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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,517
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Feast for Prying Eyes
Another chapter coming immediately...
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My amazing teacher walked over to lay me on a desk, students scrambling to remove their books to the floor or their laps. I glanced to my left and went crimson as I realized I was effectively being presented to three of my best male friends, as if I were a hog at a banquet. Each was feasting hungrily upon me with their eyes. My waist length blonde hair was probably a mess, tangled and flying every which way. My shirt was unbuttoned and you didn’t have to look to see my nipples dark and erect with passion constrained by the thin lace of my bra. My lips were swollen, my eyes heavy lidded and my chest heaved while my lungs tried to catch up with the rest of my body. I could feel my skirt had risen, exposing myself to the entire class, our teacher buried deep within me.
It was strangely erotic, I knew I was a mess and this was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Now Mr. Garrison had both his hands free, no longer needing to support my weight. His hands swept underneath me, making me push my breasts high in the air as he deftly unclasped my strapless bra and laid it aside, carefully folding it. With that out of the way he proceeded to lazily run the tips of his fingers along my torso, sparing no inch of skin. He traced his fingers around my breasts, gently stroking the underside, causing me to sigh, lost in bliss. He traced tight spirals, slowly working his way to my nipples, making me shudder in ecstasy. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around it then sweeping across my nipple harshly then swirling around it again. He captured my other nipple, repeating his work, leaving me gasping on the table, clenching my legs tighter around his hips trying to thrust up to him but he made sure I couldn’t fuck him.
I was starting to moan in protest of his cruel yet wonderful torture. I was rolling my head from side to side, pulling his head more forcefully into my over-sensitive nipples, begging him to take me. He ignored me as if I weren’t there, continuing his liberal attention on my breasts. I whimpered softly, clenching myself around his cock still buried deep within me. That got his attention.
He crawled atop me on the table and kissed my lips fervently, his tongue sweeping in and out of my mouth, deliberately mimicking what I wanted between my thighs. I squeezed around him tightly again, he gasped and growled in my ear “Be careful what you wish for my sweet.” I didn’t reply, I let my body do the talking and I watched with satisfaction as his mouth formed an ‘O’ as he felt me make my wish.
“You asked for it….” He growled, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled out of me completely and released himself from my legs in one swift movement leaving me pouting on the table, exposed to everyone. He grinned at me making my stomach flip and arousal flare through my body. I was embarrassed that his smile had caused such an effect on me. I lay back, keeping eye contact, and moaned.
“Come back, you feel so good. Please Mr. Garrison, I need you, please.” I was begging, in front of 28 of my friends and I didn’t care.
I squealed as he pulled my arse to the edge of the table, staring at him as if he’d tell me what he was doing if I looked at him hard enough. He lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, grinning wickedly at me. My breath caught in my throat and all I could think was that he had the most spectacular eyes I’d ever seen.
He slammed his cock into me without warning and I cried out, drowning the sound of the tables bashing against each other. He waited only long enough to say, “I warned you Carly.” Then the fun began.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me harshly onto his cock with each thrust. I was panting and gasping for air, trying my hardest to ignore the orgasm preparing to crash over me. He was steady in his thrusting, keeping perfect time and I found room in my pleasure filled brain to admire my teachers’ stamina before I came hard around his cock, crying out in pleasure, almost levitating off the table from the power of my climax.
I expected him to stop as he had last time, ride it out with me then stop. But he kept going, never losing his rhythm and it was only a matter of seconds before I came again, clawing at his shirt and crying “Mister Garrison!!!” through my sobs of ecstasy.
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My amazing teacher walked over to lay me on a desk, students scrambling to remove their books to the floor or their laps. I glanced to my left and went crimson as I realized I was effectively being presented to three of my best male friends, as if I were a hog at a banquet. Each was feasting hungrily upon me with their eyes. My waist length blonde hair was probably a mess, tangled and flying every which way. My shirt was unbuttoned and you didn’t have to look to see my nipples dark and erect with passion constrained by the thin lace of my bra. My lips were swollen, my eyes heavy lidded and my chest heaved while my lungs tried to catch up with the rest of my body. I could feel my skirt had risen, exposing myself to the entire class, our teacher buried deep within me.
It was strangely erotic, I knew I was a mess and this was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me, but I didn’t want it to stop.
Now Mr. Garrison had both his hands free, no longer needing to support my weight. His hands swept underneath me, making me push my breasts high in the air as he deftly unclasped my strapless bra and laid it aside, carefully folding it. With that out of the way he proceeded to lazily run the tips of his fingers along my torso, sparing no inch of skin. He traced his fingers around my breasts, gently stroking the underside, causing me to sigh, lost in bliss. He traced tight spirals, slowly working his way to my nipples, making me shudder in ecstasy. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue around it then sweeping across my nipple harshly then swirling around it again. He captured my other nipple, repeating his work, leaving me gasping on the table, clenching my legs tighter around his hips trying to thrust up to him but he made sure I couldn’t fuck him.
I was starting to moan in protest of his cruel yet wonderful torture. I was rolling my head from side to side, pulling his head more forcefully into my over-sensitive nipples, begging him to take me. He ignored me as if I weren’t there, continuing his liberal attention on my breasts. I whimpered softly, clenching myself around his cock still buried deep within me. That got his attention.
He crawled atop me on the table and kissed my lips fervently, his tongue sweeping in and out of my mouth, deliberately mimicking what I wanted between my thighs. I squeezed around him tightly again, he gasped and growled in my ear “Be careful what you wish for my sweet.” I didn’t reply, I let my body do the talking and I watched with satisfaction as his mouth formed an ‘O’ as he felt me make my wish.
“You asked for it….” He growled, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled out of me completely and released himself from my legs in one swift movement leaving me pouting on the table, exposed to everyone. He grinned at me making my stomach flip and arousal flare through my body. I was embarrassed that his smile had caused such an effect on me. I lay back, keeping eye contact, and moaned.
“Come back, you feel so good. Please Mr. Garrison, I need you, please.” I was begging, in front of 28 of my friends and I didn’t care.
I squealed as he pulled my arse to the edge of the table, staring at him as if he’d tell me what he was doing if I looked at him hard enough. He lifted my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, grinning wickedly at me. My breath caught in my throat and all I could think was that he had the most spectacular eyes I’d ever seen.
He slammed his cock into me without warning and I cried out, drowning the sound of the tables bashing against each other. He waited only long enough to say, “I warned you Carly.” Then the fun began.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me harshly onto his cock with each thrust. I was panting and gasping for air, trying my hardest to ignore the orgasm preparing to crash over me. He was steady in his thrusting, keeping perfect time and I found room in my pleasure filled brain to admire my teachers’ stamina before I came hard around his cock, crying out in pleasure, almost levitating off the table from the power of my climax.
I expected him to stop as he had last time, ride it out with me then stop. But he kept going, never losing his rhythm and it was only a matter of seconds before I came again, clawing at his shirt and crying “Mister Garrison!!!” through my sobs of ecstasy.
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