Idle hands

His hands trembling to the point where he had trouble flipping over the blank piece of paper that stood in for the title page of the essay that he was to review, Scott let out a low groan practically as soon as he’d managed to turn it and started reading.
Pretty much from the first paragraph of the essay, it was perfectly clear to Scott that the story before him was either an homage to or a parody of his favourite author, as it set the scene of a rather skilfully set the scene of a suave British agent stumbling upon a beach just as a gorgeous, bikini-clad blonde emerged from the water.

Having prepared himself to offer a few positive notes on the introduction of the short story, Scott was kept from doing so when he accidentally caught a peek of the next paragraph, and the sound of his pen hitting the desk after falling from his hand could be heard through classroom as he sat completely still, the only parts of him currently moving being his eyes and lips as he read his way through an astonishingly lurid and detailed description of the story’s female character, noting somewhere in the back of his mind that the original Honey Ryder had been neither quite so voluptuous or clad in such a tiny bikini.

By the time that the almost obsessively detailed description of the blonde had gotten to how the bottom of her white teardrop-bikini was disappearing up between the bald lips of her dripping wet sex, Scott was shifting anxiously in his seat, trying to maintain his composure as best he could as he finally tore his gaze away from the essay and proceeded to shake his wrist before picking up the pen and trying his best to organize his thoughts.

Unsurprisingly, Scott’s struggle to formulate his thoughts soon had his gaze wandering over towards Tanya, and the young Southerner felt the familiar tingling sensation of raw lust and deep affection as he took in the sparkle in her eyes and how her lips were formed into a thin, interested smile as she sat engrossed in the story that she’d been handed.

Thinking that she hadn’t noticed him looking at her, Scott first found it cute when she raised her pencil up to the corner of her mouth and appeared to be about to start chewing on it, but then a familiar sensation flowed through him as she slid the pencil so that it was positioned pretty much exactly between her chin and her nose and opened her lips wide before thrusting her head downwards until only the tip of the pencil, currently caught between her delicate fingers, was left out of her mouth.

Without actually allowing the pencil to come into direct contact with her mouth, Tanya bobbed her head up and down its length several times over, mimicking the treatment that she’d subjected Scott’s cock to on several occasions since they’d first met, until she finally placed it back on the table and looked over at him to shoot him a very naughty smile.

Gulping as he heard Tanya’s low, soft chuckle leave her mouth, Scott grinned at his girlfriend and shook his head, wondering to himself just how he’d be able to go an whole hour without touching her as he turned away from her and tried to come up with something to say about the short story.

After having scribbled down a few sentences of feedback that he wasn’t at all pleased with, Scott looked up again, this time making an effort not to glance over at Tanya but instead allowing his gaze to wander across the classroom until it came upon Gemma, his mouth dropping at how the curvy Asian girl was currently sitting leaned back in her chair, her left leg slung across the desk and her right hand buried down her teeny thong as she held the essay in her left one, her right arm moving in slow, rhythmic motions while she read the short story.

Starting to fear that his trousers wouldn’t quite make it to the end of the class without sustaining some serious tearing, Scott decided to focus on his task again, another low groan coming from him as it dawned on him after he’d read a few words that the description of the blonde was still far from over.

Eventually getting to the end of it, and describing it with a few superlative words of praise, Scott went on from the description of the blonde to work his way through the initial banter between her and the so far unknown British agent.

Raising an eyebrow when the blonde introduced herself as Ana Loving and thinking that it was at least a more classy attempt at a name for a Bond Girl than anything that had showed up in the Austin Powers movies, Scott was well-read enough to have to fight the urge to start laughing uncontrollably when the British agent in turn gave his name with the words “Bigglesworth, James Bigglesworth.”

At this point, Scott felt something brush against one of his hands and looked up to find that Tanya was gently stroking the back of his left hand while glancing at him with a quizzing gleam in her eyes, as if she was silently asking him if she should continue.

Recalling Mrs. Grayson’s promise of a shared reward if he and Tanya could keep from touching each other during class, Scott still nodded his head at the beautiful black girl, and was rewarded for it by her guiding her hand away from his and steering it down between his legs to carefully rub it against his rock-hard member.
Mrs. Grayson didn’t protest it when Scott and Tanya leaned closer together, though the two of them certainly weren’t the first of the students to start pleasuring each other as their lips came together and Scott felt Tanya slip her tongue into his mouth.

Wrestling tongues with Tanya, Scott moved his left hand in between her thighs and soon had her belt and the front of her tight hip-hugger pants undone, prompting her to retract her hand from his crotch and to break off their kiss, leaving him to watch in silence how she raised her juicy off her seat and used both hands to slide her pants down to her knees, revealing along the way that her non-existent bra was matched by a pair of missing panties.

“Scott…” Tanya was soon uttering his name in a throaty gasp as Scott felt her hand grab hold of his left wrist, stopping him from continuing with his eager caressing of her aroused slit, interfering with the movement of his fingers just as he was about to tease her clit one more time.

“Sorry,” Scott grinned as Tanya leaned in to plant a kiss on his right cheek, her breasts pressing against his side and threatening to come spilling out of her skimpy top.

Scott and Tanya both then resumed their reading of the essays, and he had just gotten to the bit where Miss Loving was about to complete her deepthroating of James Bigglesworth’s cock when Tanya’s right hand reached in under his arms and he felt his trousers come undone.

Moments later, Scott was leaning back in his seat as Tanya stroked his tumescent fuckpiece, the dark-skinned grinning at him lewdly and licking her lips before diving in with her head and catching the plump, purple head of his prick between her lips.
Grabbing hold of the back of Tanya’s head, Scott pushed her mouth down onto his cock, leading her to engulf almost half of it in one swift motion that very nearly sent her falling out of her seat, two legs of which were lifted off the floor as tendrils of her drool were sent running down towards his balls.

So caught up with the divine sensation of having Tanya expertly suck his cock was Scott that it was only thanks to her sagacity in deciding when to stop that he was kept from having all the cum flowing around in his scrotum being geysered down her throat, with him nearly blowing his load as she kissed his cockhead before resuming her reading.