Hallway shadows stretch long after last bell. Kids gone, but footsteps echo anywhere. I lock the classroom door. Heart thuds. Pull out her blue string from pocket—wet with my pre-cum sniff. Knock rattles wood. Peek through door window slats. Sandrine. Schoolgirl skirt hiked, tights gleaming. Eyes locked, wicked grin.
I twist key. Click loud as gunshot. She slips in. Door shuts soft. ‘Like my thank you, sir?’ Voice whisper-hiss. Air thick with her pussy scent. I grab hips. Hoist her on desk. Skirt flips up. Gusset ripped wide. Smooth shaved slit drips. Legs splay. Head back, eyes shut.
The Contact
Kneel fast. Lips brush thigh tights. Nylon rasps skin. Tongue laps inner thighs. Reach pussy lips. Slick, hot. Circle clit slow. She bites lip. Muffled whimper. Fingers dive in. Tight grip milks me. Press anus. Legs clamp head. Cry smothers in shoulder.
‘Mmm, sir… so good.’ She gasps low. Cum shakes her quick. I stand. Cock throbs, vein-bulging. She hops down. Eyes widen at shaft. Hand wraps. Slow strokes. Tongue flicks pre-cum. Sucks deep. Saliva drools. Gaze never breaks. Fingers her clit. Mixes juices on my balls.
Desk creaks under shift. Pull her up. Cockhead nudges slit. Slides full in one thrust. Wet smack. Rhythm builds. Desk groans rhythmic. Tits bounce in white pantyhose bra. Pinch nipples through nylon. Hard peaks poke. She claws back. Legs hook waist. Pulls deeper.
The Indiscretion
Her hand dips. Fingers anus. ‘Want it there?’ Whisper rough. Pull out. Pussy juice coats cock. Lick her rosebud. Tongue probes. She moans stifled. Cock presses ring. Grimace flashes. Short pumps. Loosens. Hips roll meet me. Full depth now. Ass milks tight.
Stores rattle faint wind. Light slices floor—janitor outside? Footsteps hall? Freeze mid-thrust. Her eyes plead. Fuck harder. Slap skin muffled. She cums again. Ass clenches vise. Can’t hold. Balls tighten. First rope blasts deep. Five pulses flood. Cum leaks rim. Warm slide down tights.
Stay buried. Kiss tits through nylon. Legs unlock slow. She smiles. ‘Thanks, sir. Ace exam for more?’ Wink. Hops off. Cum trails thigh. I hand string. ‘Keep it. Your hanky.’ Grin. Coat from bag. Waves window.
Door clicks open. Hall empty. Lock behind. Stairs creak under weight. Heart hammers. Cross janitor—’Late night?’ Nod casual. No cum whiff? Home dark street. Neighbors sleep. Slide key quiet. Bed hits. Replay moans, creaks. Cock stirs again. Secret safe. For now.