Of Course, I’m Late To School

The School, St. Augustine Private School, was a reasonable walking distance from Uncle Tony’s house, and I ran there after leaving Aunt Saige awkwardly. It was a bit difficult at first with the erection I was sporting, but as soon as the blood started flowing in my body, my erection disappeared, and the only thing I had on my mind was not being late again.

I was out of breath as I entered the school and panting, my hands on my thighs bent over. The hallways were pretty clear. Not good. I was late. I checked my phone and was late by ten minutes. Was I really making out with Aunt Saige for that long? And what happened back there? Was she always into me like that?

Trying to calm down I walked towards English class. I looked in the door window, and the class was already in session. Ms. Glenn was at the front teaching. She was a blonde woman in her forties with glasses and a face that alternated between stern and motherly depending on how well you did in her class. I grimaced and opened the door and nonchalantly went towards my desk at the back. The teacher, Ms. Glenn stopped her lesson as I walked in and stared in frustration at me. The rest of the class all stared at me as I walked towards my empty desk and sat down, pretending nothing had happened. I pulled out a notebook.

“Late again, Adam?” Ms. Glenn asked contemptuously.

I shrugged and smiled faintly and brought out a pencil and tried to make myself disappear in my seat.

Ms. Glenn sighed. “Adam, you are an adult. Part of being an adult is time management and showing up to places on time. Get up here. Now.”

Oh god. Why me.

I slouched and got up and went towards the front of the class, trying to hide my shame. I could feel all the classes’ eyes staring at me as I stood at the front. Was Ms. Glenn going to hit me with her ruler? What was the point of this?

My eyes bulged at what happened next. Ms. Glenn hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties and left them on her desk. I looked around trying to comprehend what was happening. None of the class seem to even react to this. Some people were silently looking down, trying to glance looks at their phones. Other pairs of friends were whispering to each other, things utterly unrelated to the bizarre scene in front of the class. Yet others just stared directly ahead with a bored let’s-get-this-over-with expression.

I was frozen as Ms. Glenn came over towards me and shoved me down on my knees. I was facing her cunt directly, her bare lips in front of me covered with a neatly trimmed bush of fair pubic hair. I could smell her musk from here and the scent of her sex interlaced with smells of Dove soap and chamomile. My head kept darting from her cunt back to the class and up towards her. Ms. Glenn had an annoyed expectant look on her face, the one she gave me when she had always asked for my assignments.

“Well, Adam? Are you just going to stare at it? Start eating my pussy,” Ms. Glenn said firmly.

What? What the hell was going on.

Ms. Glenn looked annoyed and then shoved my face towards her sex. My mouth pressed up against her, nose buried in her fair pubic hair. I tried to look away, I was reddening. Ms. Glenn stared down in a bit of frustration and then said, “Adam, we have to get on with the class. Start eating my cunt, or you are going to stay after class, and you won’t leave until you put three loads in my cunt.”

My eyes darted toward the classroom. I had no idea what was going on. Maybe I died in that accident. That’s it. I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue and just went with the flow. Fuck it. Ms. Glenn stared down, and her mouth gaped as I lapped at her lips and ate her. Her eyes fluttered, and she stared back up. She pressed the back of my head towards her and buried me deep between her legs and started her lesson.

My eyes were held shut in embarrassment, and I reddened. What the hell was going on? I was kneeling there in front of class sucking on Ms. Glenn’s cunt lips while she went on with her lesson, my tongue lapping her pussy. At some instructions, from a ragged voice Ms. Glenn, they discussed Shakespeare’s Othello and some themes and our class reading on it. The sound was the back and forth of Ms. Glenn pointing at students to read passages and my mouth's slobbering noises on her cunt. I opened my eyes again to see what was going on, my face at this point covered in Ms. Glenn’s juices. I looked up and could see Ms. Glenn’s contorted face as she gently patted the back of my head as one of the students, Tommy, stood and read, “For when my outward action doth demonstrate…”

Ms. Glenn’s lips were quivering, and she let out soft sobbing sounds under her breath as she dug her fingers into the back of my head, her hips trembling above my face and grinding on my lips and tongue. Finally, Ms. Glenn’s whole body convulsed, she closed her eyes and made an O with her mouth and let out quick short breaths like she was trying to cool hot broth and breathed in deeply, her knees buckling and cunt moist.

“But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve. For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.” The student, Tommy, finished reading.

Ms. Glenn pulled my face from her cunt and said, “Excellent Tommy... Adam, you may return back to your seat. Show up late to my class again, and I’m going to have to ride you hard, young man.”

I got up and rubbed my mouth with the back of my forearm. I anxiously walked towards my seat trying to cover the huge tent that was in my pants, but nobody seemed to mind. I reached in my bag for wet-naps I kept hoarding in my bag and cleaned my face off.

“Does anyone know what Iago meant by this?” Ms. Glenn said straightening out her dress and putting on her panties, resuming the lesson.

The rest of the class went on as usual, but I was dazed in my own thoughts. What was going on? Whenever I get punished it's always sexual in nature?

One class ended and the next class started, and I was wondering if more shenanigans were going to go on there too.