The mathematics of it

Stacy stared down at the page of equations. She had to admit, despite the... distractions… all this extra time spent with her face buried in maths problems was making them sink in more. Perhaps a bit of highly inappropriate reinforcement was what she needed for all her grade averages to rise. Her whole mind and body seemed to be wired around acts of depravity these days after all. She fell asleep dreaming about the cocks she’d had that day and woke up salivating at what further opportunities the next might present. Her laptop was always next to her bed, webcam on and beaming her morning routine of masturbation and dressing out to the world at large. Gone were the fears that someone she knew might see… the web was such a wide place. She uploaded more pictures to her and Pete’s website everyday, Mark provided a near endless supply after all. His placement at the studio really seemed to be inspiring the clown. Everything seemed to have settled into pace as an accelerating cascade of slutty exhibitionism for her.

Take these detentions for instance: It was possibly to the point now where it kinda seemed like those who handed out arbitrary punishments had simply forgotten about her. Should she go to the vice-principal and complain, or simply stop showing up, the sessions would stop. Mr Chambers might not like it… but she doubted he’d argue too loudly, considering what he’d been doing in them. Only, she hadn’t gone to anyone… and he knew it. His confidence had grown and grown every time she’d just let him have his way with her. To the point where she was now sat upon his lap, behind his desk. Her skirt was hoiked up into its own waistband and his cock was wound up into the gusset of her panties, pulled tight against her tender flesh. She would lean forward over the exercises laid out for her… and he would lean back and try to act like the subtle slide forward and back of his hips was at all surreptitious. She shivered as the teasingly slow build up of friction and pleasure between them grew and grew, still completely unspoken or acknowledged. Why didn’t he just fuck her already? Surely he must know by now that she would let him, whether the thought of it repulsed her or not!

Stacy’s agonising over this question was at last relieved, though by a moment of sudden terror. The classroom door clattered open. Giving her a brief confliction between horror of being found out like this and exasperation that at least now she was fucked in one sense of the word.

Of course that was nothing compared to Mr Chambers’ reaction. The spindly creep leapt up like the stick up his ass had finally snapped, catapulting his pupil-come-plaything forwards. Stacy ended up sprawled across the desk, the teacher’s penis still tangled in her panties… and possibly more in view of whoever was now absorbing this damning scene.

Yet, though she couldn’t see the new arrival, the words “Oh, thank heavens! It’s just you…” passing over her backside, told her everything she needed to know. She strained to glance up past her over-spilt ponytail at Mr Gregory, the geography teacher she had heard talking to Mr Chambers in the bathroom, all those weeks ago.

“Aha, I knew it! You did catch your little birdy in the end! You dirty little fucker Leonard… screwing your students after classes!” The man seemed genuinely overjoyed and proud of his colleague’s apparent overt act of sexual assault.

Mr Chambers coughed, actually trying to compose himself into some state of condescending denial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about… me and miss Lee here were just going over some of her class work as part of an ongoing punishment. You simply surprised us when-”

“Oh, come off it Len. I can still see you half inside her, with her skirt wrapped up ‘round her ears!”

Now Mr Chambers tried to muster up some kind of indignant fury… you really had to admire his almost politician-level perseverance to denial.

“I have NEVER been inside her!- I only... She-” He faltered, stuck on one truth among a plethora of other damning ones. “...Miss Lee’s chosen wardrobe habits of late have been none of my concern. I have, in fact, defended her… free-spiritedness... when several other members of the faculty have made comment. It is in the nature of these one to one sessions with pupil’s that my teaching become a little more… personal… that is all that was happening. You just surprised us.”

Stacy swivelled her head between the two men standing above and discussing her, trying her best to even see their faces as they did so. She caught a sneering smirk from Mr Gregory.

“Oh really? Is that it? Well let me just check in with Miss Lee herself here…” He reached down to help the girl see him, tilting her chin up to look directly in her eyes.

“Stacy, right? Has my friend Mr Chambers here been getting… personal… with you in these detentions for a while now?”

The schoolgirl didn’t quite know how to answer that… it wasn’t exactly an accusation. And seeing as she already knew this man was apparently all-for ‘advanced student-teacher relations’ she wasn’t even sure what the argument was about.

“Err… yes? He’s been err… helping me very… closely… Over the past few weeks.”

“And that hasn’t bothered you at all?”

Stacy shook her head. Mr Gregory’s eyes sparkled.

“In fact, you wouldn’t even mind if his lessons became… even more personal… would you? Looking at you sprawled out all red-faced like that…”

The young student looked up at this man, supposedly responsible for her growth and education into a grown woman… and knew she was walking into a trap. Yet her heart was beating in her chest. A man she despised’s still-swollen penis was pinned between her labia. She looked down shyly for an instant… and shook her head again.