Spreading for teacher(3)

His body was levered at an odd angle. He was about two inches up her twat and holding back the power needed to break her maidenhead.

"Go on! I want you so bad!"

"You're a Goddamn virgin," he repeated. "I haven't had a virgin in more years than I can remember. You really want me to go on and pop it?"

"Yes, I want you more than life itself! Yes, yes, yes! Go on!"

"Remember you asked for it. God," he muttered to himself, "a real live virgin and all mine! Love it to death!"

And then his hips were arching downward and his cock was fucking hard into her juicy cunt.

"Miss Wilson," came the cold voice, "are you paying any attention at all? Are you feeling all right?"

Fawn opened her eyes and then wiped the sweat from her eyebrows. She had forgotten where she was. The rest of the history class was staring at her.

She heard Phyllis saying, "Must be having a hot flash."

And Stan answering, "Hell no. She was getting her rocks off. Look where her hand is."

Guiltily, she took her hand out from under her skirt. It was completely drenched in her own pussy fluids. She knew her panties were soaked through and through and that a large wet spot was on her dress. As long as she stayed seated, no one would notice. Maybe.

"Miss Wilson," Jack Harris repeated. "I asked if you were ill."

"No, I'm okay. I was just a little dizzy. I guess."

He frowned and shook his head. "I suggest, then, that you pay more attention to class."

She numbly nodded. This time it was worse than it had ever been before. There was something about Jack Harris that really got to her.

She sat back and tried to look interested in the boring lecture on Napoleon. Or was it England? She couldn't remember and didn't really care one way or the other.

It was her teacher she was most interested in.

She'd heard it was natural for a schoolgirl to get a crush on a handsome teacher. No one had ever told her it'd be this bad. She lived to come to this class and just watch Mr. Harris. He was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen.

Her daydreams had been getting more and more violent. The one today, with her actually diddling her clit, had almost been enough to get her run out of class. The other kids knew the score. She listened to them whispering back and forth about it.

"… I tell you she was actually doing it! Yeah, I saw her hand under her skirt."

"God, I wish she'd let me get my hand all the way up there!" came a huskier voice.

"You and me both! But I bet she's too small for both of us at the same time!"

"Love to find out!"

"Hush! Mr. Harris is…"

"Would you please be quiet?" came the teacher's deep voice. "I know it's getting late and you would prefer to be outside. Or anywhere else, for that matter, but we still have another ten minutes of class."

A few grumbles, but, for the most part, the class quieted down. The time was an eternity for most of them but Fawn had the opportunity to see her teacher, her love, just walk back and forth across the front of the room as he lectured.

The man wore incredibly tight pants that accentuated his ass. The smooth flow of his buttocks as he walked made Fawn all wet in the crotch again. She couldn't help herself. He was everything that she envisioned the perfect lover as being.

He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome. The long, angular nose might have put some girls off, but not her. She thought the hawk-like prow was incredibly sexy.

Most of all, the man was well-muscled. And he was just old enough, perhaps all of twenty-five, to be tantalizing to the teenager. He didn't seem old and dried up like so many of her teachers.

Fawn swallowed hard as her eyes followed his every movement. If only it hadn't been a daydream! If only Jack had taken her into his arms, his bed, and made wild, passionate love to her.

For him, she'd gladly lose her cherry.

Her mother always told her she should save it for the right man. Fawn was certain Jack was the perfect man for her. No one else came within miles of matching him.

She loved him desperately and he didn't seem to even notice her except in class. And then it was only to correct her.

She sighed and licked her lips nervously. If there were only some way to make him notice her.

Fawn cringed as the bell rang loudly. Class was over for another day. And she'd have to live through hell waiting to see her love again. She'd never get used to it.

The girl simply knew that one day she'd go crazy without Jack Harris.




***



Fawn had dumped her books in her locker and was reluctantly making her way out of the building when she heard a familiar voice.

Jack's!

She didn't mean to spy on him but couldn't help herself. She heard his voice loudly raised, angry, and had to see what was happening. Under the stairway she saw Jack arguing with a smaller, more compact man.