Serial - School Life Part 3

You exit the room and carefully close the door behind you.  That had been so surreal.  It almost felt like you'd imagined it.  You stare at the closed door to Ms Davenport's class for a time before finally turning to leave.  Down the hall was a group of three of your classmates huddled together and looking at you, their expressions dark and curious.  As you make your way down the hall their eyes follow you.  Joshua was there along with two girls, Kayla and Diwata.  The two girls were almost opposites of each other.  Kayla was a heavy set black girl and Diwata was a skinny little thing of some sort of South-East Asian ancestry.  Both were quiet girls, Diwata being down right shy.

As you slowly walk by Joshua's expression only darkens, that look of envy from before still there.  Kayla looks curious, as if really looking at you for the first time.  Diwata watches you just a moment before turning away, a little smile playing on her lips.  Not a word is spoken as you pass them.  Picking up your pace you hurry along.

Turning round the corner, still sort of watching the creepy trio over your shoulder, you run straight into the big burly chest of Terence.  The alpha bully of the school.  The brute's instincts were cruel ones and in a fluid motion he shoves you roughly to the ground in front of him.

“Watch where you're going dipshit!”  He growls.

You blush with embarrassment as you shoot a sideways look toward the three watching you.  You get to your feet.  “Sorry Terence.”  You mumble, your eyes stare at his feet.

“What the fuck you three nerds looking at?”  He snaps to the others.  They turn their backs and form a little circle between themselves.

He continues walking and shoulder checks past you, sending hard against the nearby wall.  Rubbing your shoulder you scurry off without a backward glance.  Fucking jerk.  You'd think in a school as strict and disciplined as Primcrest that guys like him wouldn't be allowed.  You'd be wrong though.  Bullying and social natural selection seemed encouraged by the administration, all part of the old school character building aspect of the Academy you supposed.  As long as it stayed between students and didn't get too out of hand they generally turned a blind eye.  Guys like Terence got to walk the halls like the cock of the walk.

You hurry along down the dark wood halls toward the connected men's dorm.  You rush through the common rooms to get to your room without even acknowledging the others.  You close the door behind you with a slam.  The thoughts of bullies and the watching eyes of that trio of classmates soon fades from your memory as you begin reliving the scene with Ms Davenport.  It was so...strange.  Erotic, but in a weird sort of way.  The way she looked at you...that hunger and desire in her piercing hazel eyes...you'd never had a woman look at you like that before.

But...  The carrying of the bust though, what was that about?  What had that proven?  Now she knew how weak you were, you feel a pang of humiliation as you remember her moving it with so much more ease back to where it beloned..  Her strange morality speech, what was that about?  And her flirting?  Bending over for her, sucking on her finger, kneeling for her, the way she'd felt up your ass, the way she undressed you with her eyes...it all seemed topsy turvy somehow.  Like she was the man and you were the woman.  Sure, you'd fantasized about a teacher being hot for you, but that wasn't how it was supposed to go.  You had left that room more confused than horny, though you were still plenty horny.

She'd told you not to wear underwear tomorrow...

Dropping your bookbag you hurry to your laptop.  Straight onto Pornhub.  You were lucky enough to have gotten a single suite.  It was cramped and it was humble, but it was your own so no interrupting roommates to worry about.  Your fingers fly over the keyboard, “PAWG” is typed into the search bar.  Fast as you can you page through a couple clicks to find a woman that looks relatively close to your gorgeous teacher.  Earbuds are in and you hit play, with well practiced efficiency you whip out your hard wiener and take it in hand.

Sitting back you really get into it, your hand working your slender five incher furiously.  Your mind puts you into the scene.  That was her fat ass slamming up and down on top of you...that was your big thick cock plowing into her...those were her lustful moans...that was your strong hand slapping her big round ass...yeah...fuck yeah...you'd fuck her good when you had the chance...

Through the din of your own building excitement and the lewd sounds of the video suddenly comes Ms Davenport's authoritative voice.

“...bend over...”  Her firm sultry voice echoes in your swimming lust fueled consciousness.  “...bend over...”

You let out a little moan.  “Yes Ms Davenport.”  You whisper to the empty room.

“...you're not very strong...even the girls do better than that...”  She mocks.

“Ohhhh...Yes Ma'am.”  You whimper.  The sights and sounds of the video now providing a background to your active imagination.

“...Kneel down...”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“...Suck it...”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“...you are pretty little thing...little boys like you...just the tip...boy...suck it...just the tip...boy...bend over...”

You moan, your hand flying fast up and down.  “Yes Ma'am!  Yes Ma'am!”  Your voice was rising.  You could almost feel her finger between your lips, almost feel her hand groping your ass.

“...little boys like you...pretty little thing...bend over...”  That cool commanding face watching you.

“Ooooooh...Yes...Ma'am...”

“...don't wear underwear...suck it...bend over...kneel down...suck it...even the girls do better...suck it...bend over...bend over...suck it...”  Her repeating voice getting more urgent with every commanding word.  Your eyes distant yet focused on that big white round ass bouncing up and down and up and down on the screen.  The sounds of hard sex in your ears mingling with her velvet voice.

“Yesss....Ma....”

“...you little FUCKING cunt boy!”

“Unghhhhhhh!”  You groan as blast your load up onto your school shirt.  In your hurry you hadn't even taken precautions, you reach for the box of tissues nearby and in your hurry knock it away from you, sending it tumbling off the desk. You give up on that and just embrace the feeling.  You continue your long sigh of pleasure as you make a sticky mess of your previously spotless white shirt.  “Unghhhhhh!”  You milk yourself for every drop you had as you imagine those intense eyes watching you, as if she was here right now.  “...unghhh....ohhh...”

A smile slowly spreads across your face as you let out a breath and let go of your cock.  You hit stop on the video, it was barely a quarter of the way through, and let your arms fall to your side.  Your right hand was warm and wet with some of your jizz.  

Your stern teacher's whispered words fade in your ears.  “...I've taken an interest in you...do you want my special attention boy?”

You let out a long soft sigh.  “Yes Ms Davenport.”

Part 4