7 comments/ 91160 views/ 10 favorites Discipline in the Classroom By: anneski My name is Anne, and at the time this all happened I was 18, and was at college. I was doing well, the subjects weren't too demanding, and I was blessed with a good memory, so I was pretty much able to coast through the lectures, and still have a fair bit of time spare for daydreaming. I enjoyed day dreaming! I'd been out with a couple of boys, and done a little kissing, fended off the obligatory fumble for my boobs, that was it though. Yep, I know, 18 and still a virgin! But in my daydreams I'd done so much more. This particular day, I was one of a group having extra tuition for my exams during the lunch hour. The idea was that with the extra coaching we would all get really good grades, and boost the profile of the college. But I resented having to spend my lunch time indoors, listening to tired old lessons that I already knew, when I could be out lazing in the shade under the trees, letting my imagination run wild. And the rest of the group just seemed extra stupid in the heat of the classroom, and I was finding them all so slow that I got frustrated, and shot my mouth off a bit, and the teacher, Mr. Rowe, got angry with me, and told me to report to him after school that night. It was a bit of a shock, as I was NEVER in trouble normally, as I'd always been a "good girl" and teachers were Gods...people to be obeyed.... And Mr. Rowe was usually very quiet, almost serious, and it was something new to see him angry. So, I was sat in the classroom, on my own, listening to all the noises of everyone going home, and I was feeling a bit scared. The school had gone totally silent, and I was starting to fidget nervously, wondering if I'd been forgotten, when the door opened, and in came Mr. Rowe, looking very serious. My heart started beating quickly, and I tried to look suitably repentant, confident of a telling off, but just that. He turned and did something to the door, and then walked across to the desk at the front, and cleared the top of it, putting everything inside. Actually, not quite everything, because he took out something I had never seen before, a whippy looking cane, and put it on the top of the desk. It was an old fashioned desk, higher at the front, sloping downwards to the side where the teacher sat. Like a larger version of the old school desk. He hadn't spoken at all up to this point, and I just sat quietly, wondering what was going to happen. He leant against the front of the desk, and looked at me. He looked for what felt like forever, and I started to get really nervous, and I felt as if I could hardly breathe, I was getting so hot! Finally, he said "So, you don't think you've got anything left to learn then Anne, is that it?" I felt myself getting redder, and hotter, and I squirmed as I said "No! I mean, yes, I know there's more to learn! I never meant that I knew it all, just...well, it's all so slow..." All of a sudden, he was in front of me, eyes boring into mine, and I was shoved back hard into my seat, as he grabbed me by my upper arms and said "So maybe we should just drop you from the exams then? Shall I ring your parents, say you won't be taking any exams, because you know it all now, and don't need to study like the others? Shall I? What do you say Anne? Is that what you want?" I was pretty scared by now, and my stomach was churning. I knew my parents wanted me to do well so I had plenty of options open to me, and would be furious, so I started begging him not to do that, and promising to work properly, and not complain, etc. "How do I know that you will though Anne? You've said that the others are too slow, and you think they ask stupid questions, well, that's not going to change, is it? So, what else is going to change?" I took a deep breath, and, still red-faced, I looked at him and said "I will, I'll do whatever you say, just don't drop me from the exams, please" He turned and went back to his desk, and again leant against the front, looking at me. I just sat there, hardly daring to breathe, staring hard at the desk top in front of me, feeling sick. After a long pause, he said "OK, we'll see. I think, maybe its best if you have individual coaching for a while. Maybe then we can go quickly enough to keep you ... satisfied!" I looked up at him, starting to smile in relief, but something in the way he was looking at me made me think that maybe I wasn't home free yet. "Meanwhile, we have to consider the punishment for your lippiness today, don't we?" While he was talking, he'd picked up the cane, and was running a finger up and down the length of it, almost lovingly, it seemed to me. I must have gasped, or something, because he looked straight across at me and smiled, a cruel looking smile, and said "Oh yes, I find a little bit of pain aids the concentration wonderfully well, what do you think?" I couldn't think of anything to say. I know I must have looked a sight, with my mouth hanging open, and my eyes wide with fear now, and scarlet face... I came to my senses a little, closed my mouth and chewed on my lower lip for a minute. I was trying to think, and wondering if he meant it, and all I could think was that I HAD to do what he said, because he was the teacher, and I needed to take my exams, and I just couldn't think any further, my mind was a whirl! "Well?? Are you coming up to take your punishment, or am I calling your parents? This is YOUR choice Anne, you got yourself into this, and I suggest you decide quickly which way this goes now. DECIDE!" I shot up, pulling at my skirt, which suddenly felt far too short, and wishing that the earth would swallow me. As I walked towards him, I wondered how much it would hurt, and whether I would cry, or scream, and - horrors! - What if it hurt so much that I wet myself? This was not a good time to have an over-active imagination, like mine! I licked my lips nervously, and swallowed, and I tried to hold my head up and look him in the eye, but I was too nervous, and I had to look away. It seemed an eternity till I reached his desk. He stood there, smiling, and pulled the chair to one side. "Right, come around here, and I want you to lean forward over the desk, putting your legs against the inside of the desk's legs, and grabbing hold of the legs on the other side" I tried to do as he said, but it was quite difficult, as the desk sloped quite steeply, and I had to really stretch to get anything approaching comfortable, but it meant my boobs had to clear the edge of the desk, or they were painfully squashed underneath me. And I didn't like the way I had to spread my legs, as my skirt felt as if it was even shorter, and I was sure my knickers were nearly on view. "Stop fidgeting and just stay in that position until I say otherwise" he said, in a voice much harder than I was used to hearing from him. I wished he would hurry up and get it over with. Then, the lights started going off, and I wondered why he was doing that. Soon the only light left on was the one above the blackboard, behind me, and the rest of the room was in darkness. The only thing I could think of to be glad about was that this room had no windows and no glass in the doors. At least no-one could see my humiliation. Not, that there was anyone left in the school anyway, by the sound of it. I jumped when I suddenly felt a hand on my lower back and another on the back of my neck. "That's quite nice, now just stay like that. Comfy, are we?" I closed my eyes, and felt myself blush as I replied "Yes Sir" "Good. Ah, now, this'll have to go..." and to my horror I felt my skirt pulled up! "I don't want anything stopping you feeling the full effect of my friend, so..." and my knickers were pulled up tight between my bottom cheeks, like a thong. I wanted to scream, and run away, and then I'm sure my heart stopped, as his hand brushed against my pussy, and my knickers were shoved in tight there too! That was too much, and with a shriek I started to stand up. But I was slammed back down onto the desk by a hard shove on the back, and then there was a warm weight on me, and I felt hot breath on my neck, and Mr. Rowe was stood between my legs, laying on me, holding me down. "So, changing your mind are you? What's your parents' phone number?" I felt tears squeezing out from my tightly shut eyes, and I stifled a sob, as I whispered "No, I'm sorry, I'll stay still, I promise. PLEASE don't call my parents" There was silence for a while. It was long enough for me to start to sweat with the strong warmth of him against my back, and for the feeling of him pressed against my bottom and my now slightly exposed pussy, to start to make me feel very odd, and I began to wish he would press harder against me....It was very disturbing, and my breathing became much quicker, and I suddenly realised I was wriggling, and pushing back towards him! I froze, hoping he hadn't noticed. "Seems like maybe you do know more than I'd thought" came the voice in my ear. Suddenly the weight was gone, and I'd barely had time to draw breath, when there was an almighty stinging pain across my bare ass. "Oww, Christ!" and before I could move the hand was on the back of my neck again, pressing me down. "Stay there, and don't you dare move! You've promised to take your punishment, I expect you to honour that promise. And you're not a baby, so stop sniveling!" I grabbed hold of the legs of the desk more tightly, and shut my eyes harder. I braced my legs against the desk, and tried to shut out the pain, and the swishing of the cane as it fell. But it was impossible. He seemed to be deliberately taking his time, allowing me to feel each blow to the full. He would send one against first one cheek, then the other, and then there would be a lighter, stinging blow to the top of my thighs, making me jump and bite my lip. Then there'd be full length ones across both cheeks, now straight, now at an angle. I tried to imagine what the pattern of red wheals would look like, and wondered if I'd be able to sit down. Then, I felt a hand on my poor hot botty, stroking it, and kneading it. I held my breath, wondering what was to come. I soon found out. I shrieked as the hand left, and then returned at speed, catching me a resounding crack across the already tender right cheek. "Shhh...Nearly done..." whispered the voice from behind me. And the other cheek was slapped hard. The shock from these blows was somehow different, and I don't know when the realisation dawned, but I realised I was enjoying the blows. I felt ashamed, but that didn't stop the feelings washing over me. I started to arch my back, as much as I could in my position, and I couldn't stop the little moans, and sighs that I gave whenever his hand made contact. He started to squeeze my cheek after a blow had landed, or stroke the hand down a little way after the slap. And I felt an itching starting in my pussy, the like of which I'd never felt before. It got more intense, and I started to wriggle against the knickers that were pressed against me, until I thought I would go mad with the irritation. I was bucking my hips down, in an attempt to rub the material against the itch, when I suddenly realised the spanking had stopped. I was horrified! I just stayed there, legs open, eyes shut, not daring to breathe, praying that Mr. Rowe hadn't noticed my lewd behaviour. "I think that's enough, for now" he said. "Let me just put this straight..." and I felt him pulling my pants out from between my presumably glowing bum cheeks. He put his finger under them, and ran it all the way down to the front, and the feeling of it brushing against my pussy lips made my legs wobble, and I felt sure I was going to wee myself! "Oh, what's this? Anne, you've got wet knickers! Oh dear, you liked that did you? Does your boyfriend spank you before he fucks you? Is that how he makes you come?" And all the time, his finger was pressed against me, making me want to rub myself against it. "I don't have a boyfriend, and I haven't ever been fucked!" said a voice, which I barely recognised as mine; it sounded so... strained. "But you liked this?" he queried, and I felt another finger slide under my knickers, and he started stroking them up and down my lips, the knuckles just probing between them, rubbing my tender insides, up and down, slipping easily through the wetness there. "Oh God yes" I whispered, unwilling to admit it, but desperate for him not to stop. "Yes, I did, I'm sorry Sir." A deep chuckle. "Maybe I should let you off this time. Although, it's hardly a punishment if you enjoy it, is it? What else should you do to make up for your behaviour, do you think?" he asked, in a softer voice than I'd heard him use all night. I didn't know what to say, so just stuttered that I didn't know. Meanwhile, his whole hand had crept into my panties, and he was stroking me gently, and probing lightly between the lips, which were all puffed out, allowing him such easy access. One finger found my clitty, and I gasped at the thrill that ripped through me, and pushed hard back onto his finger. All of a sudden his hand was gone, and before I could stop myself I cried out in dismay, but then I felt him standing between my legs again, and my pants were being peeled downwards. "Come on; let's have these out of the way, shall we? I am going to have to give you a little bit of attention, I think, and then we can talk about what you should do for me, by way of a proper apology...." I didn't have time to wonder what he meant, as my knickers were down around my ankles now, so I stepped out of them, feeling a little scared, and very shy, but wanting so much for him to touch me again. "I think we should let you be a bit more comfortable for this, so stand up and turn around, and lets see if your bottom will let you sit on it" he said, and I slowly eased myself off the desk, finding that as well as being a little stiff across the back, I was very reluctant to face him now, nervous as I was, and with no knickers, and it being so very obvious that I was desperate for him to touch me, down there, where I had never been touched before. What could he think of me? That I was some sex-mad slut that did this all the time? He must, surely, and I couldn't bear to think of him seeing me that way, but what else could he think, given the way I so obviously wanted him to carry on? So, it was only slowly that I turned around, and with my face flushed, and looking at the ground. "What's the matter Anne?" came the soft voice, and his hand was under my chin, tipping my head up, making me look at him. I closed my eyes, and shook my head a little, "Nothing, it's just..." Just what? What could I say? Dear Sir, I'm a silly scared little virgin, but please don't stop or I think I'll die? Oh, and please don't laugh at me, and send me away, because that would kill me too? Hardly! "Do you want me to stop doing this?" and his hand was back between my legs, stroking gently, but insistently, and now a finger was searching for something, and then, making me gasp and my eyes fly open, was up inside me a little way, and I had to grab hold of his shoulders, or I'm sure my legs would have given way, and dumped me in a heap on the floor! Muscles I never knew I had were gripping tightly onto his finger, as he worked it in and out, only a little way, but enough to have me babbling frantically to him, telling him all the things that a second ago I would rather have died than say, about being a virgin, and please don't stop, but please don't hurt me, oh but PLEASE don't stop!! His free hand went to my hair, stroking it, and pressing my head against his shoulder "Shh, I know, it's alright, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Relax, I'm not judging you, I know it's all new, and scary, but I promise you if you trust me, you'll enjoy it.." his voice was soothing, and I somehow felt safe, and warm, and I snuggled closer to him, breathing in the smell of him, and even daring to let one hand slide from his shoulder, across and down his back, revelling in the feel of the strength of him, the heat of him, through his crisp shirt. And all the time, his finger was just inside me, moving slowly in and out, just a little way, but driving me wild, and I started to push down onto it, wanting to feel more, no longer caring whether it hurt, I just wanted to feel that finger all the way in me! "Ah no, not yet, I've got something much better to take care of that later" he murmured, as his hand left me, and I groaned in frustration. My hair was grabbed, and my head yanked back, and then his lips were on mine, stifling any further protests. Hot and insistent they crushed mine against my teeth, till I opened my mouth, and I felt his tongue darting in, flicking over my tongue, and then pulling back a little, and running over my lips, then darting back into my mouth. I couldn't help but respond, pressing hard back against his mouth, tasting his lips and tongue with my own, whimpering with pleasure. I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked it, hard, and then as he started to draw back, I drew his bottom lip into my mouth, and sucked that. "Oh, you like to suck, do you? Do you want something else to suck on baby? I can give you something you'll really enjoy sucking, but first, let's just see..." His fingers were briefly in my wet pussy again, two of them, stroking along the length of my lips, inside, all wet and slippery, then they were gone again, and his lips were back on mine, my head still pulled back. I opened my mouth to his kisses, and then his mouth was gone, and something long and hard was in my mouth, and his breath was hot in my ear, as he commanded "Suck hard, Anne, come on, show me what you can do! Wrap those lips around my fingers and suck them dry! DO IT!!" I nearly choked as I realised he had his fingers, the same fingers that had been teasing my soaking wet cunt into its present wanton state, in my mouth!! All wet from my juices! I gagged, and tried to pull my head away, but he just forced his fingers deeper into my mouth, and held my hair in a grip of iron, so I couldn't escape. "No you don't, you do as I tell you!" he said, "Think of it as a steep learning curve, and I'm sure I'm going fast enough to keep you busy! Now suck my fingers, or am I going to have to show you what a real hard lesson can feel like? There will be no promises not to hurt you then, trust me on this Anne." He was using his hard voice again, and his fingers were fucking my mouth as he spoke, the same way one had fucked my cunt a little earlier, but this was rough, and it seemed my feelings were of no importance, it was just my obedience that was required. So I sucked, reluctantly, and not without a few retches. The taste was unusual, to say the least. I had heard it described as "musky" before, without knowing really what that meant. (Hey, I might have been a virgin, but I did read about sex, y'know!!") Well, now I was getting first hand experience of what it meant. Once I had accepted the fact that there was no way around it, and had managed to ignore the fact that this was my pussy juice I was tasting, it wasn't actually too bad. And the fingers filling my mouth were strangely exciting, and I began to suck in earnest, and then I started to run my tongue around them, feeling their strength, and all the little changes of skin texture. I forced my tongue in-between them, caressing their lengths, even daring to graze them with my teeth, then becoming bolder, wrapping my lips tightly around them I started to move my head backwards and forwards myself, flicking at them with my tongue as I did so. I even dared open my eyes, and look up at him, seeking his approval. He smiled as he caught me looking at him, and nodded slowly "That's a very good girl, I think that'll do for now. There will be more lessons in sucking later! Have you ever seen a man's cock?" Discipline in the Classroom He took his fingers from my mouth, and looked at me inquiringly. I shivered a little, and said no, not outside of books, anyway. "Well, let's remedy that then shall we? Come and sit down here in the chair for a minute" I lowered myself gently onto the chair, suddenly reminded of my sore bottom! I was also acutely aware of how hot I was, and how wet in certain areas... "I think it's about time you took your blouse off. If I am going to let you see my prick, then I want to see your breasts. Sound fair?" He asked, his voice, setting my heart pounding again. I nodded, and blushed, but started to undo my blouse. I shrugged it off my shoulders, and sat waiting, wondering whether to take off my bra, or would that seem too eager? "And the bra, take it off, let me see you" Well, there was my answer. I undid the clip, peeled off the lacy thing, and dropped it on the floor. I closed my eyes, and held my breath. I heard him walk towards me, and felt him kneel down, and push my knees apart. "Oh Anne, what lovely big boobs you have! Why have you got your eyes closed? Open them, look at me!" I opened my eyes, and saw Mr. Rowe knelt between my legs, no shirt, just gorgeous bare chest, with a coating of fine hairs across it. He was quite tanned, and looked strong, and I wanted to touch him so badly, that my hand had reached out before I could even think about it. He caught my wrist, and laughed a little. "Oh no, me first!" And with that he leant forwards, and his mouth was on one breast, while his hand was on the other. I caught my breath, and leaned back slightly, enjoying the feel of him on my body. His hand was squeezing and stroking my breast, then his finger and thumb were on my tender nipple, squeezing that, in short, hard bursts, pulling at it, stretching it, whilst all the time it was growing, getting harder, and more sensitive, till I could hardly stand it. Meanwhile his hot mouth was wrapped around the front of my other boob, that nipple also hard and stiff, and his tongue was teasing it, flicking quickly across the end, then sweeping lazily all around the sensitive outside. Then he started to suck, and I couldn't hold back the scream of pleasure, as he drew my nipple deep into his mouth, sucking hard, then released it, and nibbled at it gently with his teeth. Then I was thrusting my chest forwards, and wriggling in my seat, I had my hands buried in his hair, and was begging with him not to stop, pleading with him to make me come, promising to do whatever he wanted - I couldn't help myself, and I certainly couldn't stop. My world was just about what he was doing to me, and the feelings that were raging in me. The sensations that I had never imagined could be so intense were blocking any feelings of shyness, or fear, I wanted more, I wanted him to fuck me, to make me come, to do whatever he wanted, and I was going to be a willing partner in whatever came next.. What came next was him letting go of my swollen boobs, and standing up, grabbing my wrists and pulling me to the edge of the seat. "Take a good look at what you've done to me, Anne, what do you think you should do about this?" I looked, and gasped. There was this huge, hard cock, just inches away from my face. I gazed, fascinated by the size of it, and the way it stuck out so straight, and stiff. The end of it was big and round, and was slick with its own wetness. The underneath had a long bulging line running all the way down it, to the base, and it seemed to be throbbing. I couldn't tear my gaze away, and I reached out and ran a tentative finger along the side of it. It was amazing! The skin itself was soft and silky smooth but underneath that was rock hard, and hot as hell. "Now, let me feel you suck on this a little, come on, just like you did to my fingers." I gulped, wondering how it was going to fit, but I dutifully opened my mouth, and leant forwards to take as much as I could. It felt so strange, and I wondered if my jaw was going to dislocate, as I kept drawing more thick cock into my mouth, till I thought I was going to choke. "Oh Christ yes, oh baby, just hold it there a minute, get used to feeling me in your mouth, let yourself just feel the thickness of my cock, the way it tastes, the feeling of the head at the top of your throat... and the way it moves.." With his last words, he began to move slowly back and forth, and I felt his cock sliding over my tongue, first leaving, then returning, nudging the back of my mouth, threatening to fill my throat too, and then retreating again, only to return, more insistently than before. I pushed my hands against his thighs, trying to hold him back, but he had his hands in my hair, twisted into handfuls of it, and he pushed my head down firmly onto his dick, burying it even deeper in my throat. I sucked frantically, and swallowed, and sucked, in an effort to keep from choking. Instinct kicked in, and I half rose from the chair, and shoved it hard away from me, then sank to my knees at his feet, as if worshipping at the temple of his cock! "Oh good girl, initiative, that's what I like to see!" he whispered, as the new upturned angle of my face gave him easier access to my willing mouth and throat. I sucked and licked at his cock with more confidence now, my tongue following the long ridge up the underside, then lapping at the head, the tip even darting quickly into the hole at the end, then running lightly down the sides of his now throbbing prick. I even let it come all the way out of my mouth, and ran my lips and teeth along the length of it, nipping gently at the hardness of it, and then kissing it gently, as if in apology, always returning to wrap my lips firmly around it, and suck it back into the hot, soft wetness of my mouth. "Play with my balls now, gently, c'mon, I can't take too much more of this!" His voice had sounded choked, and urgent, so I reached up my hands, and did as I was bade. I could hardly believe that this was me, on my knees, with Mr. Rowe's big hard cock fucking my mouth, and me stroking his balls. They were big too, and covered in a fine, downy hair, and they felt a lot cooler than his shaft. I stroked them lightly with a forefinger, and then I cradled them in my hands, cupping them, and very gently squeezing them. As I did so, he groaned, and started to thrust himself more quickly, and deeply, into my mouth. I could barely keep pace with his pounding, and my jaw was aching, but I straightened my neck, and did my best not to choke. I was enjoying this strange experience, and it was getting easier to take with every stroke, and his rod was getting further each time. Pretty soon, I had to move one hand, to get it out of the way of his balls, which were all but hitting me on the chin. I moved my hand around to his ass, and it gave me a thrill to feel his muscles, as he pounded away at my face. My other hand was still cradling his nuts, when all of a sudden I felt them move upwards, and before I had time to wonder what was happening he groaned and started swearing, and my head was pulled onto his cock so hard it hurt, and I felt his cock swelling deep in my throat, and then there was a gushing of hot wetness, and I had to swallow quickly, again and again, and still it kept coming. Oh my God, he was coming in my mouth! Or, to be more accurate, down my throat! I had never ever imagined letting a man do this to me, but it was strangely erotic, and I found myself with both hands on his ass, nails digging in, sucking and swallowing for all I was worth, and with my pussy throbbing and longing to be touched, and my breasts aching for the same.. I swallowed for an eternity before he was done, before he let go of my hair, and pulled his cock from my mouth, leaving it feeling strangely empty, and bereft. I knelt before him still, not knowing what to do, or say. I looked at his cock, and it didn't seem to have got any smaller, or softer. I thought once they'd come that was it? It didn't seem to be the case here, and I was glad. I was afraid that now he had come, that would be it, time to go home and forget all this ever happened, and I knew that I didn't want that to happen. So I knelt there, filled with desire and longings I couldn't begin to put a name to, and waited. "I think we can say that if you ever have an oral exam, you'll pass" came his voice. I looked up, and smiled, glad to have pleased him. He reached down his hands, and pulled me to my feet. "Now, hop up on the desk, and let me get this chair a minute. It's time for you to have a little more fun" "Oh I had fun!" I giggled, as he brought the chair back over to the desk, and I perched myself gingerly up on it, pulling my skirt (still there!) down over my bottom as I did so. "Did you enjoy that?" he quizzed, looking straight at me, holding my gaze, and making me blush slightly again, as I answered him truthfully, "Yes." "Well, that's even better then. But I doubt you enjoyed it as much as I did, now this, however, you might!" He drew the chair up to the edge of the desk, so his body was between my legs. Then he had me lie down, and wriggle forwards, so my bum was on the very bottom edge of the desk, and he made me put my legs up on the arms of his chair with my knees bent. This was making me embarrassed again, with my pussy gaping wide open and oozing right in front of him! He certainly didn't seem worried by my blushes though, and was looking intently at my pussy, running his hands lightly up and down the inside of my thighs, making me feel even more vulnerable. So, I laid back, closed my eyes, and tried to relax. No chance! The next thing I felt were his hands, down between my thighs, easing my lips even further apart. Splitting me wide open, letting me feel the warmth of his breath on my inflamed flesh. Something hot, and wet, stroked lightly over my clitoris, and I shuddered and jerked where I lay. Again, and again, I felt it, and I knew that it was his tongue. I had to drop my arms over the side of the desk, as I had done earlier during the punishment, and grab hold of the legs, or I would surely have grabbed him, and begged him to either stop now, or never stop and I don't know which! I had never felt those feelings before, it was like an electric shock up through the very core of my being, and I wasn't sure whether I was going to cry, or scream, or die of pleasure. Meanwhile he seemed to have grown more hands, for as well as holding me open, there was a finger probing gently into my tight little hole, just an inch or so, pushing in, then in a little further, and then jiggling in and out, quickly, and I could feel myself gripping it, willing it deeper. I started to buck my hips up towards it, and I was whimpering, and licking my lips, and gripping the desk legs so hard... Then the tongue moved, and I felt his hot mouth covering my mound, sucking my clit, and tonguing it too, and then his finger was gone, and both his hands were wrapped around the tops of my legs, fingers digging into my inner thighs, as he sucked on me, drawing my clit out, making me shriek, and cry, and still he sucked.. I could hardly breathe now, and I was lifting my ass right off the desk, shoving my pussy up hard, and I barely knew what I was doing, or saying, but I could feel that something big was coming, my pussy was starting to twitch, as the muscles contracted, wanting something to squeeze, and I was panting hard, and then all of a sudden there was an explosion of sensations, and I screamed, and tried to sit up and grab hold of him, but he pulled my legs forwards, and I fell back, crying, and my pussy was on fire, pulsating, and he never once stopped sucking as I shook, and cried and the feelings continued to flood over me, making me writhe and tremble, and pray for it to never end. Slowly, slowly, the sensations lessened, and I stopped shaking, and my crying eased. Slowly too, he eased his sucking, and I was able to bear the more gentle lapping of his tongue, and then warmth flooded through me, and the throbbing subsided, and I felt gentle kisses on my poor tender pussy, and my thighs, and I was able to breathe again. I jumped a little and roused myself out of my dazed reverie when I felt something wiping me gently between my still wide thighs. I opened my eyes and sat up a little, to see Mr. Rowe smiling at me. I thought he looked like a God, and I must be in heaven! "Good?" he asked, still smiling, still wiping. "Oh God, good isn't an adequate word, I never knew I could feel like that." I said, remembering the way he had made me scream and writhe. I jumped again, gasping and biting my lip, as the cloth tickled my asshole, and I cringed with shame as his eyes lit up, and he chuckled, and said "Ooh, somewhere else to explore another time!" But I confess to feeling a surge of joy at the words "another time"! Then he was pulling me off the desk, and I was in his arms, and he was kissing me again, such tender kisses that I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his back, stroking him, and forgetting the world outside of the two of us. He murmured into my ear, "It's time, Anne. I promise you this will be as good for you, as it is for me. You are going to come with me inside you, and nothing can compare with coming while you're fucking." I looked at him, eyes wide, and my stomach started doing cartwheels. I was going to be fucked! Right now, right here, I was losing my virginity! This was it. I was trembling as he pulled me down onto the floor. I found myself thinking how grateful I was for the carpeted area around the teacher's desk! Even while I was thinking this ludicrous thought, I could feel myself growing damp again, and also a little tense. Then I was on my back, Mr. Rowe on top of me, between my widely stretched legs. I could feel his hardness nudging me, and I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It's ok, relax, we've all the time in the world" he breathed, kissing my eyelids, my cheeks, my throat and finally my lips. My heart was pounding, and I was feeling the by now familiar itching in my pussy. I kissed him back fervently, and spread my legs still wider, wiggling my hips a little, overcome with an intense desire to finally feel him inside me. He raised himself a little, and took one breast in his mouth, sucking hard, and then releasing it with a grazing of his teeth on the nipple. "Ahh" I gasped, arching my back up towards him The other breast received the same treatment, and I reached down to his hips, grabbing at him, and trying to pull him into me. "Do you want me now, are you ready?" he asked, staring down at me. "Oh yes, please, take me now, I need to feel you" I whispered urgently, gazing up into his eyes, ready to beg if needs be, the desire for him was now so urgent. I felt the head of his cock push into me, it seemed very hard, and big, but it slipped easily between my lips and into the wet hole there. I stayed very still, not daring to move, whilst more of his cock filled me. Then there was a pause, and I had time to think how full I was feeling. The walls of my tunnel were being stretched far apart, and I couldn't clench my muscles as they were already gripping tightly the rod of iron that was partially inside me. I could feel his cock pushing again, gently forwards, but it didn't seem to be getting anywhere, and I wondered if I was full, if there was no more room for this huge weapon. Then, he pulled back a little, and with a grunt of effort thrust hard forwards. A short yelp burst from me, as I felt a stinging pain inside me, but then it was over, and I was gasping in delight as he buried his cock right up to the hilt in my no longer virgin pussy! He lay still on me for a while, just kissing me, and teasing my breasts, making me beg him to stop as I was sure I couldn't take any more, whilst all the time his huge prick was buried deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, making me delirious with excitement by just being inside me. Then, as my pussy became accustomed to the presence of his cock, he started to move. Just a little at first, slowly, giving me time to enjoy the new sensations, and to start to respond to his thrusts, matching my movements to his. Then, as I started to move more wildly, he started to thrust a lot harder, drawing nearly out of me, then slamming back in, making me squeal, and also making me wrap my legs around him, hugging him closer. I could feel my climax building again, and I bucked my hips up harder to meet his thrusts, whimpering in eager anticipation. His breathing was as ragged as mine, and we were both sweating, his thrusts became more urgent, and I felt a familiar fluttering in my pussy, and I had an uncontrollable urge to suck something, so I leant forward and bit deeply into his shoulder, sucking and biting, whilst digging my nails into his back, raking them down the length of him.. The result was dramatic. "Oh Christ yes, I am going to fuck you so hard you little bitch, that you'll be begging me to stop before I split you open!" He hissed. And now he was laying his full weight on me, grinding his pelvis into mine, rubbing himself hard against my pussy, driving me mad with the friction on my clitty, and the hardness of him filling me to the limit, stretching me, pounding into me. He bent his head and bit my shoulder, and I screamed and arched my hips up against him, as I came, and came again, thrashing madly beneath him, my pussy muscles gripping his cock, spasming madly, wave after wave of exquisite sensation flooding over me. And he was right, the feelings were so intense, I could barely cope with them. I remember sobbing, and whimpering, and kissing his face and neck all over, whilst begging him not to stop, and still the orgasm kept coming, till I was breathless, and just as I thought I couldn't take any more he straightened up and put both hands on my shoulders, pressing me hard into the floor, and then, staring deep into my eyes, he lunged forward even deeper into me, making me cry out at the force of it, and I felt him come, pumping his hot spunk into me, deep into the very centre of me, and I felt the heat of it, flooding me, filling my pussy and stinging a little, but making me feel so complete in a way I couldn't begin to imagine before this day. His eyes were still boring into mine, and he moved one hand to my throat, shifting his weight a little, just a little, so that he was pressing on it slightly. My eyes widened, slightly alarmed but feeling incredibly turned on, and I wrapped my legs tighter round his back, and to my disbelief I came again, all the time our eyes were locked, and I'm sure he was still filling me with his hot fluid. Suddenly it was all too much, and I was sobbing, and shaking, and in a second he was holding my face in his hands, kissing me, and stroking my face, and saying "Shhh, that's alright, let it go, the first time can be hard, I know. But you were so lovely, and tell me the truth now; did you enjoy it like I promised?" I looked up at him, and smiled through my tears. "Oh Christ yes, how could I not? It was... amazing!" He smiled down at me, and stroked my hair. I lay there, luxuriating in the warmth radiating from his body, and basking in the glow from the heat of my new found sexuality. One thing was for sure, my attention wouldn't wander during the individual coaching!