you cry desperately, hoping that was the bonus question.



No luck for you.



‘Okay, then, Saga, your bonus question is this. It’s an essay question. You see, monty? He likes it tight, like your tight little twat, squeezing him so hard, and thank you for practicing your kegels during the test, by the way. But imagine this. Imagine monty questing toward your virgin little rosebud, Saga. Imagine him covering in your cum juices, playfully poking, poking, poking at your anus. Playfully. As I lie atop you. And massage your clit with my hand. Imagine him, poking there, just the tip, until you can’t stand it any more, and you beg me to enter your ass, Saga. And imagine him, going in, just the head, as I ease him into you, poking, exploring, questing, letting you get used to him, just an inch, poking in, and sliding out. Poking in, and sliding out. Until you beg, ‘more’ and … ‘harder.’ And I give you more. An inch at a time. 2 inches. In and out. In and out. Then 3, then 4 … then more … then, Saga, then … all the way in. Until I’m in your ass, Saga, all the way, and my hips are resting on your cheeks, and my body is on top of yours, and my little hand and fingers are slowly rubbing your clit in slow circles, and I’m kissing you tenderly, until you beg. ‘Fuck me.’ And I ask, ‘Fuck you where, Saga?’ And you submit to me completely, and you beg: ‘fuck me up the ass, ‘phfina, oh, God, fuck me up the ass!’



And I do, Saga. Slow, steady, powerful and deep thrusts. And I whisper vicious nothings in your ear. ‘I’m fucking your ass, Saga,’ I snarl. ‘I’m fucking you up the ass, Saga, and I’m fucking you hard!’ and ‘You’re mine, bitch. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking fucking you and you are mine!’ and I ask you, ‘Who’s are you?’



And you scream, ‘I’m yours! I’m yours! I’m yours!’ and you cum. so. fucking. hard, with my big purple dick thrusting into and then fully buried up into your ass.



And that’s the bonus question, Saga: imagine that and how it would feel.



Oh, and there’s a bonus-bonus question about the next week, after a spankie, a good, solid hard, ass-cheeks-are-cherry-red spankie, where, without any preamble, I pull your ass-cheeks apart and bury my well-lubed monty all the way to the hilt right up your ass, and command, ‘Cum.’



You can faint, too, cumming and screaming, if you’d like. I’ll hold you.



With my big purple cock pinning you down onto the bed, buried to the hilt up your ass.



Bonus questions. Extra credit. You know.



But Saga, why are your eyes rolling up into your head?



The slow circles? They become a little faster, a little more insistent.



And I begin humping, thrusting monty in deep into your sweet little cunt.



‘God, I love fucking you, Saga!’ I exclaim, panting myself with the effort.



‘Please, o, please, o, please, o please oplease, oplz oplz oplz!’ you beg.



‘Cum, Saga,’ I command.



Yes, Saga, you may cum now.







So, how did you do on your exam? Did you do well?



Just one thing, sweetie, and you know this.



That test? It’s an exam.



That’s what it is. It’s important because YOU are important. You want to do well on it because YOU want to do well. The test, in an of itself, are simply words on paper. That’s what it is.



Whether you do ‘well’ on it or not is just an opinion, yours (the most important one) and the grader’s and your classmates’ and the whole world.



No big deal.



And that test? So what if you turn it in with ink blots marring the paper, and drool, and sweat, and tears, and the words, ‘ofuck ofuck ofck ofuck ofuckingfuck o fuk o my fucking god fuck! i ah o ohgod im cummmmmming!’ scrawled all over the lines and in the margins? So what? Or so what if you work really hard and get the ‘A+ 100% Good job!’ So what?



You know what you can do with the former? Frame it. It’s art, Saga. You can sell each page for $25 million dollars and people will get into bidding wars to buy originals, especially after they watch the vid of ‘Artist: work in progress’ on how you made each page, no: each ink blot and smudged word, obscured by spittle. They’ll be clamoring for sequels and scour the internet for other works and read and reread the cooking show and beg to suck your toes.



And you’ll know what I’ll do? Little me? Your fuck toy? Your mistress.



There are clubs that will go fucking nuts for a perfect little sub like you.



I’ll put you up on the auction block, Saga. And those other cold bitches, those jealous mistresses.



Some of those biddies are pretty loaded, sweetheart.



You? $1 million for a night. Easy. I can make that easy, especially after all that paparazzi and hubbub of you the great artist exposing ‘school life’ and ‘the rat race’ and ‘hiding in the closet’ and ‘real beauty’ and every other ‘norm’ you wish to take on and expose.



And some fucking bitch will be like, I won the auction, here’s your cool million, now give me that bitch so I can tame her all night.



And I’ll look at you and ask you the question. ‘Are you worth a million dollars, Saga?’



And I’ll see in your eyes that you know the answer. You can fool everybody else, but you can’t fool yourself.



‘No, I’m not,’ you say, and look away, and curse yourself for not hiding your tears, wanting so desperately to beg me to keep you, but not wanting to make a scene, because you know you’re not worth it.



And my firm hand reaches out to your chin, and turns your head to face me, and I say: ‘You’re right, you’re not.’



And I give that Lady her million dollars back and tell her to keep her money. Because I’m going to be holding something infinitely more rich and precious. Tonight I’m going to be holding you. Not worth one million dollars, because you are priceless, Saga.



‘Let’s go home, Saga.’ I say softly.



And we get into your Mercedes or your old beater, and we drive home to your fourth floor flat or your palatial penthouse suite, and I shower you and bring you to bed, and I hold you through the night as you sleep.

Hi y’all! So it’s me again, sorry I haven’t uploaded anything lately. This is completely fictional, and if it sounds like another story… whelp, that’s awkward. Enjoy my fantasies!



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Why am I still in here?



It’s been 17 hours since Lauren has seen sunlight. With finals coming up, all she did was sit on her ass and study in the university’s library. She rocked back in her chair, and her jeans rubbed her clit, surprising her. She loved not wearing panties, but not when she was supposed to be studying. It was such a distraction. She rocked slowly back forward, suppressing a moan. Great, now she was horny.



She looked around the circular table, watching all of her friends slaving over their studies for stupid tests that determined their lives. Frustrated, Lauren grabbed her clutch and headed to the patio on the 5th floor.



She sat down on a bench and crossed her legs. The sun warming her skin. She could feel her juices soaking her jeans. Pulling out a cigarette, Lauren numbly felt around for her lighter. To no avail, she must have left it in the library. She looked around for other stressed out med students taking a break.



Far to her left was a man in vans, pulling a long drag from his cigarette. Slowly she got up, fixed her boyfriend jeans, pushed her boobs up, and sauntered over. Lauren looked him over. He was tall, maybe 6’5″, with blonde hair cut close to his head.



Johnny pulled out another cigarette. God, just one more and I’ll go back and start studying again. All he wanted to do was fuck someone. Being single can be extremely frustrating, especially when you’re stressed and single. He didn’t even notice the young red head walking towards him.



“can I borrow your lighter?” She smiled innocently, before darting her eyes to his lips. Johnny smiled, he loved confident girls.



He dug around his pockets, and handed it to her. She held his hand one second too long. While she was lighting up, he gave her a once over. She was so tall, only a few inches shorter than him, small chested, but a nice waist. Her v- neck had ridden up, and the glint of Lauren’s belly ring made him take notice. She had abs almost as defined as his. He smiled and licked his lips. Johnny was starting to get turned on just looking at the stranger.



“So what’s your name?” he asked.



“Lauren, nice to meetcha.” she held out her hand, and gave him a firm shake. He couldn’t help but think how those hands would feel on his dick.



“Johnny. Guessing your a med student too?”



“yeah… I’m pretty sure my brain is about to explode.”



“I heard Darenna’s final is a bitch.”



“That’s what I’ve been studying all damn day!” Lauren threw her hands up in the air. He took another drag.



“I’m about to go get some coffee from the 2nd floor, if you wanna join.”



“Sure, I think I could use a boost. Maybe the caffeine will help me focus.”



They finished their cigarettes and headed back inside. Headed towards the stairs, Lauren took a quick glance towards her study group, they hadn’t even noticed she was gone. She rolled her eyes and followed after the tall young man.



“so, you’re not from around here. Your accent sounds almost British.” Lauren asked johnny as they waited in line.



“I was born in new York, lived in England for a while, and came back for college. How about you?”



“Born and raised in North Carolina. Only came here for school.”



“I bet that was a culture shock, moving from the south to NYC.”



She giggled, “nah, it wasn’t too bad. I’ve gotten to meet a lot of attractive people.” johnny smiled. He couldn’t stop staring at her.



Lauren was staring too, deeply into his blue eyes. Neither one noticed that they were now in the front of the line. Lauren blushed and walked up to the counter with Johnny.



“So, what would you like, doll? It’s on me.” he winked.



“Since your offering…” she ran her hands down his chest to the top of his belt. “Black with two splendas.” He shook his head and laughed. The girl had guts, trying to seduce him in front of the cashier.



He ordered their coffees and followed after her. They sat down in a booth far away from the other students. They didn’t want to bother them by talking. Johnny took a leap and put his hand on her thigh. Lauren’s cheeks flushed.



“So do u have any siblings?” she asked. He was amazed; although her cheeks were flaming, she didn’t even stutter. She even leaned in closer to him. With the encouragement, his hand began to move slowly closer to her crotch.



“No, just me and my parents.” he answered. Lauren leaned closer, placing her own hand directly on his jeans covering his dick.



“What a shame. I always loved hearing my older sister’s stories. I learned a lot from her.” she gave a light squeeze. now he faltered.



“What kind of things d..did.. Did you learn about?”



She leaned in, Johnny could feel her breath on his ear, “how to deep throat.” with a quick bite, she pulled away. Johnny’s eyes widened before he could regain his focus. He heard her giggle, before she got up and jogged to the shelves across the room.



Lauren waited just at the end of a shelf and watched as Johnny regained his composure. He smiled at her, leaving their coffees, and followed suit. Lauren retreated more and more until she felt the handle of a door. Her chest flushed as she realized what she was about to do.



Johnny turned the corner and came to the aisle he last saw Lauren. He saw her turn around and quickly go into a room, shutting the door. What am I doing? He paused before he smiled and shook his head.



He didn’t care.



He opened the door slowly. “Lauren?”



He didn’t even get a response. Lauren’s lips crashed onto his with such force he fell backwards into the door. They slid down to the floor where she straddled him. Lauren ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel his hands on her ass, squeezing it. They began a nice rhythm, grinding into each other, but soon it wasn’t enough.



Johnny could feel his hard on throbbing. He needed a release, mentally… Physically.. Undoing his pants with one hand, he began undoing Lauren’s with the other. Lauren caught on and took off his shirt, then her own. With a pile of clothing in the corner, Lauren straddled Johnny again. He was so hard, he was standing straight at attention. His length patiently waiting at her entrance. Slowly she slid down. Johnny closed his eyes as he felt how wet she was. She was so warm and tight.



Lauren moaned as she took him all in. Letting herself adjust to his width, she slowly started rolling her hips in a circular motion. Johnny’s hands tighten on her ass, as he brought his head down to her breasts. Lauren took his head and held it there. She was enjoying this so much.



“Get up.” Lauren looked at johnny. Did he just tell me to get up? Your fucking kidding me. But she followed direction. Lauren pulled him out of herself and stood up.



“No, on your knees.” confused, she just looked at him. If he wanted a blow job all he had to do was ask.



Johnny got up and in one swift motion, pushed her down on her knees and hands. His cock was now wet as can be, and Lauren’s ass was looking quite welcoming. He ringed his finger around her opening, lubing it with her own juices, before he inserted his pinkie.



Lauren moaned and pushed back to meet his hand. “rub my clit.” she breathed. She was pinching her small nipples. With his other hand Johnny started rubbing her clit in circles. He slowly inserted another finger, earning another moan from Lauren. There was now cum slowly trickling down her thighs. Johnny rubbed his cock in her wetness before removing his fingers.



Why’d he.. “AOOHHHH!!!!”



Johnny had plunged deep into Lauren’s ass. He moaned and he relished every moment of it. Before he could even think, Lauren had started pumping herself on his length, fucking her own ass. He ran his hands up her body till he reached her hair.



He wrapped his fist into her locks and pulled her back. With his dick still in her ass, he yanked on her hair and pinched her nipples, whispering all the while, “What a dirty little whore you turned out to be.. I bet you love my dick in your ass right now, hm?… Do you love to be fucked in the ass, doll?… Do you want me to push harder..?”



“Yes…Yes, please.. I need it.”



Johnny began to pump in and out with such an abandon, he could feel his climax. He pulled on her hair again. Lauren moaned as he turned her head towards his. They began to kiss deeply, but as soon as Lauren climaxed, she bit his lip. With that sudden jolt of pain, Johnny came.



They both laid there shuddering in the aftermath of their orgasms. Johnny could taste blood from his lip After a few seconds, He heard her take in a big breath. “I want more.”



With that she slowly got up, straddled his chest, and started sucking his dick. He could feel himself harden again. Lauren slowly licked his balls, leaving a trail of spit behind her. With his cock fully hard again he reached up and pushed down on her head, making Lauren take in his full length. She didn’t gag, she took in every inch and just sucked away. He could feel her tongue dance over his tip.



Now that she knew he was enjoying himself, lauren placed her nicely shaved crotch right over his face. She leaned back, “eat me,” she commanded.



Johnny put two fingers in her ass and one in her pussy. Slowly pumping them in and out. His lips found her clit, where his tongue flicked it lightly. He would suddenly clamp down on it and suck on it loudly. Lauren rocked on his face, and pressed down harder.



Lauren had his balls in one hand and an ass cheek in the other. She felt his dick hit the back of her throat every time she bent down. She felt herself climaxing again. Clamping her thighs tighter around Johnny’s head, her blow job got more intense.



Johnny could hear her sucking him and pulling his head. Her teeth lightly grazing the tip. He couldn’t hold it anymore. Biting Lauren’s clit with his teeth, he came in her mouth. Lauren swallowed every bit.



Sitting up, she started pinching and pulling on her nipples, while Johnny continued to eat her neat pussy. “that’s right, eat my pussy… Put another finger in me..” Lauren finally climaxed as he surprised her fitting three of his fingers in her pussy, with two still pumping her ass. She feel forward completely exhausted.



After what seemed like hours, Johnny lifted her off of himself and pulled her up to him. They kissed passionately, as he ran his fingers through her hair. He broke the kiss and let her settle her head on his chest. Quietly, Johnny reached over to Lauren’s pants and took out her cell phone. He put in his name and number, then called himself. There was no way he was letting her go, they had only finished round one.



Besides, they still had 13 more hours until their exams.

I was 21 years old. Last summer actually!



We would take a 5 day trip with our school. On an island. Doesn’t matter where.



My 2 school mates eventually didn’t come, but that didn’t stop me from going. I went with the idea that I will make new friends.



So we took off a Wednesday morning from our school with a school bus heading for the port were we would take the ship for the island. It was an hour off driving.



I sat on the rear of the bus. There was this handsome guy named Peter. He was around my age. Short hair like mine and brown.



I started talking to him. Not after long we became kinda friends. I didn’t talk to him because he was sexy. I used to have a girlfriend and I never had in mind that I would do anything with a guy. I just talked to him.



So we laughed, we talked about many things and we had much in comment. This went on until we got on the islands hotel. Its like we were buddies for years. Pretty cool guy. And thats what he called me too.



The hotels rooms were for 4, 3 and 2 people per room. We didn’t know anyone that good so we decided to be in the same room. Only the 2 of us.



When we got to our room,.we got very excited. But not in that way :P . The room was very nice. Nice view, nice bathroom, big, a big tv (for some strange reason) and a dvd player. The 2 beds were separate.



So after getting settled, we took off and went for a drink. It was getting dark anyways and thats what we programmed to do anyway. As a school. Food and drink.



It was fun. We met new people, drunk some beers on the beach and talked a lot. Peter was with me of course. We were getting along very well.



When we went back to the hotel,.we decided to watch a movie before we sleep. The hotel had something similar to a video club where we could rent a movie and watch it at our room. It wasn’t free of course and it didn’t have that many movies as a real video club. But we got one. A horror movie. Don’t remember which one.



So we went to our room. We had the air-conditioning on because it was hot. When we were about to change, Peter said:



-I hope you don’t mind me sleeping in underwear. I don’t wear PJs.



And I said of course not. I sleep with my underwear too.



So we both undressed and srayed in underwear. Each one on his own bed. We were both wearing briefs. He white ones and my light grey.



When the movie was playing, we were still talking a lot,but were also concentrated on the movie. The beds were a bit far from each other. In the movie, there was a dog just like Peters. He told me that. So he grabbed his cellphone and came over my bed to show me. It was like it was the same dog :P . After that he stayed there. I was under the dark brown sheets and he on top of the sheets right next to me. He lied there and we kept watching like this.



I started feeling a bit turned on. Me in underwear under the sheets,and a hamdsome guy in briefs too right on my bed.



At some time he started rubbing his legs as he was cold from the air-conditioning. I told him to get his sheets here on my bed if he liked. And he sayed that ok I will get under these. They are big anyway.



I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Our bear feet and legs were now touching. So were our arms since we were sharing my pillow. I really liked the whole situation.



After a bit, I started falling asleep. I lied my head over his shoulder without taking notice, and closed my eyes.



After a while he got his arm around my head, so I was sleeping almost on his cheast. He was warm.



I don’t remember anything else since I fell asleep.



Next morning when I woke up, he was still sleeping on my bed, with his hands around my weist. He was facing my back.



I got up slowly and started to dress. I woke him up with a light rub on his shoulder. He was very handsome.



The rest of the day went fun as the school has programmed it. I was with Peter the whole day. At the beach, at eating,…. everywhere.



Night came again. We rented a new movie. Thriller again.



After we both took a shower, separate, we started the movie.



We were now wearing both white briefs.



He said:



-Tonight its your turn to come over my bed.



And he smiled. I didn’t say no, so I went there. We had no air-conditioning on that night. Just the balcony window a bit open. So we didn’t get under the sheets.



I went to put the dvd on and after I went to his bed. He was over the blanket in a sitted like position. I sat there and he placed himself behind me. So we were both in a sitted like position, and his thing was actually touching my butt under our briefs. He wasn’t hard. He was soft. So I didn’t think he actually wanted anything more than that. My back was on his chest, and his arms around me. Our legs and feet were touching. I started getting turned on so I placed the blanket barely over my brief so it wouldn’t show.



After a while, he started playing gently with my hair. I liked that a lot. He then started rubbing my shoulders from time to time, slowly going on my chest with both his hand. He was almost rubbing my nipples. I took my one hand and placed it on his leg. I was gently rubbing his leg too.



We weren’t talking and the movie was still playing.



I started to notice that he was getting hard too since he was actually touching me.



He started rubbing my back, and he very very slowly started going his hand down.



When he reached my briefs he stayed there.



I started rubbing his leg again. When I did that, he gently placed his arms inside my briefs, rubbing my butt.



I can say I have a nice ass by the way. At most opinions.



I started having a lot of precum. After a while I realized he wanted to take my briefs off. So I stood my ass a bit so he could. And he did.



He reached for my hole with his finger. I extremely liked it. None had ever touched it. Not even me.



I turned around and stared at him. He lined and kissed me.



He plassed me in doggy style like position and he took his briefs out too. He had extremely lots of precum. He got on top of my back and he started slowly inserting his wet cock inside me. He was very gentle at first. While he was doing me, he also touched my cock with his right hand. Then he started stroking me. Soft and gentle.



After a while he started going faster and stronger. Both on the fucking and my stroking.



When I was about to finish, he finished inside me almost 2 seconds before I finish. It was so amazing.



I told him tomorrow its my turn. He said of course it is! And smiled. We were both sweating so we took a shower again. Then we slept together naked.



The next morning he woke me up rubbing my chest. When I opened my eyes I was hard. Usual morning erection. Peter was too.



He went on top of me. Our cocks were touching. We both started having precum again so our cocks were wet.



He went slowly down and started sucking me. He was so good at it. I told him I wanted to try. So we changed position. I started sucking him. His penis on my mouth made me so excited. I liked it a lot.



After I while he got on top of my cock. I putted my wet cock inside his ass and we started fucking.



Unlike him, I wasn’t gentle. I was rough. But we both liked it.



His ass was soft and nice. After I cummed inside him, he started stroking so he would finish too. And he finished on my chest.



It was even better than last night.



This kept going for the rest 2 days of our school vavation.



When the time to separate came, we exchanged phone numbers, Facebook and Skype.



We are a bit far away from each other now, but we talk everyday. We are planning on meeting again. He said i am the only guy he ever went with and he wants to keep it that way. He is my only guy too and I also want to keep it like that. We have some feelings for each other.



So….that’s my story. And Peters.

Miss O’Rourke was hot, all the boys in the dorm fantasized regularly about her, myself included.



Jamesy had posted a picture of her under her dorm room door wearing just a bra and knickers, in kneeling position and sucking the cock of another member of staff. It was one of many Polaroid’s of her passed around our room. I had previously taken the opportunity to have a wank over the hot image.



It was taken through the window of her room one night while we snuck out of our rooms and ran loose in the dark, boarding school grounds. Curtains were blocking some of the picture but it was clear to see Miss O’Rourke performing oral sex on Mr Dench. Written on the back were the words –



‘Naughty, naughty. This is just one of many. If you don’t want everyone too see the pictures, We want something in return.’



“I think we should get her to shag people in front of us!” Rob said loudly as we all were getting undressed for bed.



“No way! Get her to fuck us all!” Paul laughed.



“Either way, we have to use these pictures to their full potential, this slut obviously knows how to satisfy a man.”



Suddenly Miss O’Rourke burst in. We, all in various stages of undress as light from the corridor pierced the dark room, quickly jumped into our own bunk and looked at the teacher innocently. She was on night watch and as usual, was checking we were all in bed.



“Interrupted something have I?” She asked, pretending not to notice that some of the boys were still half naked as they jumped into their own beds.



There were four boys to a room, 2 bunk beds altogether.



“No miss…” Rob said.



“Right…” she unusually closed the door, darkening the room again. Her outline was visible from the light that came through the small window above the door. She was unsure about how to approach the sensitive subject having heard the conversation from outside the door but didn’t need to go any further before Paul chuckled loudly from under his covers,



“Jamesy said did you get his note, Miss!”



The room was silent, each of us trying desperately to disguise our laughter.



“Hmm…” she began, approaching Rob James’ bed, “What note is this Robert?”



“N…Nothing Miss” he blurted quietly, holding off a fit of giggles.



“It is Miss, he’s got some rude pictures of you Miss!” Paul shouted again.



I then heard what I thought was Miss O’Rourke peeling back the covers and whisper into his ear,



“Look Robert, I need you to give me the pictures. What you saw and photographed was a one off… tell me what you want in return.”



There was a pause,



“I can pay you,” she whispered, “how much do you want?”



“I don’t want your money Miss,” he said innocently.



Another pause.



The sound of soft kissing was all that could be heard and we later found out, she was nibbling away at his neck between whispers,



“Maybe I could give you something else? …something a boy your age…might fantasize about…”



The room was deathly silent, all of us trying desperately to listen to what was happening. I could hear the sound of covers being moved slowly and more kissing noises, over Rob’s increasing breathing.



I looked over to Rob’s bed, the room had been dark for a few minutes now, giving my eyes chance to adjust and make out the outline of Rob lying on his bed with Miss O’Rourke kneeling half way down, her head moving around his crotch area.



“Oh…M…Miss…” Rob whispered between breaths,



“Shh…” she replied softly, “this is what you want isn’t it? You want me to suck…” The rest of the words were inaudible. Rob could be heard breathing ever more heavily, together with a slurping sound. The rest of us in the room knew she must be sucking him off.



My bed was vibrating gently, as if Andy was wanking in the bunk above. I couldn’t blame him; just the thought of what she might be doing to Rob was making me hard.



The slurping continued, getting louder and louder until Rob’s rocking bed creaked quietly,



“M…Miss…” he cut himself off, sounding like he was unable to talk between panting breaths.



“Mmh…mmh…” Miss O’Rourke was breathing hard too, when Rob’s bed suddenly jerked, “Oh…Robert…that’s it…cum in my mouth…mmm…”



Miss sounded like she was swallowing, until the movements slowed down. Her outline moved back to Rob’s head,



“Was that what you want? Did you enjoy having your cock sucked?” she whispered, “now, where’s what I want? Where’s the pictures Robert?”



He took at least 30 seconds to reply, “Under my pillow, Miss.” I could hear some movement as he got out the picture and handed it to her.



“Thank you Robert,” she said, “I expect we can keep this our secret?”



“Yes Miss.”



I saw her get up and begin to walk out,



“Miss,” Rob suddenly burst out,



“Yes Robert?”



“Paul’s got one too Miss!”



Miss took a deep breath and turned around, approaching Paul, who was in the bunk above Rob. She stood in front of him for a while before whispering,



“Is this true, Paul?”



“It is Miss,” Rob giggled.



Paul pretended to be asleep,



“Paul, I know you’re awake, Paul,”



What happened next shocked me more than the first situation. Miss O’Rourke climbed the ladder into Paul’s bed! I could feel Paul’s excitement as her body silhouetted on the white wall next to the bed, her outline moving the covers and lying down next to him.



I could barely hear what she was saying, but it sounded like, “Do you want me naked, Paul? Do you want to feel my flesh?”



According to Paul, Miss O’Rourke then opened her blouse and pulled his hand onto her breasts,



“Feel them…do they feel good?” Paul didn’t answer, “Oh Paul, seems like someone else has answered for you…let’s take him out of these tight boxer shorts shall we?”



Scuffling sounds painted the picture in my head that she was shuffling the cover to get access to Paul’s dick! My hand found its way to my own hard cock and began to stroke it, not making too much noise so I could still hear what was going on.



“Miss…I…think you should know something…”



“What is it, Paul?”



“Every boy in this room has a picture under their pillow…”



“Hmm…” she replied suggestively, “well I’ll have to take them one at a time. How can I get yours Paul?… Do you want me to shag you?…”



Another scuffling could be heard from Paul’s bed until suddenly something dropped in the middle of the room, sounding like a small piece of clothing.



“Touch me… put your hand under my skirt and feel my pussy,” she whispered, “it’s wet for you Paul.”



I was now beating my cock rapidly as I saw her silhouette rise above Paul as she sat on his crotch,



“Oh…Paul…” She started to rock gently. I was so jealous, wishing I could turn on the light and see more on what was happening to my room mate.



“Miss…Ohh…”, Paul blurted, “I’m guna cum Miss,”



“Cum in me Paul! Cum inside my pussy! Cum for me…” The bed was creaking as she bounced on top of Paul, “Oh Paul, I’m so wet…that’s it…that’s it Paul”



Paul was panting heavily, squirming underneath the hot teacher as his orgasm rocked his body. My own was close, I didn’t even have to touch myself and it felt like I was going to cum.



The rocking subsided and Miss O’Rourke began to climb off the bed, collecting her picture on the way.



I could see her walking slowly towards mine and Andy’s bed. Would she fuck us both too? Who would she choose? My heart was pounding, wanting her to get into my bed but nervous of what might happen, I hadn’t had sex many times.



My questions were soon answered as she looked into Andy’s bed,



“So you want me too do you?” she asked him, “Move over…”



I watched her fine legs and peeked under her skirt, only seeing darkness as she climbed into the bunk above mine.



“Oh dear, we’ll have to take these off…sit up” Before getting into bed I had noticed Andy was wearing a T shirt and boxer shorts. I imagined she was taking off his shirt as I heard the bed creak when he sat up. The sound of her pulling down his boxer shorts followed.



I was shaking with a huge mixture of excitement and nerves as I eagerly waited my turn.



“Mmm…oh your so big…does my wet pussy feel nice, Andy?” She had obviously not wanted to wait around and immediately pushed his cock inside her, “Oh Andy, I’m so close…can you give me an orgasm Andy? Has a girl ever had an orgasm on your hard cock?”



“N…No Miss…”



“Kiss me,” she snapped, “kiss your hot teacher, she wants your cum Andy.”



Rob and Paul were silent, obviously wallowing in delight after what had just happened. Murmuring sounds were all that could be heard from above me while the bunk gently rocked.



“Mmm…Oh Andy I’m so close…fuck me Andy, cum inside me…oh Andy, I’m guna cum over your hard prick…push it deep inside me…push it…”



The bed was rocking frantically as Miss O’Rourke let out a sequence of mini screams. Andy was groaning beneath her,



“Oh…ohh…I’m…mmm…” The rhythmic pumping made me wonder if the bed was going to collapse on top of me. Andy was silent, he seemed to be lasting longer than Paul and Rob.



They began to slow as I heard Miss whisper, “You still haven’t came? I came over your hard cock and you still haven’t cum inside me? … Hmm…Maybe I can suck it out of you… would you like that?”



“Mmm…” was his only reply. I was so jealous, he had got to fuck Miss O’Rourke and she was now going to suck him off!



I heard movement until they soon settled, followed by slurping sounds. I stared at the underside of the bunk above me, half wishing I could see through it at her sucking his dick.



They seemed to be taking forever, far longer than the previous 2 boys. My anxiety was making me shake as I waited for my turn. I had stopped touching myself in fear of cumming, but my dick was still rock hard and pointing up to where my teacher was slurping away in bed with my room mate.



“Oh…Oh Miss…I’m guna cum in your mouth…ohh…”



“That’s it…give it to me…mmh…”



The bed suddenly jerked and her slurping sounds got louder, I could feel the vibrations as Andy bucked his hips off the bed.



Soon the atmosphere had relaxed,



“My picture?…” she asked.



Andy handed it over.



My body was in a hot sweat as Miss O’Rourke climbed off the top bunk and peered into mine, I was physically trembling,



“Are you ready for me?” she asked seductively.



“Mm…” was the only answer I could muster, suddenly interrupted as she pulled open my bed cover and jumped into my bed.



Her lips unexpectedly connected with mine, her tongue probing my mouth. She tasted salty as my tongue touched the remnants of semen in her mouth. My cock was stiff beyond belief, almost cutting through my thin boxer shorts.



Miss’ blouse flared open and her breasts connected with my bare chest. I gasped as the incredible flesh on flesh sensation filled my body, her mouth still attached to mine. She reached a hand between us and stroked the waistline of my boxer shorts, teasing a finger inside. I was desperate for her to touch my hard prick but she continued to tease just above.



Her lips covered my neck with soft kisses, working their way down my chest. The feeling of heavy breasts rubbing my boxer covered meat was sensational as she kissed her way down my stomach, long hair trailing above.



Miss’ hands pulled open my elastic waistline and began to touch around my pubic region, I was shivering with excitement, so close to blowing my load right there and then. Lips soon followed and I felt my cock nudging her cold, smooth chin.



Within seconds the head of my hard cock was engulfed by her wet mouth. Sensations took over and I let out a whimper,



“Ohh…Miss O’Rourke…” It sounded feeble, but at the moment I wasn’t concerned with what the rest of the lads in the room thought, this was my time with a sexy, much older, woman and it felt amazing.



My boxers were pulled down to my knees as her nose touched my stomach, the back of her throat twitching as she tried not to gag, forcing my meat down her neck. I put my hands on the back of her head, trying to hold her there, about to burst right there in her throat.



She violently pulled away, “Hey!” she laughed quietly, “you can’t cum yet, I want you inside me.”



Miss O’Rourke slowly kissed her way up my body back to my mouth. I reached down, wanting to feel her wet pussy before she sat on my cock. She paused and took in the sensations while I fingered her before guiding my cock to its final destination.



I moved my hands up and played with her breasts, while my cock submerged inside her wet pussy. I groped them as she gently rocked on my hard prick,



“Oh Danny…I’m so hot…so wet…”



She wasn’t the only one who was massively turned on, my cock was twitching, a river of semen inside, desperate to burst out into her pussy.



“Miss…Miss I’m guna cum soon…” My breathing was heavy, wanting to hold off my orgasm and last as long as Andy had but it was no use, the more I thought about it, the closer my orgasm got.



“Ohh…Mmm…oh…oh” My cock suddenly erupted and I pulled her hips down onto it. She rocked furiously on my exploding meat,



“Fuck me, fuck me Danny! Oh Danny…cum in me…I’m guna…I’m cum…” Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she jerked the cum out of me, riding through a violent orgasm of her own. My cum didn’t seem to stop as her pussy spasmed around my hard cock, clenching and sucking more and more cum from it.



She collapsed on top of me, my cock sliding out of her wet opening as her head rested next to mine and her heaving breasts pressed against my chest.



“That was good Danny, so good…”



Suddenly the light turned on and Rob was stood by the switch, laughing,



“Robert!” she snapped, realising it could have been another member of staff walking in on their situation.



He jumped back into bed, leaving the light on.



“Sorry Miss, couldn’t resist having a peek.”



She dismounted me and for the first time I saw her in her full glory, sporting a fine pair of breasts and a finely shaven pussy. She buttoned up her top quickly and moved to the middle of the room, picking up what I could see to be a very skimpy G string,





“I can’t believe you, Robert,” she said as she turned out the light, seemingly embarrassed by what she had just done.



She quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.



We were left in darkness again. A grin spread across my face as I felt under my pillow and caressed my picture in my hand.

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