Serial - School Life Part 6

You stand stock still yourself, you couldn't believe this was happening.  Diwata's dark eyes look to yours...and she smiles.  You can't help but to smile back.  Weird as this was...it was also fucking awesome!

Slowly you begin to knead her oh so soft, oh so supple little breast.  It was different than you'd imagined.  It wasn't springy or squishy in the way you expected, like soft rubber or silicone.  It was very soft at first then firming up in it's resistance to your hand.  It had a texture to it inside.  It was so warm.  So familiar yet strangely foreign, it was flesh but you had nothing on your body that felt anything close to this. It was a miracle of flesh.  It was a little piece of heaven in your hand.  You like it, you like it a lot.

As you rub and fondle her tit her smile widens, she bites her bottom lip nervously.  She was enjoying this at least just as much as you were.  She leans into your touch, taking a baby step toward you as well.  Seemingly impatient for more.  You simply relish this moment, really savoring that incredible warm squishy lump. You would have given anything you had for a moment like this, and here she was just letting you do this to her.

Your smile grows as well, you were a kid in a candy store!  Taking your other hand you grab her other breast, a little harder this time.  She lets out another soft sigh.  This encourages you on.  As you continue to press and feel the left cupped in your hand you begin lightly feeling the nipple of the right between your fingers.  This felt different too.  The nipple bigger, stiffer, fatter than yours.  Her succulent dark bud and it's soft yet rough texture pressed between the pads of your index finger and thumb.

“Talk to her Christopher.”  A voice from nowhere.  You startle.  In the quiet intimacy of the moment you'd actually forgotten where you were.  “Tell her what you think of her slut body.”

You look up to her face, suddenly eager to talk.  “You're so beautiful Diwata!  You are so beautiful!”

Diwata's smile disappears and she looks stunned.  She looks toward the desk unsure of what to do with that.  She seemed suddenly nervous about this, as if this wasn't how this was supposed to go.  Ms Davenport chastises you from her desk.  “Enough of that talk or you'll have to take your seat.”  Gah!  Another rule of Lit Club, it seems you couldn't say anything nice about Diwata.  You sure as hell didn't want to have to take your seat. “Dig down Christopher, beneath those flowery feelings.  To your real primal self.  To your raw appetites.  She's not a nice girl, she's a fucking slut.  Those sad little titties your manhandling, they're not round and full like Kayla's.  Now Kayla's are big and beautiful, Diwata's are small and droopy and fucking pathetic.”

You hear the teacher's chair move and some rustling though you were too mesmerized by the girl you were groping to turn and look.  In a low breathy voice Ms Davenport says to you.  “Come on Christopher, tell her.”

You were starting to catch on.  Evidently during someone's “day” it was their turn to be the target of insults from the others.  What a strange club this was.

If you didn't want to sit down you'd better start talking.  You look over the writing on her body again, taking your cues from there.  “Y-you're...a fucktoy Diwata.”  You say unsteadily.  The “slut's” smile returns, you feel her breathing pick up again, she leaned back toward you again.  This was some kinky shit you'd found yourself in the middle of.

From behind you hear someone else was getting off on this as well.  “Mmmm.  That's it Christopher.  Keep going.”  You go to turn your head toward the teacher but she snaps.  “Eyes on the slut!”

“Of course.  I'm...looking at you.  I'm feeling your...tits...slut.”  You were so new to all this, you were doing your best.  You weren't used to talking to people like this.  Once more you look at the words on her body for guidance.  “You...have a filthy cunt...for fucking...you slut.  Trash girl.”  

Another low moan could be heard behind you.  “Mmmmm.”  Ms Davenport was definitely playing with herself, you had no doubt.

Diwata presses forward, pushing her breasts hard into your hands.  They sandwich and flatten between your palms and her chest.  She whispers just loud enough for you to hear.  “That's it.  Harder.”

You press back into her tits a little harder, grasping them now.  Careful not to be too rough however.  These wonderfully soft titties felt so delicate, you didn't want to hurt her.

The girl's patience had run out.  Reaching up she suddenly grabs your right hand, pulling it down swiftly she juts herself forward.  Before you knew it the pads of your fingers now pressed firmly against her slit.  Your eyes are wide as you look at her stunned.  Holding your hand firmly there in hers she begins to grind herself on your open hand.  Quite literally using your hand to masturbate herself with.

Kayla burst into laughter.  “Couldn't even wait for him!  Ha ha ha!”  Kayla guffaws, then lets out a horribly racist sounding fake accent.  “She so horny!  She love him long time!  Ha ha ha ha!”

Your middle finger was currently sliding up and down a very hot wet slit while your palm is forcefully jammed against her clit and bald mound.  She is bucking and grinding against you in a strong steady motion.  She says in a breathy sigh.  “Unnnggg...  Talk to me Chris...come on...come on...”

“It's so wet.”  You blurt out.  “Your pussy...”

“Ohhhh...fucking call it a cunt...a sloppy wet fuck hole.”  Ms Davenport moans, she was enjoying this so much!

Diwata continues this repetitive grinding for some time.  Getting more and more excited as she went.  She then pulls back just a bit further on the next motion and with her fingers guides your middle finger up inside of her.  Your digit sliding into a tight wet smooth warm tunnel of flesh.  The girl continues her firm rhythmic motions as your finger slides in and out of her pussy.

“Awww...awwwww...”  Diwata sighs.  You could see a flush darkening her tan cheeks.  Her eyes would widen then narrow almost in time with her rocking pelvis.

“Come on Chris, finger fuck that slut!” Kayla cheers you on.

You go to do so but Diwata holds you firm, she seemed to know exactly what she wanted.  You were happy to let her do it.  Her right hand comes up suddenly to grab the shoulder of your school jacket, she grips it in her hand, using you to hold herself up.  Her left hand keeps your hand in place as she gets herself off.

Fuck, you wanted to say more, you wanted to do more, to get into the spirit of all this.  But this was all so overwhelming.  All you can do now is watch this beautiful Filipino's quivering body as she rubs herself to climax.

Gripping the cloth of your jacket even hard she lets out a small breathless grunt as her whole body shakes and bends.  Her voice is caught in her throat as she contorts to the pleasure coursing through her.  You could feel her womanly wetness tighten around your impaling middle finger.

“There she goes!”  Kayla cheers.  “Mount Saint Diwata blows her top for all to see. Ha ha ha ha!  Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha!”

Her friends laughter just seems to make her feel it all the more.  Leaning forward she buries her face in your shoulder and finally lets out the cry she'd been unable to release thus far.  “OHHHMMMM!!!  Fuck!  OHHHHHHH!”

Your other hand instinctively reaches around to hold her by the back to steady her as she leans her weight against you and cums hard and long. You stroke her long silky smooth hair as she finishes.

Out of breath, a silly smile on her face, she looks up to you and lets out a little laugh.  She pulls your hand away, your finger sliding from that wonderful place.  “I'm so bad.”  She says contently.

“Do you want to suck a cock slut?  In front of everyone.  Do you want to show them how bad you really are?”  The teachers voice comes suddenly and forcefully, let out between deep long breaths.  The usual control in her voice not there as her arousal at this display seems to have claimed her cool composure.  

Your heart skips a beat.  Suck a cock?  Suck a cock!  You were the only male in the room...oh sweet Jesus!  You were so fucking hard by this point.  You'd never been so hard and ready for release in your whole life!  You could feel a steady stream of precum smearing across the inside of your pants.  A woman was about to touch your dick!  A real live woman was about to suck your cock!  Happy days!

Diwata's eyes were still trained on Ms Davenport.  She nods.  “Yes Ma'am!  I want to suck a cock.  I'll do my best, like a proper little cock sucker.  Like the slut that I am.”

Your eyes are as wide as they can be, your mouth agape as you stare at her.  Should you pull down your pants?  Was she going to do that?  This was actually happening!  You were frozen for a moment...and completely unprepared for what happened next.

“Then get your whore mouth over here slut!”  Ms Davenport commands.  “Show us your true colors as a wanton cock sucker.”

Pulling back from you Diwata lets you go then walks around past you back toward Ms Davenport.  You stand facing the wall utterly confused and bitterly disappointed.  A delectable fruit brought so close then cruelly snatched away.  But...she had said cock sucker...you had the only cock in the room.  Where was she going?  What was going on here?

Turning around you see the teacher had pushed out from her desk and had turned her chair toward you to watch the show.  Her long dress was pulled up and gathered around her waist, her thick legs were wide open.  Diwata's slender body approaching her teacher blocked most of the view.  The scrawled words “Teacher's Pet” moving up and down on the cheeks of her little ass as she walked.

“Take a seat boy.”  Your teacher instructs you.

What the hell was happening right now?