...now conquer her

You look over at Mr. Book, who, if he is impressed at all, is hiding it well. You think to yourself again that you’re glad that it’s not you who was chosen. Mr. Book is clearly hard to get going.

“Mr. Book, I… hmmm… I seem to be a little bit wet. I mean, wet, yeah, but, you know… wet. I was hoping you might ask Wren if she would… help me out,” you said, and at the same time you got up from Wren’s lap, walked to Mark, and sat on the edge of his desk, legs apart.

“Why yes Danielle, I was thinking very much along the same lines. Surely we can all agree that that would not be something the young lady would do under her own will, yes? Young lady, would you kindly crawl over to Danielle and stimulate her to orgasm orally?”

With the same placid look on her face, Wren got off her chair, and started crawling over to you on her hands and knees, her breasts and butt swaying as she moved. You weren’t doing this to get off, per se, but the sight of this body, practically made of sex, crawling towards you, has you dripping in anticipation. Wren comes up to you, puts her hands on your knees, and slides them up your legs. Wren’s thumbs run along your inner thigh, and then rest against your labia as she hooks your underwear with her fingers and slides them off you.

Then she brings her face to your pussy and goes to work. Alternatingly licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling your clit, and all the while, running her hands along your inner thighs and occasionally squeezing your butt. You start gyrating your hips, trying to rub yourself all over her face, and she responds by sticking her tongue as far in to your cunt as it will go and at the same time rubbing your clit with her thumb.

You feel yourself closing in on an orgasm. The muscles in your stomach tense and your legs start to shake. You lay back on the desk so that your head is hanging off the edge in to Mark’s lap and bring your hands up to your breasts.

“Dick…dick…dick…” is all you can say, plaintively. You’d never even seen Mark’s cock, much less sucked it, but the moment was too perfect. The bitch stole your boyfriend, now you were going to suck his cock while she licked your snatch. Justice!

Mark understood, and if he had any issues with the situation, he was smart enough to hold them to himself. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his erect cock. The thing was 4” long!

“No…nooo… want a real dick… somebody, please,” and you could see Mark was mortified. He’d revealed his dick, and had it rejected by a girl **** for a dick. All working out better than expected!

Before anyone else could step up to bat, you looked back down at Wren, who locked eyes with yours as she started rapidly fingering you with two fingers while she sucked your clit. Electricity spread through your body as you climaxed. You sat up and squeezed your legs shut around Wren’s head as she continued to work. Your breathing grew more and more rapid as the orgasm continued, and you could hear the drip of your juices on the floor. You grabbed Wren by the hair, pulled her up to your mouth and licked your own juices off of her face, and then put your hand on her face and pushed her back down on the ground.
You almost screamed in delight.

“Class, I believe that’s all the time we have for today. Next class will be text books, so study up. Good bye.” With that, Mr. Book dismissed the class, you stayed behind just long enough to put your clothes back on. You knew full well that Wren was still on the ground, almost completely naked, and under Mr. Book’s spell.

“Have a nice lunch Mr. Book. Remember to leave some for next time,” you said as you parted. As you stepped out the door, you heard a small laugh.