2 comments/ 86836 views/ 44 favorites Father Mallory's School Girl By: Lola138 Father Mallory closed his eyes to escape the trigonometry papers he was grading. He stretched his neck out the window. He watched the students leaving campus for the day. It was a late October afternoon. Even though the foliage was on the decline, the temperature was in the mid-60s. He watched some of the girls roll their knee length skirts up to their upper thigh, at the same time unbuttoning the white seashell buttons on their dress shirts, doing their best to reveal cleavage. Some lit cigarettes and kissed their boyfriends on the mouth. Father Mallory smiled to himself. No matter what school or parish he was teaching, teenage girls were always the same. He arched his neck hoping to see someone in particular. Tess Beign. She walked alone with her school uniform still intact and abiding to the dress code. Putting one brown penny loafer in front of the other, she shuffled across the sidewalk beneath Father Mallory's window. She gripped her school books so closely to her chest that the tops of her breast bounced up and down in an untamed counterclockwise motion. Tess Beign was a student in Father Mallory's calculus class at Trinity High School. She had just turned eighteen. She was also the worst temptation he had ever resisted in his pious life. She caused a moral warfare between Father Mallory's soul and loins. She was undoubtedly beautiful with long chestnut brown hair that complemented her moon pale white skin. She also had enormously large brown doe eyes, surrounded by long naturally tinted purple eyelashes. Her lips were large and full, but peculiar in the sense that they lacked any pinkish tint. She was average height, maybe 5' 6". Her arms and legs were skinny. From what Father Mallory could tell, she didn't have much of an ass or hips either, but her breasts were massive. She reminded him of a frail rabbit with huge heaving breasts. She wasn't the first attractive girl or woman that Father Mallory encountered. But something about her put him in a sexual frenzy. Maybe it was her personality. She was sweet. She was a good student. She laughed at his jokes. She appeared naïve mixed with an unrefined aloofness surrounding her own sexuality and physical perfection. Her background was tragic. Her mother died in childbirth. Her elderly grandparents saved her from a life of poverty with her alcoholic father. She had lived with them since she was an infant. But again, just like she wasn't the only attractive girl Father Mallory encountered, she wasn't the only pitiful soul either. No list of personal attributes, any large rack, clear complexion, or whiteness of teeth could tangibly rationalize Father Mallory's overwhelming desire for Tess. Her presence afflicted all of his body systems. His stomach filled with gastric juices. His voice would choke and hide, seeking refuge below his larynx. His heart pounded like a turbine. His whole nervous system was ionized like the air before an electrical storm. Beads of sweat poured down his neck. His skin wished to be on top of hers. And lastly, his manhood, which betrayed him worst of all. His loins wished to explore her body with a conviction that would match Marco Polo or Christopher Columbus. Her body was the ultimate gold mine. His penis was constantly flowing with blood when she was around. He was always hard for her. He found himself starring at her while he lectured class completely in awe of her beauty. He lost his train of thought as his penis shot electric volts all through him. His eyes coveted her in class, wishing for eye contact, praying for a nude lipped smile and pleading for a bra outline. Father Mallory watched out the window until he could no longer see her insight. He looked down at his stack of papers to grade. He concentrated on the hand drawn triangles, trying to stop the stirring in his pants. He was swollen for her. He took a sip of his coffee and gathered his papers to go home. She frequented his nights when he slept on his cold cotton sheets. His mind reeled over a spotted thin bra strap. A glazed over look in her big eyes. A pencil eraser top perched between her wet lips. He captured the images, filing them away in his cerebrum. His imagination would eventually take over to create lurid sexual trysts between them. His mind would focus on the triangular outline of her conservative bra hidden beneath her shirt. He imagined how he would slowly run his fingers over the bra. He imagined her reaction. She would want him to continue touching her. He was happily to oblige as she would moan. He would eventually remover her shirt and bra. Her breasts would be exposed to the harsh lighting of the classroom before his hands would rush in to protect them, smothering them in his large hands. He would feel her nipples hard and yearning, wishing for his mouth. After engulfing them in his mouth, she would be automatically overcome with the need to taste his cock. She would deliver the best intensity she could offer. Although she could suck him off easily at her desk, she would wish to be on her knees in front of him. It wasn't just a position of his power. She was showing him her role as a Catholic child. Her bony knees would be cold against the post war made linoleum tiles. Amazed and a little scared by the bulge of his pants. She enjoyed the heat that was permeating from it. She would reach for his pants, fumbling with the zipper, determined yet inexperienced. She would run her tiny hands over his hard piece for a slight second before the need for his salty cock to be in her mouth. She would enjoy the taste and after the initial exploration, with his held she would find a nice repetitive motion with her tongue over his tip as the moist fat sides of her mouth would capture the rest of his cock as he would thrust from her lips to the back of her scratchy throat. He would run his long masculine hands over his dick, jacking himself in the dark as the fantasy played out in his mind until he spent. The touch of his warm cum on his hand depressed him. His mind would wander into the lowest, darkest caves of his psyche as guilt and remorse for his desire took over his brain. He was in his mid-forties and quite attractive. He had a full head of brown wavy hair. He couldn't remember a time period when he wasn't compared to Robert Downey Jr in his looks. He agreed he had similar shaped eyes and the exact lips. He never made moves on women even though he was often sought after by young and old women alike. He had even had a few high school girls come on to him. In his fifteen years of being a priest, Father Mallory had given into temptation once. He had been in his late twenties. She was a single mother in her early twenties. She had been pretty and nice. She was desperate to seduce him. He had drunk too much at a Labor day BBQ. They slept together once. He felt so terrible, he was determined to never let anything like that happen again. He hadn't even been overly attracted to her. He had stayed pious since with an ease he had taken advantage of until September when he called out for Tess on the class roll call. ********************************************************************************** Father Mallory stood in for confession Friday morning. He usually didn't have to give confession but Father O'Mara had a stomach virus. He sat through twenty some confessions, the normal yawn inducing teenage shit. He gave Hail Mary's for the usual -- underage drinking, masturbation, premarital sex, lying, and smoking. He was working on a crossword puzzle when he heard the soft familiar monotone voice. "Father, it has been a week since my last confession." He perked up in his seat. "What is it you want to confess, my child?" "Well father, I have had thoughts about boys and sometimes I think about what it would be kissed. You know, on the lips." "Yes?" He asked softly enquiring details. "Yes, I mean I don't know. My grandparents would say it is wrong." she hesitated to clarify her words "They would be horrified to know I think about sex at all." She hesitated with embarrassment. "I want to spend time with cute boys just like any other teenage girl here at Trinity. I don't even want the backseat romp that all the other girls talk about. But I do want to kiss a boy just to see how it feels, Father. " Father Mallory was taken aback by Tess's honesty and earnest want for affection. "Well, my child," he said shifting in his seat, "I think that is actually normal. God wants you to be curious so that you go on to find a husband and find love and make children, it is perfectly normal and there are a lot worse things than wanting to kiss a boy. He hesitated. "Father Mallory..." she started boldly and then was overcome by shyness. He felt an opportunity and encouraged her to continue. "I don't know how to say it...I notice how you look at me in class. And I like it. I like that you seem to be attracted to me. I don't know if you are. I think you are. I hope you are?" She said losing her nerve with every word that came from her mouth. Father Mallory abandoned every constitution in his being for this chance. "I am very attracted to you. In fact, you don't know how attracted to you I am. My life has been devoted to God and the church and his followers. You cause me quite a lot of self-doubt and trouble. Not trouble. .." He whispered. He hoped he didn't scare her away when he was so close to having her. "You just make me self-reflect on decisions and ideas I hold in general." "Sometimes I think about kissing you." She blurted. "A lot of times." He breathed out loudly, years of suppression escaping his lungs. "Kissing your lips is what I want most for than anything in the world." "Father, I am sorry I make you feel that way. But I am glad. Should I do anything?" She asked ready for her repentance. "No, just know that when I look at you. I always want to kiss you." "I want to kiss you so much. Goodbye Father Mallory. I should go now." "Wait, my child." Father Mallory was taking his chance, toying with his power as a priest, breaking all the rules now. "Meet me back here at 11. Say you will show up. Let me kiss you." "I have a free period then, so yes Father. I will meet you even though I shouldn't?" She asked looking for guidance. "You most certainly should." The chapel was empty now. They were two small people encompassed in the ornate décor. He was excited to have her alone. She was a small rodent in his steel trap. He led her to sit in a back pew he had studied and determined to be out of view by passerbyers. "Tess, you are a very promising girl. You work hard and are smart; you have your whole future ahead of you." Part of him was trying to talk one of them out of what they were about to do the devil in him was using it as bait to weaken her. She smiled up at him, eager for the praise. He shifted his body closer to hers. He legs locked around the outside of hers now. His knees trapped her legs in between his. Boldly, he brushed the hair from her face, grazing her forehead with his hand. He felt a jolt rush through his body as he touched her. She kept her eyes on him the entire time, studying his moves. She tried to determine her footing and what power she held in the situation. The air between them was a charged electrical storm. Their bodies were helpless lightning rods; waiting for the very second they would be struck. He cusped her silky cheek in his palm. She smiled reassuring, and pressed not only her cheek but her whole body against him. Mallory took this as a yielding sign. He slid his fingers down to the nape of her neck, softly and deliberately so every finger print groove pushed the surface of her skin. She was drowning in a stagnant pool of contentment. His voice was husky now as he asked her... "You know, Tessa, I would be most honored if I could be your first kiss." Tessa, overcome with bashfulness, fixed her eyes on the wooden planks of the floor to hide her blushing cheeks. He bent his face in towards her, gently pushing his lips against hers. She tasted better than he imagined she would. Cherry Chap Stick in a mosaic of her natural salts. His dick was hard but he was trying to hide it from her. His lips grazed hers harder, which then he encompassed them in his, pushing a little forcefully so that she would open her mouth. She did. His lips worked harder to get her to open her mouth wider and let him slip his tongue inside. When his tongue found hers, he loved how her sweet young fleshy mouth oils tasted on his. Their tongues danced awkwardly before he took the lead, showing her how to kiss passionately. She broke the kiss. He asked her how she enjoyed it and if she wanted to continue. She was breathless. Yes she nodded and reached for him. As they kissed again, he began to run his hand over the front of her neck. Grazing it softly, he began to push down to her collar bone. He ran his fingers over her boney collar, touching the starchy white linen of her shirt. She moaned in excitement of her first make out session while his mind plotted ahead. Kissing was the appetizer and he suddenly developed an enormous appetite for the full course. He started to test the waters by teasing the collar of her shirt, pushing it down before trying to unbutton her first button. She startled and jumped back. "Shh" he whispered pulling her closer to his body, "Come here." He pulled her closer, kissed her hard, adding heat to her her desires. His body pressed against her as his hands coyly tried to unbutton her shirt again. Her heart pounded in her ears. She hadn't been undressed by anyone else other than her grandma and that had been a long time ago. He unbuttoned two before he felt the fatty beginnings of her cleavage. He gently caressed that skin, using his finger tips to draw figure eights on her skin, testing her accessibility before letting each figure eight drop a littler lower down her shirt until he felt her satin bra. He broke the kiss on the mouth. He whispered in her ear "you are delicious and I am a weak man for you." He felt weaker than ever but also hell-bent on continuing. He became more dominant. He bit down on her earlobe. He made his way down her neck with kisses, a mix of soft delicate ones interwoven with hard forceful ones, almost soft bites, until he reached her neck. She was squirming with desire. He suckled on her soft neck that smelled like teenage excitement and lavender soap. He let his index and thumb slip under her bra, finding her nipple. It was hard and aching for him. The large nipple was ripped and rough against his thumb. She released an involuntary moan. Her body was losing control. Overcome by it all he felt himself push down on her, forcing her to lay down on the pew. Pushing on her with pressure and another kiss to the lips, animal instinct and years of suppressed sexuality now had him on top of his student. He pulled at her shirt and bra up so he could finally see the breasts he had imagined so often. He fought her pearl buttons. He put a rough hand to her bra, pulling it up instead of undoing it. Her body was strikingly similar to every detail that he had overly fantasized. Her areolas were huge and bright pink, almost magenta in color. Her nipples were overly puffy and he delighted in the anticipation to devour them. Those rough nipples arched out, screaming for his attention, for his mouth to suckle. Before she could contest, his hands were on her breasts which were little more than a handful. He ran his fingers softly over the nipples before tweaking them between his thumb and index. He put his mouth to her breast bone running his tongue up and down. He teased her, refusing to allow his tongue to lap her breasts as she arched them towards his mouth. She wanted him to put her breast in his mouth; she was begging. Her senses were heightened. She could smell his hair, the old spice on his neck, and the sweat from his shirt. She felt the heat of his excitement in his breath. She could feel the jolting tension in his hands when he was on top of her on that pew. The velvet was soft under her bare skin. He was heavy on top of her. It was a heaviness she enjoyed; she liked being pinned down by him. She could feel his outline of his hardness against her thigh. He licked around her pink areolas, teasing her before he latched on to her erect nipples. She liked the way her breasts felt in his mouth, the wetness, the warmth, the cold air rejection when he removed his tongue to another part of her skin. She moaned louder and louder. Her excitement fed his ego and his lust. "Do you like this, darling?" He asked. "Because I do. I could do this all day." She reached out for his hair with a primitive pull. "I wish God would stop me from wanting to keep kissing you so much, but I don't think he is. I don't mind being so devilish with such a girl. Such an angel" he said as he ate up half of her tiny breast in his mouth as he shot her a boyish smile. She was getting extremely wet and warm; it was a frustrating friction she wasn't quite sure what to do with. She began to grind against his hot hard cock outline in his black pants. She pushed against him pushing her ass up from the pew in a back and forth motion. She had only done it about six times when Father Mallory noticed that she was purposely trying to tease his cock. He smiled up at her. "Can you believe how much I like you? Can you believe just kissing your beautiful face, even just looking at your beautiful face makes me this stiff?" he asked her as he pushed down on her pelvis with his whenever she pushed her ass up to grind on him. He reached up and kissed her lips as he continued to push against her pelvis. He arched himself up on the pew, sitting up. She was worried he was letting her go, cruelly winding her up and then letting her go back to class, wet and excited. She didn't have to worry long; he propped himself and placed her legs on his lap. She laid there, sprawled out with her shirt unbuttoned, breasts exposed to the tall cathedral ceilings with her hair drawn out over the pew seat like an angel in infinity. Her legs were propped up on his lap, lying right on his member. Her wool knee highs had drooped down to her ankles while her brown and red wool skirt was slit up to her upper thigh. She looked up at him with those doe eyes as his eyes gazed over her body with lustful need to ravish her. He met her watching eyes again as he took his index finger and ran it on her skin from the top of her knee to the hem of her skirt. When his finger brushed up against the wool, he would slide it softly back down to her knee and then push it back up, higher up, pushing further than the hemline. Each time he would run his hand a little further up her leg, until he reached the V where her panties were. He could feel the cotton soaked against his finger. He placed both hands on her lips and spread her legs open on the pew. "I can't help but tell you it feels a bit like Christmas morning for a child right now. I can't wait to get my hands in your pussy. Would you let me feel you?" He asked, already knowing the answer but demanding her response. "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, she almost cried out "I want you to touch me." "Touch your what?" " Touch my pussy" she demanded. "So you want me to touch your pussy?" "Yes" she cried. "How much?" he said as he playfully gazed over the white cotton panties. "A lot. More than anything I have ever wanted." She cried. At her response, he ripped the little panties over one labia with force. Her tiny vagina was exposed to him. He ran his fingertips over her little fat lips. Her pussy was hairy, which he liked. She was not too hairy, just enough to seem like overrun ruins in the amazon. An abandoned religious temple. Her pussy was a site for his eyes and his adventures only. He slipped his hands over her mound and played around the outside of her lips. He massaged her lips before sticking a fingertip in the soaked opening exposing a tight virgin vagina hole. Father Mallory's School Girl "This is beautiful" he said. His mouth was salivating as he was ready to dine upon her tasty pussy. He couldn't wait to get his mouth inside of her virgin hood. He placed a finger into her opening, easing it in even though it was very wet. She cried out a little. The pressure mixed with the pleasure was quite a different sensation than she felt when she rubbed herself on her bedspread at night. He placed his thumb over her swollen clitoris. "Your clit is precious" he told her, "cute as a chipmunk." He rocked it back and forth in a circular motion as he explored her inside with his finger. He had often heard the euphemism of calling a young girl a ripe Georgia peach, but he never took much thought until now when inside of this beautiful innocent girl. His hand was in a smooth wet velvet crevice that he was so fascinated by. And this pussy was equally fascinated by him. It wanted his cock, achingly so. The desire to taste her overcame him and he grabbed the elastic waste of her panties and pulled them off, putting them to his face and sniffing her scent. He took it in, sweet, spicy and young-restlessly asking to be fucked. He placed his palms across her butt cheeks, soft and round. She had a surprising bubble butt, an uncharted territory he was excited to claim as his own. He used his grip on her ass to push her crotch up towards his mouth. "I can't wait to eat you." "But I am scared" she said. He licked her outer lips and ran his tongue full lick on her clit. He rolled his tongue up and down her opening before he slid back up to her clit before pressing his mouth to it before releasing his grasp on her. "You are beautiful. Look at you!" he said as he gazed down at her vulnerable vagina. He buried his head in her clit. He enjoyed lying on his belly probing her pussy. He made out with her clit before tracing his tongue back and forth over her pussyhole before plunging his tongue inside. It was the best thing she had ever felt. His tongue was exploring her where not ever her fingers had been. She reached for his hair, grasping his head before she felt herself start to pull him into her. He noticed this and squeezed her buttocks harder, pulling her up to meet his mouth like a child eating a fresh water melon. He savored her, pushing his tongue deep inside, licking her in and out. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she pushed herself into his face. As she got hotter, she got wetter, and she felt her flesh get more vulnerable, she felt every sensory touch. Her legs felt weak and started to shake. Inside the vaginal flesh felt softer and more relaxed yet the sensation was harder with the tension of a rubber band, the contradiction was puzzling yet she didn't care to ponder. She wasn't sure what happened as his tongue bent to lap her sex organ but it happened quickly. She imagined it quite similar to how the speed of light surpassed the linear length of time and at that very moment the world distorted inside out. She saw stars in her eyes, her pussy buckled, and her heart beat faster. Her neck went stiff and her mouth let out a howl. She was having her first orgasm. He smiled up at her, proud of himself that he had made her cum. He continued to roam around her pussy with soft love bites until she pushed him off of her. He expected her to reciprocate. He was so turned on now; he wanted her soft nude lips on his shaft now. He wanted his lonely bedroom fantasy realized. She was happy to oblige. She straightened up, pulling her panties on as she kissed his pussy stained mouth as he led her hand to his hard bulge in his pants. He felt fat and long. She had never seen a hard penis or seen much of one at all and the anticipation was intense. She didn't know what to do but she was sure he would show her. He pushed her hand along his shaft harshly, hoping for her to take the lead. She outlined his penis through his pants, grasping it and pulling at it in his pants like a kitten who wished to play with string. She outlined his cock for a few minutes as she watched as his face. He seemed to be relishing at her simple touch. She got the courage to brush her hands across his zipper and buttons. He arched himself to allow her to unbutton him. She opened the zipper and snuck her tiny hand in to find silk underwear; pushing his underwear aside she felt his fleshy hard dick. His penis was warm. The smooth skin was unlike any body texture that she had ever touched. He was very manly, covered in dark coarse hair. His cock felt big in her hand. He was long, longer than her hand span and thicker than a hand grasp. She wanted to see him so she pulled him out of the zipper. His penis was darker than his skin with a purplish tint. She ran her hand from the matted hair from his pelvis all the way to the tip. The skin was silk, veins throbbing carving indentions along his penis. His tip was swollen and wet at the opening. She used her hand to open the hole in an almost comical, childlike way. She rubbed him softly, getting use to his skin before she decided she wanted to see more of him. She pulled at his pants assuming he would pull them down. He did not. "Take these off. I want to see more of you." He eagerly obliged now, hearing her angelic voice asking for it was all he had craved. He pulled his pants down to his knees, carrying the underwear with them. She now saw his penis overtop his balls. She was fascinated; she reached her hand out to stroke his scrotum. She had never felt such a thing, She grasped a ball in her hand shifting it between her fingers before touching her way back to his penis. She reached her head down to kiss him. She drew a line of small delicate kisses from the shaft to the tip, once she reached the tip; she tasted the hot liquid seeping out of the hole. She couldn't describe the taste of his dick. It didn't really have a taste just the sensation in her mouth was different. It wasn't like sucking a thumb or an arm, maybe an elbow. It had a different texture than she ever had felt. She slowly began to move her mouth up and down his cock just as she had done with her hand, smothering his dick with her thick lips. She rolled her tongue around as she did so, licking his balls when she would engulf his dick completely in her mouth. He moaned loudly and the muscles in his entire body went stiff when she would lick up and down his shaft and then suck atop of the sensitive skin just under his tip. She found a rhythm with her mouth. Up and down over his dick. He loved looking down at her soft innocent face and those big brown eyes just trying to take him all the way into her mouth. He loved the way his dick felt in her fleshy pink mouth, how sometimes she used her lips and sometimes she did not because she didn't purposely have a technique, she wasn't; a common whore just a pretty young girl trying to please him. He reached down and grabbed her hands. He was enjoying it so much but he also wanted to teach her how to make him cum. He voice was husky. "Grasp it tight, and rub your hand over it as you suck up and down" He told her as he guided her right hand to his dick. He also took her left hand to his balls. "Play with my balls." She did so with enthusiasm. Her right hand guiding her mouth over his penis as she lightly brushed and fondled his balls. She could feel the tension building in him as he pushed his pelvis into her and pushed her head up and down harder. She felt his dick harden and then suddenly like a broken spring she felt it release spewing hot sperm into her mouth. He was moaning and breathing heavy. The taste was bitter and almost soapy. But she liked it. She released her mouth as she looked at him, pleased with how she made him cum. She liked the feeling of power she had as she made this man cum and for those few moments he was under her control. He smiled at her and tried to catch his breath. He pulled up his pants. "That was absolutely worth anything I have ever done." He said sheepishly. "I would like to see you again he said, reaching out to grasp her hand. "Yes." She said. Knowing she would continue this affair with him as she straightened up her clothes and got ready to go back to class. ********************************************************************************** Tess's mind was constantly slipping away from her after her sexual encounter with Father Mallory. She found herself reliving their intimate encounters in her head. She ran the images like a movie reel. Sometimes she concentrated on small details that turned her on; such as small kisses on her stomach or the way his eyes met hers when he was eating her out. She imagined what else they could do and when and where it would happen. Father Mallory had started a fire inside her belly that she couldn't extinguish. She craved Father Mallory with an insatiable need. She wanted his attention. She wanted his tongue. She wanted his cock. She wanted his lustful eyes on her at all times. She starred up at him as he wrote on the chalkboard, lecturing about trigonometry functions. He was so good looking with his dark hair and bright eyes. She liked his confident yet boyish mannerisms that shone through when he lectured to the class. She let her shy eyes linger on his crotch before her mind went away from her. Father Mallory noticed that Tess was not paying attention. He hoped that she was thinking about him. He felt his penis stiffen to think about this young hot girl he had driven mad. He was confident in his sexual hold over her. He usually was not a teacher that used corporal punishment especially in his honors trigonometry class, which only had 8 students, and only two girls including Tess. He was overcome with the desire to punish her in front of the other students. The situation turned him on. How hot it would to show these teenage boys how he could control sexy little girl, he thought. Even more so, it would excite Tess. He faced the chalkboard, working on the theorem as he plotted his plan. He turned around. "Tess, can you please tell me the sine of this angle?" Tess looked up. "Umm.." she muttered trying to regain her composure. "Can you even tell me what page we are on? What planet are you on? You haven't been paying attention today or at all this week. I don't know what's going on with you. Please come up here. Come here." He demanded as he pointed to his desk. She stood up and slowly walked towards him. "Stand with your back against the class." He guided her towards his desk. He grabbed a ruler from his desk. He couldn't remember the last time he had used it on a kid, and if ever on a girl. He wouldn't be doing this on any other circumstance, but now, for his own pleasure. The seven other kids watched, their bodies rigid, leaning in towards the action in eager excitement. "Now Miss Beign and everyone here, I don't usually punish students but I demand your respect. And Miss Beign has disobeyed me by daydreaming in class all week. "Now"...He said, guiding his hand along the ruler. "She will get punished. Some teachers...Mother Cynthia for example would give you a dozen whacks on your hands. That hurts. I'm going to give you a dozen smacks on your behind. Miss Beign, please bend over my desk." She looked up at him with her big eyes. She was so turned on, acting out a fantasy in front of her classmates. Her panties were soaked. She could feel the other students' eyes on her and she liked it. "Now bend over." She bent, purposely arching her ass out higher and seductively. He cupped her ass with his hands softly, so the other students couldn't tell if it was deliberate on not. He ran his hand over her soft smooth thigh just high enough then pressed her by the small of her back further down. He patted below her ass and could feel her skirt was wet and she was turned on. She was in fact, soaked. He pulled up her skirt. Her white conservative panties were translucent with wetness. The class watched in quiet amazement. Father Mallory and Tesa liked being watched. They knew all the boys would love to be grabbing her ass and making her wet. Father Mallory lifted the ruler and had his first whack, second whack, third. Tess moaned. Mallory's penis was rigid. He felt like it was on fire and the only way he could relieve it was to drive it straight into her wet pussy. Four whacks. Five whacks. Six whacks. He couldn't stop himself. He turned his back to the students. He pulled out his penis. Seven whacks. He was going to fuck her for an instant. Just a few strokes and he would feel better. He didn't care she was losing her virginity in front of the other students. He slid his dick inside of her virgin pussy. He positioned himself so the students just thought his crotch was close to her. She was tight and wet. She outmatched his midnight fantasies. She had wanted him to fuck her for so long. She ached for it. Now he was inside of her in front of all of her friends. Seven whacks. He had to stop. His voice was off. The students knew he was fucking her and were fascinated. But he couldn't stop himself. He gave up trying to hide it and positioned himself better to thrust in her, harder now. The students watched mouths agape. She pushed against his dick, rolling it against his groin and he pushed deeper inside her. She turned her head and looked back at her classmates. She made eye contact with a few. They wanted her. They loved watching her being fucked. She moaned in ecstasy and as he fucked her, exposed to the world, she felt an orgasm rising. He pushed her down with her tummy flat against his desk. The pleasure was too much. She felt his penis ridges against her belly button. Her orgasm exploded. Her pussy was pounding with pleasure as she watched the boys in her class, hard in their pants and lusting after her. He felt her body spasms and he knew he had made her cum. The spasms tightened her soft pink velvet pussy against his dick. He howled as he released his seed into her cervix. He fell limp on top of her. She moaned softly. The bell rang as they staggered around, looking for clothes. Both gained composure and wiped the sweat from their faces. The other students were slow to move out of their seats. They were amazed at the spectacle they were privy to, but went ahead to other classed without every saying a word to anyone.