Just as the hot jet of my seed rocketed down my shaft, pumping, filling her tight hole, a part of my mind heard a door shut in the empty hallway and the click clack of shoes walking down the hall toward my door. “Oh shit Sabrina!” I gasped, pulling out as my cock still thrummed, white ropey jets of cum spurting onto her creamy white thighs and floor. “Get behind my desk, it’s the principal!”
It happened one June when I was living in a small town in Nebraska. Picture an ordinary, small town with one main street, maybe a third of the stores boarded up on either side of a two lane street with literally one stop light in the middle of town. It was June and under blue skies, the temperature was hitting the mid eighties, low nineties daily; brutally hot for a town that was covered in snow an easy seven months out of the year.
My name is Dave, a normal name for a normal man just coming into his mid-forties. I was pretty usual to most people in town. I taught twelfth grade English at the high school that served both the town and the surrounding areas. I stand a normal height, have a full head of dark brown hair with a little gray coming in at the temples that my wife tells me looks distinguished, and as I just said, have a wife and two kids (which I didn’t say), both of whom have spent the past year at the University of Nebraska. Pretty normal guy in a very normal town, living a normal life… until that hot, dry June visited us as we finished the year in our fifty’s vintage brick and mortar school, sans air conditioning.
Normally, I have the mid level writers and lower, but this year for a variety of reasons I got to teach our AP level senior writing class, and I loved it. Finally, I could have real conversations with real people! We spent the year discussing and writing about the merits of various authors in the realm of primarily creative writing, and it was wonderful. Even though my class was packed with twenty-four kids (a lot for Nebraska) we had a great time and as I assigned them their final assignment, I was genuinely sad to see them go.
To finish off the year, I was going to give them free reign; any topic, creative, minimum 500 words, maximum 2000. I told them their goal was to, “knock my socks off”, and maybe I should have been a little more literal, for this is the story of how a young girl in my class, Sabrina, did just that… and a little more.
After having assigned the paper on a Monday, with two weeks to go to the end of the year, I gave my class the usual opportunity to sign up for a time with me after school. The usual kids raised their hands to ask for different days and times, so I was a little surprised when Sabrina raised her hand and asked for my last appointment tomorrow after school. I say I was surprised because Sabrina is one of those quiet, composed kids who does everything at school well. She always showed up, and always knew what was going on though she never volunteered a thing about herself. Her papers were always turned in on time, and met the mark, yet were unspectacular in their solid “normalcy”. I must confess I spent little time thinking about her as I had marked her off as one who would graduate from high school, marry her beau, and spend the rest of her life raising children on her husband’s farm; a typical trajectory for many of the girls in my class. She was cute enough in her unassuming way, and I did enjoy her as pleasant eye candy in her wholesome skirts and blouses, but there were others who drew my attention both mentally and physically. A pleasant, fresh, wall-flower is how I would summarize her.
One of her classmates in particular, Heather, was a knock out. What was especially fun was she knew it and was learning how to use it. It was fun to watch her twist the boys of the school around her finger so I enjoyed my authoritative role that allowed me to stroll casually around the class, hands clasped behind my back as I supposedly looked down on my students and their work. With most kids, I did just that, but with the cuter girls and Heather in particular, especially as Spring came on with a vengeance and the layers of winter outer wear came off in direct correlation to the rising mercury in the thermometer, I paused just long enough to sneak a peak over her shoulder and along the wonderously soft rise of her breasts tucked firmly in the white lace of her bra. I must confess it was a sight that I thought of often during the day and genuinely looked forward to as the time for her afternoon class approached.
Heather wasn’t the only one I would peak at as I grazed around the room. Most of the girls tend to flaunt it a bit as summer break nears and it was always a pleasure to see what they would be wearing when they walked in; a veritable cornucopia for the wandering eye.
The day of Sabrina’s appointment turned out to be another blue sky steamer. By twelve the thermometer was at 87 and slowly rising. I had directed the morning class to open all of the tall wooden windows in the class and I left the door open throughout the day to try to get some air flowing. In the belief that harsh light increased the feeling of heat, I spent most of the bright afternoon hours with the lights in my room turned off creating a shadowed den-like quality to the room. The kids appreciated it and it added a low key feel of good will and quiet to the end of the day. When the day was over, I left the lights off and sat at my desk at the end of the room away from the door waiting for my students. Two came in and had me read their papers through. One was a science fiction piece that I tend to dislike on principle, and the other was a dark piece on family and death by our school’s only goth girl. Neither were very satisfying but I gave the students their feedback and sent them on their way. Leaning back in my chair, I put my loafers on the corner of my desk and idly gazed out at the blue sky as I waited for Sabrina.
She knocked softly on the door and seeing that I was alone, stepped in and closed the door softly behind her. She paused for a minute, her hand on the door as she looked at me, and as though she had gathered courage from the door, stood taller and strode confidently toward me. There was something different from her everyday mouse-like quality in class, and it took me a minute to figure out what it was… it was her blouse. She was wearing a sheer white blouse over a pleated school girl skirt and not only were the top two buttons of her blouse undone, but there was a natural, tight bounce to her breasts that one unfortunately doesn’t see much of anymore, namely, the bounce of braless breasts! To say I was intrigued was to put it mildly.
I slid my feet off my desk and sat a little straighter as she approached my desk, not trusting my third member to stay at ease in the dark intimacy of my classroom. “Hi Sabrina, what do you have for me?” I asked, unconsciously playing the double entendre.
“I wanted to show you my paper Mr. Wilson,” she said as slid the chair in front of my desk closer. “Would you mind giving it a quick read and telling me where it needs more work?” She stood in front of my desk holding a file and after another hesitation, laid it in front of me. “I hope you like it,” she said quietly as she sat in the chair and leaning on her elbows, watched me closely.
I was glad I had taken my feet off my desk for when she leaned toward me, her loose fitting blouse gave me the perfect view of her right tit, right down to the bronze aureole tip of her hard nipple. Pausing for a second and feeling myself blush as I looked up at her face, I saw by her red cheeks she knew what I was looking at, yet she didn’t move. She continued to sit pensively, waiting for me to read her paper.
Clearing my throat, I opened her folder, glad for a chance to avert my gaze from her beautiful little breast and allow the heat to escape from my cheeks. “Let’s see what you have,” I said, my cheeks reddening again as I processed my words.
“I hope you like it,” she said again quietly.
I had a hard time figuring out just what I was reading at first, not only from the sexual tension between us, but the paper itself was a bit odd. It was titled, “A Love Letter”, and though it contained no names, I couldn’t help but think it was addressed to me.
It started out like many letters of unfulfilled love do with phrases like, “I’ve watched you from afar, wondering, wishing you would notice me,” to a vividly graphic de***********ion of what the culmination of this love would be, “…as you run your hands over my breasts, I gasp as you enter me, your love feeding my soul in thick waves of heat…”. It was a page and a half long, and stunned, I sat looking for a moment at the paper when I finished, trying to work up the courage to look at her and not give away either the pulsing hard-on hidden from her by the desk, or the fact that I secretly longed for the recipient of the letter to be me.
“What do you think?” she asked.
Gathering my professionalism about me, I looked up into her eyes, avoiding the still clear view down her blouse and said, “I asked for a fictitious piece and provided you aren’t writing this for a boyfriend, I think this hits the mark. I do have a couple of questions about some of the content, as in do remember who your audience is, but overall I think it’s quite good.”
“Thank you,” she said sitting up in her seat, taking her beautiful breast from view, “and no, I don’t have a boyfriend.” Standing, she slowly walked around to my side of the ancient wood desk and pausing for moment as she stood over me, kneeled beside my chair to face her paper on my desk, her left breast now in plain view at the level of my knees. The clean smell of her hypnotized me as I looked greedily at her tit. “What do you think of this part?” she asked, looking up to catch me in the act of looking down her shirt.
“I think it’s glorious,” I murmured.
Placing her slim cool hand on mine, she turned to me and laid my hand on her breast, the soft silk of her blouse highlighting the firm bud of her nipple beneath my fingers
“Oh, please…” I groaned quietly, looking down on her.
“Shhh…” she whispered as she swiveled my chair to face her with her free hand. “Don’t I feel good Mr. Wilson? Isn’t this what you think of every time you walk by Heather’s chair and look down her shirt?” Raising my hand from her breast to the sensual bud of her mouth, she lightly sucked my finger and then whispered, “It’s what I think of.”
Rising to her feet in front of me, she pulled me by my hands to stand close against her and then she wrapped my hands around her back. “Don’t I feel good rubbing up against you?”
“Oh my god, of course you do Sabrina,” I gasped into her hair. “But…”
“No buts Mr. Wilson,” she said as she started to unbuckle my belt. “I’m eighteen and this is Nebraska. I looked it up, we’re okay,” she continued, unzipping my pants.
As my slacks slipped down my legs to gather at my ankles, she leaned back against the edge of my desk and pulled me by my tie toward her. “Your turn,” is all she had to say.
In a fog of lust, I reached under her pleated skirt and finding her cotton panties, pulled them down her lean thighs to her ankles. “Yes,” she moaned as she slipped one sneaker clad foot out of her panties. I bunched her skirt around her waist and laying her across my desk, slid my underwear down to my knees, freeing my throbbing cock.
Leaning over her across my desk in the dimly lit room, I felt her cool hand guide my member to press into the moist heat between her thighs, and with one long, slow thrust, I sank my thick shaft in her quivering, moaning young body. Stretching her tight, she gasped as I pushed hard into her forcing me to cover her mouth as with a grunt, I jerked my balls against her hard butt cheeks, sliding her higher on my desk.
“You feel so good!” I whispered into her hair, her body trapped under my weight on the desk, her head tucked under my chin. “Yes,” I grunted as I stood on tip toe and drove myself in her again and again, faster and faster, her moans and squeals muffled by my hand.
Tight, hot, smooth, wet, creamy… all de***********ions fed to my clouded brain by my hard, straining cock as I thrust over and over, plumbing the soft depths of Sabrina.
As is true most times you make love to someone new, it takes longer than usual to orgasm. Straining, alternating between driving between her thighs like a jackhammer to the wet slapping sound of my balls against her tight butt and a smooth, longer stroke, using my blunt rod to stir blissfully inside her, my mind experienced bouts of clarity as I fucked her tight body stretched across my desk. From wonder at my good luck, to fear and ensuing abandonment of all my ideals, my mind spun as I breathed deep of her light innocence, all the while driven by her tight grasp on my thrusting rod.
Finally, nearing my climax with a frenzy of hard in and outs, I gasped in her hair, “Sabrina, I’m going to cum!”
Pulling me to her with legs wrapped around my back and her hands clasped behind my head, she murmured under my hand, “Cum inside me! It’s okay.”
In the fog filled daze of animalistic lust, I didn’t question her, but moaned and drove even harder between her thighs. Just as the hot jet of my seed rocketed down my shaft, pumping, filling her tight hole, a part of my mind heard a door shut in the empty hallway and the click clack of shoes walking down the hall toward my door. “Oh shit Sabrina!” I gasped, pulling out as my cock still thrummed, white ropey jets of cum spurting onto her creamy white thighs and floor. “Get behind my desk, it’s the principal!”
Thankfully, Sabrina reacted without hesitation and scooted backward in the foot well below my desk. Straightening my shirt, I sat in my chair, my pants still around my ankles, and tried to look busy doing paperwork.
“Hi Dave!” said my principal as he opened the door and looked around the room. “Still at it, eh? Listen, do you have a minute to talk about a parent?”
“Uh, no Tom, I don’t,” I said uncharacteristically. “I really have to get this paperwork done so I can meet Joanne at six. Do you mind if we talk first thing tomorrow morning?”
As I tried to keep my composure, under my desk I could feel first the cool hand and then the soft tongue of the little minx licking the cum dripping down my dick.
“Sure, Dave, sure. I understand. Just a heads up though, the parents of Sabrina Wilkins want to meet with you about something they found in her journal. Seems the girl has quite the crush on you and they just want to make sure everything is okay. I think they’re a little embarrassed, but want to do the right thing.”
“Thanks Tom, I’ll give them a call and set up a time.”
“Okay Dave. Say hi to Joanne for me,” and fortunately, with that he closed the door and left us alone.
“You’re going to get us killed,” I said rolling back my chair and helping her out by her arms.
“Mmm… I just couldn’t resist,” she giggled. “You seemed to like it.”
“How could I not?” I said with a smile. “But listen, as much as I’d like to continue this, I do have to go. Plus, the janitor is going to be making his rounds soon and he’s not going to stop at the door, so be a good girl and put your panties back on.”
“Also, what’s this about your parents wanting to talk about your journal?” I asked as I stood and squared myself away.
“Oh, I may have obsessed a little over you, but it’s nothing. You’ll like them when you meet them.”
“Okay,” I said as I gave her light kiss on the lips. “If they’re anything like you, I’m sure I’ll love them.”
~Ch. II~
The next day, I had a terrible time staying away from Sabrina in class. She wore a tight tee shirt that hid nothing with a cashmere cardigan to keep her from being sent home to change. Instead of a skirt today, she wore some tight cut-offs and the same tennis shoes as yesterday.
She seemed to pay attention in class, but honestly, I have no idea what I taught or didn’t teach that day. All I could think about was her limber body under mine, her legs spread wide as I drove mercilessly between her legs.
Sixth period was my normal prep and as I sat at my desk, thinking more about fucking Sabrina than anything else, I pulled up her schedule on my computer. As it turned out, she had gym class that period.
Walking down to the gym, I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do until I was there and saw the girls doing their calisthenics before they started their regular class. The gym teacher, Mrs. Ross, was standing by the door so I stepped up to her and asked her if I could have Sabrina for a few minutes… that I needed to go over her paper with her.
Mrs. Ross didn’t seem to care one way or another, but she signaled for Sabrina to come over. “Hi Sabrina,” I said when she came jogging up. “Can you come to my class with me for a few minutes to look over your essay?”
“Uh sure, Mr. Wilson,” she said with a look to Mrs. Ross.
“Go ahead and take your time Sabrina,” she said. “We’ll be on the track when you get back.”
“Thanks Mrs. Ross,” I said and then to Sabrina loud enough for Mrs. Ross to hear, “Come on, this may take a little while.”
I led the way down the hall and instead of staying on the main floor, I turned and walked up the steps. Our building, old as it was, had a small windowed room above the front steps. At one time, it must have been an office with its frosted door glass, but now it just held dusty furniture, some desks, chairs, etc., and was very warm from the sunlight flooding in through the tall windows. No one seemed to use it for anything and I think besides the janitor, I may have been one of the few people in the building to have a key for it.
Unlocking the door, I furtively looked down the hall to see if anyone was watching and whispered to Sabrina, “You’ll like this.”
Leading her quickly into the room, I locked the door behind us.
“Oh, Mr. Wilson, this is great!” she said looking around in the bright sunlight. Standing on tip toe, she leaned over a large desk to look out the front window. Framed in the glow of light, I moved behind her until my erection was placed firmly between her butt cheeks. Sliding my hands under her gym uniform tee shirt, I cupped her breasts in their athletic bra. “Oh, Mr. Wilson,” she said, starting to turn toward me.
“No, no, stay like that,” I whispered. Running my hands along her taught stomach, I hooked the elastic waistband of her shorts and panties and slipped them down her legs and off. Placing them on the desk in front of her, I pulled both her tee shirt and then her sports bra over her head and off. Standing nude before me, looking out from the second floor window over the front lawn of the school and down the street in front, she quivered in anticipation. “God you’re beautiful,” I whispered into her hair as I ran my hands over her.
Unfastening my slacks, I let them drop to my ankles and stepped hard against her, my cock stroking up and down between her cool butt cheeks. Bracing herself on the desk, she raised herself a little, and stooping low, I slid my cock in her wet pussy. Standing, guiding myself home, I lifted her by her hips till her feet were off the floor and corkscrewed her deep onto my pole.
“Yes!” she said loudly.
Lowering her and pressing her hips into the edged of the desk, I warned her she would have to be a little more quiet. “I’m sorry,” she said over her shoulder, “I’ve always been that way.”
Covering her mouth again with one hand while with the other I squeezed her tits, I fucked her hard against the desk. Watching her thin butt slide up and down my groin, I licked my hand and worked my fingers down to her asshole as she ground against me. Placing my middle finger hard against her ribboned hole, I backed off and let her decide. Squirming, bracing herself against the desk she backed into me, forcing my finger into her ass. She moaned even louder so I let go her mouth, pulled her panties from her bunched up shorts and wadded them into her mouth. “There you go, scream away,” I hissed as I forced another finger in her tight ass.
Pulling her to me, I fucked her cunt and ass fingered her, her tits bouncing in the golden glow of sunlight streaming through the windows. on display for anyone outside who happened to look up.
“Oh yes!” I moaned and pushing her back down on the desk, slipped my wet cock out of her pussy and guiding myself with one hand, leaned into the tight rim of her asshole.
Quivering and moaning beneath me, she squealed and at first tried to push me off her when the head of my cock popped into her tight ass, but by holding the panties tightly bunched in her mouth, I not only kept her quiet, but gave myself something to pull against as I drove my cock deep into her ass.
She was unbelievably tight and sexy, thrashing on top of that sunlit desk as I fucked her hard in the ass. I must say, I was unusually brutal with her. Something about the tension, the feel, the display, I’m not sure what it was, but I did her like a freight train, her muffled screams and moans music to my ears.
I know I should have asked her first, but she’s the one who started it, plus, after what may have been minutes, hours, who knows in the fog of sex, she stopped fighting so hard. At one point, I remember holding her bodily in front of me, her feet dangling off the ground as I rammed her from behind and her legs flapping loosely against mine from the slapping of my cock into her ass. Later, I laid her back across the desk on her back, and holding her ankles high, fucked her ass, my cock pushing out her stomach with my thrusts, then her cunt, then her ass and so on.
I must have gone temporarily insane because I really don’t remember it all. I remember the beginning, some snippets in the middle, and the end, when with her ankles on my shoulders, I came like a fire hose deep inside her ass; one hand holding her panties in her mouth, the other squeezing her tit like I was trying to pop a zit. I remember drooling on her like I had been frothing at the mouth.
A little embarrassed, I let her legs down and pulling the panties from her mouth asked, “Are you okay?”
At first she had a stunned, sort of far away look in her eyes, but when they came into focus and found my face, a slow smile came over her and she whispered, “I hope summer never comes Mr. Wilson!”