Hannah

"I knew it!" shouted Haley, as she turned around to face her best friend. "No one can resist Old Beauty Eyes here. I'm jealous. I always thought I'd get to fuck you first."

You were a little surprised at cock-hungry Haley's first inkling of lesbian attraction, but ignored it as you approached Hannah and stood over her, trying to appear as menacingly as possible. "Let's fuck."

She gulped and nodded.

Miss Angela's desk was cleared. "Are you sure this is the best place for you to do your business?" Asked your homeroom teacher as she removed the pencil sharpener and laptop to a side table.

"Yeah," you said, non-committedly as you slipped off your shirt with your back to the audience. It was Hannah's turn to be shy, as she had a hard time stripping down in front of everybody. But a look at your face, and locking eyes with hers seemed to steel her heart and give her the firmness to strip down.

You lost sight of her lovely eyes as you moved down to her lovely breasts and the subtle tussle of black hair between her legs. She tried to cover a little with her hands, but a nod from you convinced her otherwise and she exposed herself for all to see.

And capture, as you heard a distinctive click from someone's cell phone app. "Hey, no pictures!" shouted Miss Angela as Hannah covered up and you turned around to seeing her scold Kelly for taking a photo of this incident. From this angle, you could spot several, even Haley, surreptitiously recording this event on their phone, as is high school tradition these days. The recording, not the fucking.

You turn around and say, "Don't worry about it, teach. I want someone to record this just so I can prove this is real." Miss Angela soon arrives by the side of her desk as Kelly is apparently free to film at his own recognizance.

You grab Hannah by her arms and lean in close. "Lie down," you say, in a low enough tone that only she can hear you, even though the class can guess what is happening. She nods and lays on the desk, her feet dangling off the sides exposing herself in the most open way possible even though her arms still cover her breasts. A blanket is folded and placed under Hannah's head as you prepare to enter her.

But... you look down in dismay as your cock does not obey you. Unerect even after all that has occurred, you look left to the crowd as they snicker and silently cajole, and you feel two feet tall under their scrutiny. This was not how you had it planned. This was not going well. You begin breathing heavily, trying to stroke yourself to erection, but nothing was happening. You look at the time, and stroke harder. Faster.

"Is everything, okay, John?" asked Miss Angela and Hannah almost simultaneously. You wave them off.

"Yeah, it's fine!" you say, defensively, as you almost try to push your floppy dick into Hannah's cunt. This was not working out well. "C'mon..." you say silently, yet loudly enough for the two nearest women to hear.

"It happens," says Hannah, dejectedly, as she starts to scoot away.

"No!" you grab her and stop her exit. "It's been almost three hours!"

Miss Angela is behind you now, and reaches around to grasp your cock. "We can do this," she whispers into your ear as she kisses your neck and strokes you.

Her hand is joined by Hannah's as she somehow spreads herself even wider (is she a gymnast?). "Hey," she says, as her other hand grasps her face and turns it to her, now-sitting form. "Don't look at them. Look at me. I'm the one you're fucking. Not them."

You take her sage advice, and with Miss Angela's help, your cock frees itself from its sullen state. Now at full mast, Miss Angela guides you towards her favorite student who smiles as her dripping orifice is ready for its defloration. You grasp Hannah's side and break free of Angela's grip as you push forward. A cry echoes through the halls as Hannah accepts more than she is able.

Your heart sinks, but your hard-on is stable as you pull out and push in. What was easy with well-fucked Caitlin, Mom, and Dr. Nikita, was a bit more of a struggle with this fresh virgin. Or, not-so-virgin, as the case may be, as you spot the remains of that status drip down to further stain the homeroom teacher's desk. "It's okay," she silently mouths as tears roll down her eyes. They roll down yours too, as you didn't want to hurt her, but God this felt so good.

You grope her breast as she sits up and you embrace her, kissing and slobbering like any good teenager could, while you continue to plug her newly widened entrance. She finally moans into your mouth, confirmation that it's not all bad, as you grunt into hers. You slowly, but assuredly, deposit what was building up and killing you into this sweet Asian girl, the girl of your dreams, as you look into her eyes. "Sorry," you say, one side feeling guilt over your need to fuck her.

"Don't be," she says, coming down off her high while you are cumming into her.

The bell rings, but the class doesn't make any quick attempt to exit.