Then, as it dropped loudly on the floor I watched in awe as Mr. Ashton performed a magic trick of his own! A big wet spot appeared on his pants! Out of nowhere! I almost shouted “Wallah!” but resisted. I gleefully watched him shudder in ecstasy and I cheered in my mind, “I got my teacher to cum! YES! In the library!” I honestly couldn’t believe it. He would need to teach class soon, and his pants were soaked! Poor guy haha!
After waking up from his sex daze and realizing what had just happened, he stood up quickly, collected his paperwork, and nervously shuffled out the door. If it wasn’t for my own need to orgasm, I would have joyfully laughed the whole thing off. Instead, I looked around to make sure I was alone and I found a secluded place. I got comfortable in one of those soft fabric reading chairs behind a bookshelf and spread my long, sexy legs. I pulled my wet, gooey panties down a little bit and then shifted them as far to the side as possible. I needed full access, and I needed it badly. Inappropriate thoughts of Mr. Ashton flooded my mind and it didn’t take much. With all four fingers I rapidly rubbed my engorged clit as fast as possible. My whole arm was shaking and sounds of wet flesh and my heavy breathing filled the air.
“OOH, OOH, OOH”, faster and faster I went.
Until…YES! I peered down at my private parts as I started to cum and I could tell it was gonna be a good one. I bucked wildly into the air, closed my legs, and my abs went stiff. I tried to hold my breath and even put one hand over my mouth to avoid screaming. I pushed down on my vibrating pussy as hard as possible, and as I rode it out, I used my other hand to clench one of my tits under my cream-colored polo. I glanced around to see if anyone was close by and then moaned with satisfaction, “Well, that was incredible.” As my tummy began to relax, I watched my hips slowly lower like an airplane, and noticed a little stream of my warm juices drop onto the fabric.
But then, guess what? A new video of me bouncing on Mr. Ashton appeared in my head and I felt the rising urge for round two! I threw all caution to the wind, stood up, and snarled fiercely in my secret corner of the library, “I’mma fuck ur brains out, Mr. A!” At that point I didn’t care if someone saw or heard me. I was COMPLETELY out of control.
I turned around to face the chair and performed a little striptease, swaying my hips while bending down, as though Mr. Ashton was sitting there. I reached under my short purple skirt and slowly lowered my moist pink panties, finally laying them to rest around my ankles. Like an athlete, I squatted determinedly, and pressed my cunt down onto the soft fabric corner. I needed as much pressure as possible, and luckily the material was rough and stiff enough to quickly send me into my second orgasmic whirlwind. It felt AMAZING.
“GAWWWWD.” I cried out carelessly as I started to convulse.
I started to fuck that GD chair like a sex-depraved lunatic and felt my entire body quiver as I vice-gripped the seat-back with both hands. Then, in mid-orgasm, I shifted my body and sat down full-force and rode with reckless abandon, just like a cowgirl that was finishing with a big dubya at the rodeo. I felt shockwave after shockwave of pure ecstasy pouring down through my legs, and my knees finally buckled. When my orgasm finally subsided, I gathered myself and surveyed the damage. There were two dark areas that would likely leave a stain on the chair. “Whoops,” I whispered quietly, trying to be a good student and obey the rules of the library, “3 wet spots achieved this morning. Not too bad, Tess. I guess you’ve earned an A for today?!” I smirked as I walked confidently toward the exit and even winked at some poor kid who may have overheard a little too much? 🙂
I made my way to the restroom after that and cleaned up a little. My sex parts were relaxed, but super messy and even a little bruised lol. I had to wring out my panties in the bathroom sink, but hey, that isn’t the weirdest thing that I’ve seen girls (and guys) do in our school bathroom!
My morning classes were boring as I eagerly anticipated to see Mr. Ashton in history after lunch. As I walked into his class, my excitement was replaced with disappointment, but then humor, as the sub announced that our “teacher wasn’t feeling well and that our papers wouldn’t be graded until tomorrow.” HA! I looked down at my fruitful loins and jeered, “You dirty little whore. You made the teacher call in sick!” I snickered and felt so much power as I looked down at my gorgeous sex-machine of a body. I caressed my firm lower tummy at my desk and thought, “This body is untested, but it was definitely built for sex. Yup, it REALLY needs sex, and it needs as much as I can get.”
During history class I watched for a moment when the substitute stepped away from Mr. Ashton’s desk, and I snuck a little note into his top drawer. What was on that paper you might ask? Hmmm, well, let’s just say it mentioned an opportunity for more. 🙂
A few days passed and I started to feel less confident about our secret encounter in the library. When I returned to Mr. Ashton’s class, he didn’t acknowledge our experience or my note, not even in the slightest way! I began to wonder if he regretted our amazing moment together. Did he tell his wife and feel guilty? Did he get into trouble? All of these sad thoughts threw me back into my sexless shell, and it felt terrible. I desperately wanted to know what he thought about me.
A full week went by and I began to put the whole thing behind me. Yeah, it was an exhilarating moment, but I had relinquished any hope of an actual fuck. My demeanor had turned from confident, to hopeful, to awkward, to self-loathing pity, in that order. It was awful! If only I could read minds! Where was my superhero power when I needed it most?! (nerd alert, I know!)