Afternoon detention

My birthday was a school day like any other. Well, almost. When class was finished in the afternoon, mr. Jenkins asked me to stay around. He started discussing an essay I had done recently, but when the last of my classmates had left the room, he abruptly changed subject.

“So you’ve turned eighteen today, right? Well, happy birthday!”

I blushed a bit, honored that he had taken an interest in remembering my birthday, and said: “Thank you.”

“So you’re a legal adult now. It means you can do what you please. “

He was apparently waiting for some kind of response, but I had no idea what to respond to, so I just nodded, smiled and looked back at him.

“Oh come on, Sarah. We don’t need to fool each other. You’ve been flirting with me for months. You weren’t just a tease, right? “

It was as if a cold hand gripped my heart in a fist, and squeezed. He had noticed! And… he responded! I lowered my eyes, just managing to utter: “No, mr. Jenkins…” in a meek voice.

“Good! “He reached for the belt of his jeans, and said: “Then get on your knees, girl!”

This was the real mr. jenkins, getting to the core of a matter in a few sentences. There wasn’t even a trace of resistance in me. His voice was so compelling, so imperative, there would have been no room for that. I just obeyed him, sinking to my knees. He stepped up to me, releasing his dick from his underpants by hauling his balls across the elastic band. He pushed it forward, and said: “This is what you wanted all that time, right? Well, so did I! I’ve been looking forward to sinking him between those pretty lips… make you gobble! Well, our waiting is over… suck it up, babe! “

I think all the other girls in my class would have screamed and protested by now. Well except Pam Cohmer maybe, so much the class slut that the boys considered bragging about making out with her to be a clear sign of weakness.

And except me. I didn’t scream or protest, I just parted my lips to allow him entrance. He didn’t waste time. Hissing “keep your hands away or I’ll tie them away!”, he shoved his rod right in, and kept pushing it, claiming my entire oral cavity straight away and driving for my throat. He tasted like he hadn’t had a shower in a while. He smelled of musk and sweat. It suited the wild bolt of raw energy cracking my jaws open.

I gagged and had a reflex to shriek back, but suddenly his hands were in my hair, and he pulled my head even closer to him, forcing even more dick inches into my throat.

I had gossiped with the other girls, of course, and I guessed he wanted a blow job now, and that I should practice my theoretical knowledge about sucking the penis in and out; but he didn’t need me to do anything at all. Each of his hands twisted itself a knot of my long school girl hair together, and gripped it tight. It created a very efficient hold on my head. Then he started pumping his hips, driving his dick into my face in fast and fierce thrusts.

I was rooted to the spot, completely paralyzed by his rough treatment. Maybe I was shocked, just a little bit, about decent mr. Jenkins banging away at his pupil’s mouth. But I certainly wasn’t offended, distressed, in agony, or anything like that. Well, I had some trouble getting air, but that merely added to the sensations of the fierce bolts of excitement rushing through my body. Despite everything my parents had taught me, I immediately realized: This is what it means to be a woman. This is what I want.

He didn’t take very long. After a few minutes, I felt a thick spurt of sticky goo deep in my mouth. I swallowed, and it was gone. Immediately I felt his dick lose its rock hard power. It got soft and it shrunk considerably, before he pulled up his pants and hid it in there again. He turned away from me without a glance, gesturing his hand for me to leave, just adding in a flat voice: “Tomorrow, same time, same place. “

I got back to my feet, and left him alone in the classroom. Maybe I should have felt dirty, or disappointed, or even guilty. None of that though. As I walked the long corridor to the main school entrance, I felt jubilant and happy. The tang of his spunk in my mouth tasted like the memory of a sweet delicacy, a gift I had received, maybe forbidden but much appreciated. Despite, or maybe because, my lap hadn’t received any attention at all, it was in hectic turmoil, the bolts of electric heat rushing up and down it in an unprecedented way.

I rushed home, yelled to my parents that I had lots of homework, and locked myself in my room. I hardly needed to incite my orgasm, it already levitated above me when I threw myself on the bed and landed in my pussy almost as soon as I touched it. I gave it less than ten seconds to recover, indulging in the wonderful events of the day; then my hand restarted a slow rub. And he would receive me again tomorrow! I convinced myself, he wouldn’t just pierce my mouth then, he would unveil my private parts and desecrate them, and I would gasp and moan when he did… I came again, and again, and again, until sleep overwhelmed me. My mom had to wake me up for dinner, a curious look on her face, but not asking anything.

I greeted the next day with a singing anticipation, but I would be disappointed. During our morning break, a police car stopped by the school. The principal came to the classroom and asked if mr. Jenkins could join her for a minute. Ample minutes later, mr. Jenkins was escorted out to the car in handcuffs. All kinds of rumors immediately started circulating in the school population like buzzing flies, though there was little we actually knew. When some pieces of the puzzle finally came together, it was obvious that I hadn’t been the only girl mr. Jenkins had had a special interest for. One of the parents had wrung the story from his daughter, and taken it to the police. Testimonies from other girls followed. Mr. Jenkins would not be here this afternoon to soothe my juvenile thirst, nor any of the afternoons in the future; he was facing a long jail time. I could have cried, but somehow managed to keep the tears inside. I just bowed my head down to my books and pretended to study.

That afternoon, TRAP activated.