7 comments/ 27958 views/ 3 favorites Valedictorian By: Jay321 Mandy sat on stage nervous as hell. Now their were always nerves at a graduation, especially for the valedictorian with that speech coming up. But that wasn't why she was so nervous. Although no one knew it, or for that matter expected anything of the sort from her, she was naked under her gown. Well, there was that one thing. She still had no idea if he was here. She would go from praying that he was to praying that he wasn't and back in mere seconds. He had a way to let her know he was here, so why hadn't he? About three weeks ago she was sitting at her desk studying for her final when her roommate asked for the room, again. She took her laptop and books down the the common area, it was easier to study in the room, no distractions, but she would be OK. After an hour of waiting she was ready to go back to the room, it was late and she had a morning class. Just as she reached for the knob Jess moaned loudly. "Oh, baby that feels so good." Mandy turned back to the common area, irritated, not only because she couldn't go to bed, but sexually frustrated too. Jess's at least weekly need for the room did wonders pointing that out. She was about to graduate collage and she was still a virgin. She sat down in the corner piling her stuff on the table not really looking at it. She started chewing at the corner of her thumbnail. "Hey you OK?" Dave must have came in while she wasn't looking. He was her best friend at school. If they would have let her she would have roomed with him. "Just frustrated, ready for bed, but the room is occupied." "Yeah, I heard." He had to pass her room to get to the common area. "Is that all? We have been down here before waiting Jess out and you are never this tense." "Finals," she motioned to the pile on the table. "I know you better, you haven't sweated a test yet. Talk to me." She told him all about everything, the sexual frustration, the desire to not be the good girl, the fact that she the most she had ever done sexually was let Bobby Turner feel her up after homecoming four years ago, and once he tried to go under her shirt it was over. He let her talk it out, listening to every word. When she was done he asked, "How do I offer my services without it sounding creepy?" She smiled, "I couldn't ask you to do that," like she thought it would be a chore on his part. "If you are serious, then put an ad on Craigslist." She thought about that for a minute and thought anonymous so she didn't have to put up with bullshit, and the real possibility that she could change her mind if she wanted. "OK, will you help me write that ad? I don't know what to say?" "Trust me, 'Fuck me' would work. But if you want to do better than that sure I will help." For the next half hour they worked on the ad. She didn't want it to sound crude, and Dave kept pushing it slightly that way. Once they had finished it read: College grad needs a one time thing. I am a college graduate. Through my 22 years of life I have remained a virgin. I have decided to celebrate my hard work by finding someone to have sex with. This would be a one time only thing, as I will be leaving town just after graduation. I do not have a physical type because I have done nothing before. Please be drug, disease free. I don't want this to be a fumble in the dark, so please have some experience. Tell me in your reply why you should be the one. I will be choosy. Thanks, M It was very brief and to the point. She clicked "post," thanked Dave for his help and headed to bed, this time the room was clear. The next morning awoke late, she forgot to set her alarm. She threw on some sweats, and dashed across campus to her class. The day's classes seemed to take forever. Once they were over she headed back to her room. She had set up a new email, so she didn't set it up on her phone. She opened her laptop, and logged in to the email. 657 responses! First thing she did was take the ad down. Now to look at the emails. She had a bit of a rush from the fact that there were so many. She automatically deleted 583 for the subject line, those made her feel dirty as hell. Next she sorted out the ones with attachments. Another 21 got deleted because she didn't want to look at a picture of their things. She still thought of dicks as a "thing" the way her mother called them. She nearly just closed the computer and quit. How bad was this thing she was thinking about if guys talked like that and felt like they had to take a picture of that. She steadied herself and pushed forward. Another 18 got deleted because even thought the subject line wasn't bad the body was. There was one there that promised that once he was a car could drive through her butt hole. (Again, she couldn't think of it as anything else.) That left 35. Her analytical mind told her that was just over 5%. Over the next hour, she was able to cut out a few more just because they felt wrong. She ended up replying to four of the letters, three with photos, one without. She held on to those four and emptied the trash so that she would not chance coming into contact with some of that stuff. She shuttered a little when she thought of it. She studied for the next couple hours, then went to take a shower. Standing there with the warm water running over her, she slid her fingers down there (once again, thanks, mom) and touched the little nub that stood out at the top. Her body tensed sharply. She had to stop that, but she did allow herself to slide the fingers under her nose before rinsing them off. After the shower she checked the email again. Just one this time. It was from the guy that did not send a picture. His had grabbed her attention because he didn't seem pushy, and like he wanted her to enjoy things herself. "I am glad you wrote me back. You asked why I didn't send you a picture. It seems to add a bit to the mystery I think. I will not ask one of you. If you so require I will gladly attach one to my next correspondence. "To the subject of what you have planned, I do have some experience. I was in a LTR that ended nearly a year ago, she is the only one I have been with, just to let you know that I have not slept around. "I think that a woman should enjoy the time as much as the guy. I will do my best to satisfy your fantasy and be sure that it is as good in real life as it is in you mind." In her mind it was starting to feel less than great. She replied to him saying that the mystery could be interesting, but she wanted a little something to show her that he was at least real, and that he wasn't a disgusting guy. His response was a photo of his left hand, and about half his forearm. There seemed to be some muscle tone, no ring on his hand, no tan line from one. That offered some relief. The conversation went on for over a week before they decided on graduation day, right after the ceremony. She described a place for them to meet, where she knew her roomie had gone a few times and had not gotten caught. With a little over a week left he asked if he could send her a gift. That would require giving her name, and she still didn't know his. She finally gave in and sent him the information. Three days later she got her box, a small item. She opened it up it was a clear pink plastic item about an inch and a half long and an inch wide. It was shaped like a cold capsule. Through the plastic she could see a little motor and a battery, but there was no switch. "I received your gift, but I do not know what it is or what to do with it. Please explain." The response, "It is a remote vibrating egg. Place it inside your vagina and I can control it from that unit I carry. At your graduation put it in, I have a way to be at the ceremony." As the big day drew closer she got more and more nervous. Exams were done, she had aced every one of them, no surprise to her or anyone else. She had just about decided not to go through with meeting her friend from the internet. She was looking in the mirror, her hair and makeup all done, wearing a button up shirt and a skirt that fell past her knees. She picked the egg up from the desk rolling it between the palms of her hands. She sat on the bed and spread her legs out. She pulled the skirt up, and slid the panties to the side. She touched herself with the egg, and tried to slide it inside. Mandy stood and dropped he panties to the floor. She felt like she needed a hand to spread herself open and one to slide it in, leaving nothing to hold the panties. After a minute of working with it, the egg pushed past the opening and slid inside her. She felt so full, a feeling she had never had before. She stood up and walked around, not even sure if she could. It seemed to stay where she put it, and she had to be honest with herself, it felt nice. Suddenly she decided that the bra was going to be too much too. She had never learned the trick to take it off without removing her shirt, so down went the buttons, she tossed it on the bed and unhooked the bra from behind her. She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing only the skirt thinking how nice her body was. This mystery man should count himself lucky that she was going to give herself to him. Very quickly Mandy regretted that thought. What if she didn't want to, she needed to take the egg out. Mandy sat in the office chair, she had her gown tossed over the back of it. It felt so nice on her back. "How would that feel on my bare breasts?" invaded her thoughts. She stood and slid it on over her shoulders. She pulled the zipper all the way up, it left no evidence that there was no shirt underneath. The material was cool on her nipples. Her hips swayed back and forth in the mirror. Their was no funny chaffing, just the nice cool feeling on her breasts. The next thing that Mandy did was to pull the hem of the gown up to her waist, she popped the button on the skirt, slid the skirt down her legs, and stepped out of it. Staring down at the pile of clothes she knew if she waited any more she would redress, then be late. She stepped out the door and down the hall, not thinking that she had hit a significant point of no return, at least as far as the egg goes. The entire ceremony passed with Mandy's thoughts racing from "what am I doing?" to "what will it feel like?" to "RUN!!! Get this thing out of yourself!" The ceremony was drawing to a close. All that was left was her speech. Her name was called, she stood and walked toward the podium. On her third step she felt it for the first time. It was just a quick buzz, and it was gone. She froze, mid-stride. Nearly everyone there thought it was stage fright. She finished the short walk on weak legs. If the wood on the podium had been any softer there would be fingerprints in it, her grip was so tight. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. "These last four years-" BUZZZ "have been some of the hardest and greatest of our lives. We have had-" BUZZZ "ups and downs, hard times, hard tests,-"BUZZZZZZZZZ. It stayed on longer this time. She had to stifle a moan, and she closed her eyes for a moment. It clicked back off and she was able to recompose herself, "hard speeches." That got a laugh from the crowd. Her speech continued with only a couple more interruptions from inside her. She would not have been able to finish if there had been much more. The speech was over, she barely remembered what she said even before leaving the podium. There was applause, so the crowd liked it or were glad it was over. As she turned the buzz was back again. It took all the willpower she had to keep walking. She sat in her chair, and swore that she could feel the vibes through the metal chair. She tightened her knees together hoping it would help, it didn't. The professor sitting beside her obviously could tell she was in distress. He leaned over, "You OK?" "Its... too much." Her thoughts were on the vibrations inside her pussy, he thought she meant that she was emotional over graduation. The crowd was dismissed and the egg stopped. Her knees were weak. She tottered off the stage, and wondered off on her own. Mandy had no clue where she was going until she arrived that the predetermined spot from the emails. "Run! Get away from here," her voice of reason pleaded with her. The buzz started abruptly. She looked around to find who carried the control unit. She didn't see anyone. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The strength of the feeling inside her felt like it was going to blow the top of her head off. It felt like she wasn't going to be able to take any more. She turned around and faced the wall. She covered her face with an arm. Although she had never had one before she somehow knew that she had just had an orgasm. The buzz stopped and a hand cupped her mouth, nearly simultaneously. "Do you know who I am?" The egg started it's one note song again. She nodded and made to turn but he held her tight. Once she stopped trying to move he let go, and dropped to his knees. He lifted the hem of her gown up, finding nothing but flesh. A finger pushed it's way between her lips and inside her. He adjusted the egg slightly, "there, that's better. Bend forward." She was already pressed to the wall so she turned to the side and followed his command. The vibrations from the egg felt so much stronger, he must have moved it to a more sensitive area. He pressed his face into her, his tongue reaching out for her clit. It danced across the nub as the buzz continued its job in her. It only took a minute before her second orgasm of the night, of her life, tensed her body, she could feel her muscles in her vagina squeeze like they should be milking something. The vibration stopped, and the finger pushed inside her again, this time fishing out the egg. He stood and she could feel his cock, yes she thought of it as a cock this time, pushed right against her opening. "Is this what you want?" "Yes! Oh god help me yes! Fuck me!" With that he pushed inside her tearing her hymen. Her scream, slightly muffled by willpower, was of mixed pain and pleasure. His hips moved to slide his cock in and out. Had there been enough light he would have seen the blood covering the shaft. The mysterious man kept a steady pace for a couple minutes, her orgasm welled up again, she squeezed his cock tight, and screamed out again. He stopped for a moment, never pulling out of her. "Who, who are you?" He stepped back, leaving a void that she wanted filled again. "Turn around, Mandy." She had given her full name, Amanda, not Mandy. She spun quickly anger growing until she saw Dave's face. "You acted like It would be a chore for me to do this for you, but I always wanted this. Please don't walk away." She looked at him for a second, then threw her arms around him. " I'm glad its you," and kissed him. He pushed her back against the wall, and lifted a leg up so it was around his waist. Once more he entered her, she added her other leg and crossed her ankles behind him. Mandy pulled the zipper down the front of her gown and opened it exposing her breasts for Dave. He grabbed one breast and squeezed as his other hand held her up. Another orgasm found her quickly. She squeezed her mouth over Dave's so it would muffle the scream. His thrusts became frantic. Pushing her hard against the wall. He buried his face in her shoulder and let out a moan himself. All the buildup of the last three weeks let go in his orgasm inside her. His cum filled her just deflowered pussy. A combination of their cum and a bit of blood ran down his leg. He held her there, his softening cock still inside her, and kissed her sliding his tongue deep in her mouth. Neither freshly minted college graduate moved, in their gowns, breathing hard, and loving the feel of each other. Valedictorian: Best in the Class She was everything a teacher would want in a student. She was smart and respectful. She asked precise questions in class and was active in class discussions. Her homework was always turned in on time and was neat and readable. She arrived to class on time and was in her seat reviewing her notes before the bell rang every day. And she was beautiful. Carly had a kind of classic beauty that was not trendy, but not old fashioned. She had dark brown hair and eyes, both of which looked soft and warm. Her hair had a gentle curl like the curls of girls in magazines. She had full lips and a perfect nose. And her body was as lovely as her face. She was athletic; a volleyball player, a basketball cheerleader and a varsity golfer. This gave her body a slender toned look. Her breasts were not huge. They were just right. I guessed a C cup or so, which showed nicely on her muscular body. Carly was perfect in almost every way. She was friends with everyone, athletic, smart, talented and accomplished. Her only imperfection was that she was my student. I would give almost anything to have a girlfriend like her, but I am not so lucky. And as a high school biology teacher in a small town, the chances didn't look good. Which is why I was surprised to see Carly standing in the doorframe of the biology classroom well after classes were over. I glanced at the wall clock. It was 7:14. "Carly! This is unexpected! Come on in and have a seat." She walked in appearing a bit less confident than usual. She slid into one of the desks. "What brings you here so late after school?" I asked, still putting on my teacher's smile. "Well, I had golf practice, and I sort of wanted to talk to you privately." "Oh?" She hesitated, clearly trying to choose her words carefully. She bit her lip and looked at anything in the room but me. Finally she started. "You know I have worked very hard in high school. I mean, I kill myself to get good grades and to be a leader just so I can use the words "well rounded" on my college applications." "Sure. I know you put forth great effort in my class. Hell, in all your classes." "Right. And you might or might not know my family doesn't have the money to send me to college. Which is why I work so hard: to get scholarships." "I wasn't aware." "That doesn't really matter. But the thing is, I really need to be valedictorian. And I'm currently tied for it." "Well a tie isn't so bad. Then it just goes to a vote by the faculty. And I am sure the faculty will vote fairly." "See, now I don't think that is in my best interest. I have looked at all the faculty who would vote and the way I figure it, Hunter would win by two votes." "Oh. Well you know you would have my vote, right?" "Well, I sort of figured on yours. I was sort of hoping maybe we could make... some sort of a deal." Her face turned a deep shade of crimson. Something was up. "What sort of a deal?" I asked slowly. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. Bribery was not something I would submit to. "I want you to give Hunter a B in your class." "Really? But he is also an excellent student. I can't just arbitrarily give someone a grade subjectively. Especially not in science. There is homework involved and tests and quizzes, all of which are graded along the way. He knows he has a solid A in here. I could change his grade on the system, but he would know it wasn't right." Carly pulled out a sheet of paper. She had clearly studied it. There were marks and notes all over the page. It was the course outline I had handed out at the beginning of the semester. She turned to my grading scale. "You can grade subjectively somewhat. 15% of your grade is classroom participation. Plus the final is worth 5% of the final grade. That is 20% of the grade still left to play with." "You can't play with someone's final." "Sure you can. Most of your questions are essays. A point here and there... the final could be a B, easily. And, as far as class participation goes, you know he is obnoxious in class. He is loud and rude and asks pointless questions to waste your time." "All of these things are true..." I said hesitantly. "So look. He gets an 85% on the final and say, 9 out of the 15 percent for participation... He already has like a 98%. So if these things happened, he gets a 91.25%... a B+." "But why would I do all this just to make a student upset with me?" "This is where it becomes a deal." She got up from the desk and went to the door. Carly looked outside and pulled herself back in the room. She shut the door. "I am prepared to make you very happy." "Carly, stop. This is going someplace that is inappropriate. I can't allow you to pay me to lower another student's grade." She laughed. "I don't have money. Not like that spoiled brat Hunter. But I have something he definitely doesn't have. And it's something you want, more than money, more than anything tangible I could bribe you with." She moved close to me. Too close. I had a feeling I knew what she was talking about. She began to unbutton my shirt. I suddenly felt dense for not reading the subtexts of what she was saying. I had to stop her. I could lose my job and she could lose everything she had worked for. "Carly..." I began. She put her finger to my lips, shushing me. "I'm eighteen. I'm of age. Still, I know this is a dangerous move for both of us. But really, all I am asking for is for you to give someone who thinks the world should be handed to him what he deserves." She was offering me two things I desperately wanted. I did, in fact, want to see Hunter struggle just a bit. And I wanted to be intimate with Carly in an overwhelming way. The benefits were clear, but the risks were deadly. "Carly, we can't." "But..." This time it was my turn to shush her. "Not here." I picked her light frame off of my lap and sat her on a chair. I went back to my desk and pulled out a pen from a cup. I scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper, unable to believe what I was doing. I held up the paper. I pointed to the first line. "Meet me here." It was my address. "At 9:00 tonight." She reached for the paper. "No. No evidence. Memorize it." She looked at the paper and repeated my address a few times. Finally, she nodded. "I will be there." * * * I was nervous. Nervous as all hell. This was beyond any sort of college test nervous or first date nervous or losing your virginity nervous. I was more on edge than I had ever been. I was about to do something so incredibly wrong, the repercussions of which could follow me forever and make me unemployable. And I was excited. God was I excited. It had been at lest 6 months since I had even kissed a woman goodnight, much less sex. I didn't even want to think of how long that had been. And tonight, I had been offered the perfect body to touch, to kiss, to make love to. I found myself imagining how my cock would feel resting against her flat tummy. Or how nice her lips would feel around it. How amazing it would feel just to press her smooth skin to mine. My cock was stirring, and she wasn't even here. It was 8:47. There was a knock on the door. She was early. I opened the door a little too eagerly. And there stood the school principal, Mr. Tobias. Never has there walked such an erection killer. In a moment of panic, I was sure this had all been some sort of setup. I was going to jail, I was sure of it. "Uh, hi." I said, dumbstruck. "Hi Mike. I'm sorry for coming by so late, but I was so excited I couldn't wait until morning." I relaxed. Unless he was excited about firing me and sending me to jail, I might be okay. "Excited?" "Yes. You know you lost your father's watch in the school and we feared it had been stolen?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, I was getting some papers together at my desk and I spotted it under my desk. It must have slipped off when you were in for the staff meeting. Anyway, here you go. Rest easy." "Oh, wow! Thank you. I was so worried." I said. I wanted him to leave, but he had other plans. "Is that coffee I smell?" He patted my shoulder. "Oh yeah, where are my manners, please come in." I stepped out of the doorway and was dismayed to see him take off his coat and shoes. We made our way to the kitchen. It was at this moment that I decided I hated the layout of my home. Every feasible place to drink coffee offered another view of the front door. And Carly would be here in a short seven minutes. She was always punctual, after all. I made small talk with my boss as my brain worked overtime to come up with some sort of feasible lie as to why a teenage girl would be showing up at my door on a Friday night. Another knock on the door almost made my heart stop. "You're a popular man tonight!" The principal joked. I got up and walked to the door. I opened it and there was Carly, a full five minutes early. "Hello Mr. Carlson." Carly said seductively. "Carly! I am so glad you stopped by! I keep forgetting to give you the donation for that charity thing you asked about." I gave her a look that screamed "DON'T SAY ANYTHING." Principal Tobias rose from his chair and came into the living room. "Ms. Patterson? I thought that sounded like you." Surprisingly, she kept her cool a lot better than I had. "Well hi Mr. Tobias!" She said brightly. She laughed a bit. "Party at Mr. Carlson's house, it seems." He looked at her a bit suspiciously. "What exactly ARE you doing here, Ms. Patterson? Because to me the situation looks somewhat improper." "Oh! Heavens no. The opposite in fact. I am raising money for the relay for life that is happening in June. Tomorrow is the date we need donations turned in by, and I have been reminding Mr. Patterson, but he always seems to forget." "You know how absent I have been lately." I jumped in. "She called me a bit ago and reminded me she needed it." "I would like to remind both of you that a student at a teacher's home is very improper. Given that you are such an upstanding young lady, I believe you, you needn't worry. But you simply cannot be too careful these days. If I even get a rumor that a teacher and a student are getting too close for comfort, I have no choice but to take it seriously." "Yes, sir." I said. "I am going to get the donation I promised and Carly can be on her way." I left the two in the doorway. I went to my bedroom, wiped the sweat from my face and pulled a twenty out of my wallet. I grabbed a pen from the nightstand and wrote "wait" on the corner of the bill. I came back to the living room, where Principal Tobias was also giving her a twenty. I handed her the bill and she pulled an envelope out of her purse and put both inPrincipal Tobias was also giving her a twenty. I handed her the bill and she pulled an envelope out of her purse and put both in. "Have a nice night!" She said brightly to both of us. "Ms. Patterson, it's late, do you want a ride home? I will be going pretty quickly too." She laughed. "Wouldn't want any rumors of impropriety. It's only three blocks and it is a nice night. I will walk." She made her way down the steps and turned left. "You know I should probably be getting back to the misses." "Well, I am sure glad you found my watch! That makes my night." "I'm glad I found it too. You have a good night." He slipped his feet into his shoes and got his coat on. "Thanks for stopping by." I said as he made his way down the steps. "I will see you on Monday." I watched him get in his car and drive away. I paced, sweating. I had been centimeters away from being caught. I wanted her, but that had been too close for comfort. I hoped she didn't get my note and would not return tonight. My heart was beating hard, practically leaping through my chest. I spent a good thirty minutes anxiously pacing and worrying before I realized she wouldn't be back. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. It had been an exciting, exhausting night, but it was time to go to bed. I brushed my teeth and stripped down to my boxers. I picked up my clothes and threw them into a basket next to the washer. I shut off some lights and felt my way into my bedroom. I moved next to the bed to turn on my bedside lamp. My heart jumped when I saw Carly sitting casually on my bed. She smiled. "You almost scared me to death." "That's what you get for inviting the principal over the same time you invite me over." "He wasn't invited. God, I just don't know if I can take anymore tonight." "Well hopefully I can relieve some stress tonight. We should probably get going anyway. My parents think I am at a friend's. And the friend thinks I am out with a guy and is covering for me." "You are with a guy." I said, calming a bit. "I certainly am." She indicated my boxers. Apparently seeing her in my bed made blood race through more than my heart. "Since you are already in your underwear, it is only fair that I be too." I watched as she pulled her tight black shirt over her head. She was kneeling on the bed, undoing her jeans and sliding them off when I realized just how delicious this was going to be. She wore matching panties and bra. Both were white with black polka dots and both had pink lace on the edges. I wanted to touch her so badly. Never had somebody so perfect and sexy been in my bed before. Her skin looked so smooth and tempting in the lamplight. She set her clothes on the chair next to the bed and lay down, one knee bent and one straight out. I stared at her another moment, a moment too long. She crawled to the edge of the bed where I stood. Once she had reached me she straightened herself, dragging her nose along my stomach and chest as she rose to her knees. Finally we were nose to nose. She leaned forward and put her soft lips to mine, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I placed one hand on the small of her back and the other on the back of her head, nestled in her soft hair. Her skin was so warm to touch and had the tightness and softness that only youth can possess. I pulled her closer, feeling her stomach against mine. I felt her leaning back, indicating that I should lie down. I lay on top of her and brushed her hair from her face. As the kiss broke, I looked down to see what a beautiful girl she was. I was straddling her, an amazing girl in playful panties. As much as this was supposed to be my payment for a grade change, I wanted to watch her writhe and squirm underneath me. I wanted to pleasure her. I slid my hands around her back and undid her bra. Free were her lovely white breasts, pink nipples se lovely. I moved my hands down her sides and slid my thumbs into her panties. I moved off of her and slowly pulled them off her beautiful hips and ass. She was hairless except a thin line of hair that led straight to her pink pussy. I moved up and kissed her again, hand on her cheek. I moved my right hand all the way down her face to her lovely neck, finding my way to Carly's left breast. My fingers made their way to her nipple. I pinched it lightly between my forefinger and thumb as I started probing her soft lips with my tongue. Carly's nipples became hard. I loved the feeling of her hard nipple in the very palm of my hand. I rubbed my palm against her breast softly. She arched her back, pressing herself into my touches. I felt her warm feminine skin against mine. Her breast felt so perfect in my hand, I could have cum right there. I held her closer to me, loving the feeling of her body pressed against mine, her hips melting into mine. Our tongues danced in my mouth, then in hers as I rubbed her breast harder. She began to rub her hips into mine seductively. Feeling her enjoyment encouraged that I should please her more. She slid her hand so close to my cock. One buck and she would be touching it. She was so close to my balls I could feel her energy and warmth pressing into me and yet her hand did not touch me. I met her advance by placing my hand between her thighs. She ran one finger along my cock, almost imperceptibly. It sent jolts of excitement through me. I loved how she was teasing me as I trailed my fingertips over her thighs to her pussy lips. I traced her slit, which was nicely moistened, with my finger. On the way back up, I slid my finger just a tad inside her and I ran my forefinger between her pussy lips, dragging it up to her clitoris. I broke our kiss and ran the same finger into her mouth. She sucked on my finger, just as I hoped she would. The sensation was incredible. I began to kiss her again. Savoring the aftertaste of her sweet juices on my lips, I started kissing down her neck. They soon found her left breast. I traced my tongue around her areola, feeling it grow harder under my tongue. I brought it between my lips and sucked on it gently. I slid my middle finger inside Carly and felt her hungry pink flesh devouring my finger, pulling it inside. My hand rested on her labia and the middle finger slid in and out. My thumb touched her clitoris as my finger fucked her tight young inner flesh. Carly was moaning, dually pleasured by my lips on her nipple and my hand working her tight hairless pussy. I got more aroused with every passing second as she moaned, yielding to my finger and pressing her hips against my hand. My arm lay on her soft tummy and I found her to be in constant motion beneath me. It was time to go in for the kill. Tensing my throbbing cock, I kept my middle finger inside her and ran the tip along the roof of her pussy, feeling the warm wetness hold me inside. I gently rubbed her clitoris with my thumb and arched my finger, sliding it along the inside. I suddenly sucked her nipple hard and then backed off. She began to lose control. I felt her begin to contract around my finger. I rubbed her clitoris hard and fast and used maximum suction on her nipple. Her wetness began to flow around my finger that wiggled inside her. I slid out after a few moments and ran my wet finger up from her belly button, dragging it across her stomach, up over her tummy, and between her breasts. I kissed her once more as her breathing slowed. "Carly?" "Yes?" she asked as she caught her breath. "At this point hunter would be enormously lucky to even pass." She looked me in the eyes and grasped my cock so suddenly, I had to restrain myself from shooting cum all over her teenage body. She rubbed the head along her now soaking slit. Her warm juices made me throb as they touched the swollen head of my cock. It became even more rigid. She slipped the head between the lips. I knew I was on the brink of cumming, but I didn't want the pleasure to end. I slowly pulled my hips back and whispered "Not yet." in her ear. I slid my mouth down her body, kissing her neck, between her breasts, her abdomen, and her bellybutton. I slid my lips to her right hip bone, then her left, moving more slowly the closer I got to her pussy. My nose traced the line of hair above her slit. My lips had arrived. I rested my tongue against her lips. She let out a primal moan of frustration and pleasure. I allowed my tongue to slip in and touch her clitoris. This was met by a violent thrust of her hips. Her pelvis hit my chin hard. "Someone anxious?" I asked with my pussy wettened lips. Placing my hands on her thighs, I leaned my face into her warm mound. I ran my tongue between her bare slit at I tasted her juices. I trailed it slowly up and down, making sure I tasted the length of her lips before I moved in and locked my lips to hers. I snaked my tongue into her warm, wet pussy, feeling her heat against my face as I pleasured her with my tongue. I stiffened my tongue and slid it inside her, fucking her with it. I pushed it in and pulled it out and then slid it in and shook my head. My tongue licked her insides slowly with deep, slow, long licks. I could feel she was close to cumming again. I held her to my face, nose pressed on her clitoris and tongue inside her as she flew into another orgasm. Valedictorian: Best in the Class I rubbed my face in her juices. It had been so long since I had pleased a woman like this. I was getting so hot. If I didn't cum soon, I would surely die. I looked up at Carly. Her eyes were squeezed shut looking like she was still being pleasured long after my tongue had slid out of her slit. I moved next to her. She again rubbed the cockhead against her slit, more insistently this time. It was time to fuck her. I relented to her touch as I wrapped my fingers over hers and guided my hard cock to her lips, using her delicate hand to tease the swollen head between her lips. I felt how hot she was as I placed the head at the entrance to her succulent wet pussy, trying to hold myself from driving my cock straight into her and fucking her like a wild animal. She pressed her wet flesh onto my head. She was floating in her own world of pleasure, moving her hips into me slightly. She wanted this so badly. I pushed my cock inside her and felt something pop. She let out a bit of a shriek and suddenly looked to be in pain. It couldn't be... "Carly?" I said, cock still inside her. "Yes Mr. Carlson?" "Are you a virgin?" I asked, dumbfounded. "Not anymore." She said, biting her lip. Had I known I would have gone much slower. She was clearly in pain. "Carly! I wish you would have told me!" "Would you have still done it?" "Absolutely not! I..." "Exactly. What's done is done. Now fuck me." "Carly..." "Fuck. Me." She said, punctuating each word. I slid myself out of her slowly, a bit of cherry blood on my cock. I entered her slowly now, giving her time to get accustomed to my dick. I didn't want to hurt her. The friction seemed to warm her up. Soon she began to find pleasure again. I began to fuck her with deep long slow strokes that got quicker and quicker. I suddenly realized that after breaking her barrier, I was the first to go this deep inside her. My cock was digging into fresh soil. But would I plant a seed? She felt so hot and tight she was as I kept moving back and forth, driving my hard cock in and out of her as I held her chest to mine. I let go and put some distance between us, moving my hips in circular motions as I fucked her slow and deep. It was driving me insane. She had such a tight pussy. I loved it now. I really did. I tensed my cock making it even harder. She started moving her hips in a circular motion. I filled her tiny, hungry pussy and she wrapped herself around my cock. She steadied herself on the bed as I went in for the finish line. I was fucking her tight pussy fast and hard. My balls spanked her naughty ass. She suddenly erupted into her third orgasm of the night. Her vagina squeezed me, holding me insistently inside her as I erupted at the same time. I could feel the control leaving me at the same time the cum did. My final thought before my mind went blank was that I should not be cumming inside a student. * * * The next time I saw Carly after that night was the Tuesday of her biology final. Nothing more passed between us than a test slid onto her desk. She was a student again and I was her teacher. As I graded finals that night, I saw that Hunter had clearly not studied. He did poorly on the test even without my sabotage. I chuckled and figured his test grade. An eighty. Definitely not his best. I added participation grades that Wednesday, taking into account Carly's very persuasive argument. When it came time to give Carly a grade, I thought back to the night and smiled. She definitely was getting full points for class participation.