Suddenly every cell in his body was fighting to keep him from hunching over and groaning in pleasure, right there in the middle of the classroom during an ever-boring lecture. The tip of his dick was pressed against something warm and wet, something velvety soft with a hard little nub. His heart started pounding in his chest as he gained some idea of what was happening. Celeste had locked herself away in the bathroom just to pull his dick out of her purse and rub the tip of it up and down against her clit. The lady emergency had been a lie so that she could hide away and play with him.
He bit his lip harshly as she pressed the tip against her hole, feeling her wet folds practically begging to take him in. She was playing “Just the Tip” with him, pushing maybe an inch deep before pulling it out and rubbing it over her clit again. Over and over, and he was fighting hard to look normal. He was in class, he couldn’t let everyone see that he was basically having sex right now. His heart skipped a beat and he struggled to turn a moan into a cough as he felt Celeste suddenly push the whole thing in, as deep as it would go. His balls pressed against her ass, and he could feel her hand wrapped behind them to use as leverage – a feeling he was sure no man had ever experienced. She was using him like a dildo. Toying with him. Using him. And fuck, he’d give anything to just lay back and enjoy it, but his only choice was to ignore the urge to groan and hiss and whisper her name, instead gripping the desk and fighting not to buck his hips as she fucked herself. He wanted to fuck her faster, harder, and she knew that, and was teasing him. He was helpless, and she knew it.
And just as he was about to cum, she fucking stopped.
She didn’t pull him out, but the sudden loss of movement made him want to hit his knees and whine for her to continue like a submissive little bitch. There was some shifting, slow enough to make him want to scream in frustration, then maybe thirty seconds of nothing, before she walked back into class. Her purse looked flatter than before, and her thighs were wet… oh, God. His dick was still inside her. Fuck, he didn’t know how he was gonna make it to the end of class.
But he did.
Despite the occasional moan he needed to bite back whenever she shifted her hips in her seat, he managed to remain calm and sat through the rest of the class, and when the bell rang, he gathered his things quickly and was almost out the door when Celeste caught him by the arm. “Oh,” he said softly. “Um… hi.” He wasn’t quite sure what else was acceptable right now.
“Hi,” Celeste giggled. “So… did it work?”
“Did what work?” he muttered. She squeezed her walls around him, and he groaned. “Yeah,” he said quickly, “yeah, it worked.”
She smiled at him, clearly satisfied with her work. “Listen, why don’t you come over after school tomorrow? We can have some more fun.” Her last sentence trailed off in a seductive whisper, and he could only gulp nervously and nod. He had thought the first spell would fix his previous issue, but he supposed this was an extenuating circumstance. Before he could even think of holding back, he shivered all over, and his cock twitched as it erupted. His face flushed as her eyes widened. “What… oh, my God, did you… did you just cum in me?” she whispered breathlessly.
Justin nodded shamefully. “It’s… it’s not the first time.” That was what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He may as well be honest.
“I’ve made you cum just from talking to you?” Her eyes were wide, and she giggled excitedly. “Oh, you’re so coming over tomorrow! Holy shit, you’re gonna be a lot of fun to play with.”
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Justin sighed as he leaned on one hand, the other quietly tapping on his desk. He was trying his best to pay attention, he really was, but right now he could only focus on the tearfully-boring Chemistry teacher’s voice, and the abhorrently dreary lesson. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. He needed this credit, but why did Chem have to be so fucking boring? It might very well be his least favorite subject. He looked down at the worksheet he was doing – blank, and they were already almost done with class. Fuck, just twenty more minutes.
His body jerked as he felt something stroking his dick. It was still such an odd feeling, that it was detached, but at least he could finally feel it again.
He turned around as inconspicuous as possible, a shiver running down his back as the grip on his cock tightened. Celeste was digging through her backpack – or at least, that’s what it looked like to the public eye. He knew his dick was somewhere in her bag, and he shifted nervously in his seat as he realized she was toying with him once again. Fuck, why did she have to do this in the middle of class? He wasn’t exactly up front, where everyone could watch him squirm uncomfortably, but at any moment, someone could look over and see his red face starting to sweat as she toyed with him, teasing him and stroking him in the dark confines of her bag. He bit his lip almost painfully as she swirled her finger around his tip, then dragged her hand down to his balls and grabbed them hard.
He jumped suddenly as the bell rang. He opened his eyes to his own dark bedroom and the harsh beeping of his alarm clock.
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Celeste woke up to something thick and sticky coating her naked chest. She sat up sleepily, and it took her a moment to realize that she was covered in Justin’s cum, some of it still leaking from the tip of the thick cock hanging around her neck. She sighed, smiling. He must’ve had another wet dream.
It had been a few weeks since she’d first teased him in class, and she’d been having an immense amount of fun with him. After learning first-hand that he could feel whatever she did to him, she’d been toying with him any time she found an opportunity, and kept it strung on a necklace whenever she could, especially at night. She loved how it felt against her bare skin, and delighted in how easy it was to get him hard and make him cum.
The first wet dream he’d had must’ve been during a weekend nap. It was a Saturday afternoon, and she considered herself lucky for being home alone when it had happened. She’d had it around her neck again while washing dishes. Scrubbing absent-mindedly, she almost hadn’t noticed the front of her tank top soaking through. At first she’d thought the mess was disgusting, but after a moment, she began to enjoy it. What was so wrong with it? Justin was cute anyway, she liked him, and after all, it was just cum. He probably didn’t even mean to do it.
The second time had been roughly a week later, and this time it had been Celeste’s own fault. She was proud of it, too – a little stimulation while she’d been playing absently with it, using her tongue and tits and eventually her pussy, and he’d cum all over her pussy, painting her sweet pink folds white. She hadn’t bothered to clean up, instead leaving the result of her manipulations in her panties and going about her day.