Chapter 8: A Taste of my Male Student

He chuckles, and I hear his fly zip open. Oh God, he’s really going to fuck me. My student is really going to fuck me.

Instead I feel a finger – a thumb? – circling around my cunt, dipping in and out, teasing me. I can’t figure out what he’s doing, why he’s teasing me, the bastard, and I almost complain when suddenly that finger snakes up to my asshole.

I gasp in surprise. I’m not sure I trust Danny with my asshole, he’s so young, he can’t have had much experience with that, can he? But I don’t have time to object. He’s pressing his finger around the rim, wet with my own juice, and then he’s pushed his thumb into my ass.

“Spread your legs.” He orders.

And I do.

He’s working his thumb around my asshole now, the way he did with my cunt, stretching it, opening it. I should object, I should tell him he can’t fuck me in the ass, I haven’t prepped, we’re on my desk, but I can’t tell him to stop. I’m mewling like a kitten, and the truth is I want him to do whatever he wants.

“I want your cunt,” he growls. “I want your cunt and your ass at the same time.”

And I feel the tip of something at the entrance to my cunt. It’s too big to be a finger, and I know it’s his cock. I wish I could turn around and see it – I wish I could taste it – but I don’t want to move; I don’t want to wait any longer until he’s inside me.

Instead he works that thumb, round and round, in and out, and it feels so wrong and so good at the same time. Like fucking my student should. It’s almost overwhelming; no one’s been in my ass in months. I’m not sure how much more I can take, I need him to fuck me.

“Please,” I say.

He shoves his thumb in further, and I whimper.

“Please what, Miss Bennett?”

The head of his cock is poised against my cunt, just out of reach. I can’t bear it any longer.

“Please fuck me, Danny! Please!”

I feel the head of his cock push against my cunt, and God, he’s bigger than I thought. He keeps his thumb in my ass, and the head of his cock drags against it, pressing through the thin flesh separating my ass and my cunt, as he pushes into me. Even as wet as I am it takes a moment for him to push all the way in, and when he does I am full, so full. It’s like there’s no more room for anything but Danny’s thumb and cock, the intrusion is so complete; there’s not even any room for thought.

I open my mouth to speak, but I only squeal.

He grips my hip with his free hand and works his own hips in a wide circle, and I almost pass out. Then he’s pulling out, and in my blank state I almost complain, until he slams back into me. He pulls out with his dick and his thumb at the same time, and then rams me with both.

“Fuck!” I scream, and I have to grip the sides of the desk for something to hold onto.

He fucks me wildly, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, my cries, his grunts, filling the classroom. My pussy clenches to his rhythm, not wanting to let him go every time he drives into me.

“Take it, Miss Bennett,” he growls. I can’t help but laugh, it’s so ridiculous, the whole thing, I’m being fucked stupid by my own student, but this only makes him fuck me harder.

Which I love.

His thrusts have pushed me back onto the desk and he’s using his free hand to grip my hip and hold me up. He’s fucking me so hard that the desk is scraping across the room, thrust by thrust, and if possible he’s going in deeper, rougher. His thumb is keeping time, fucking my ass just as good, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.

“You’re gonna come again,” he pants. “Fucking come, Miss Bennett.”

And he lifts my ass up, drilling me so deep that he hits my cervix.

I think I black out. I might have blacked out. The next thing I know everything is fading back into color from a blank whiteness, and my whole body is on pins and needles while wave after wave of pleasure racks through me. My pussy is contracting in time, milking Danny’s dick, and I can’t help how strong I am, how much I clamp down on him. I can hear him grunt in surprise, and he grabs onto me, steadying himself. I’m convulsing now, twitching, and I’m almost scared of what’s happening to me. The pleasure is so intense, but it’s not a release; somehow it’s still building, still growing, still swelling inside me, and I think it’s going to kill me. There’s not room for both me and this feeling, and when it finally pops, Christ, all I can say is that it’s like those videos of nuclear explosions, just wave after concussive wave, leaving nothing in it’s wake. I could be a totally different person when this is done, a blank slate. I might not remember my own name.

I’m jelly now, twitching occasionally, splayed out on my desk like I have no control over my body. I feel Danny pulls both his thumb and his dick out of me, and I just barely manage to lift my head to look back at him – he pumps his cock, holy shit his beautiful, big cock, once, twice, and then he comes, thick ropey shots of come shooting out all over my notes and my bare ass.

It’s a sight to remember.

A short moment later – I can’t believe that eighteen year old recovery, it’s ridiculous – I can hear him opening and closing drawers in my desk. I don’t figure out what he’s doing until I feel him wiping the cheek of my ass, and then I remember that I’ve got tissues around here somewhere. He’s cleaned me off.

I still can’t move. Just bent over the desk, completely worn out.

I feel a hand on my ass, and he squeezes my cheek briefly. I can tell he’s smiling when he bends over me to whisper in my ear.

“Be sure to take good notes.”

And with that he kisses my shoulder, slaps my ass, and leaves a pen on my ruined desk.

Cheeky bastard.

Just like his father.

THE END