To give what was wanted

Stacy could physically feel the rush of excitement this small movement brought the man behind her. His cock, still tangled in the twisted cotton of her panties and trapped between her flesh and the desk, suddenly bloomed back into a throbbing trunk of urgent glory. She felt like it was almost going to lift her up off the wooden surface just with the strength of its own eagerness. Above her, a flabbergasted voice continued to speak over her as if she wasn’t even there. In fact it seemed to speak only to itself, as if chiding only its own foolishness for not realising sooner.

“You mean… I could have just taken her... wholly? Whenever I wanted? Without all this tiptoeing around?”

Stacy could just about still see Mr Gregory’s face towering over her, though he seemed to have drawn in closer. That same smirk deepening and taking on an altogether more vindictive gleam as his show of one-upmanship over his apparent rival and colleague came through. The schoolgirl was still struggling to come to terms with the fact that this was the friendly and jovial geography teacher that was almost universally loved by the student body at large. Had he always been hiding this other side behind all that? She was starting to think that in terms of creeps and predators… Mr Chambers was the pussycat here.

“Oh, almost certainly... I mean just look at the girl! There’s some you can just practically smell the pussy juice dripping out of…”

Again, the heavier set man reached down and tenderly tilted Stacy’s head to look up at him, even as he described her so viciously.

“I’ll bet she’s been passed around half the boys in your class… or she should’ve been… If those hairless-balled idiots have learnt any sense at all yet. Look at her! Already licking her lips ‘cause she knows exactly what’s coming! Some girls are just born to it! And these early moments when they’re just realising that are magical…”

Stacy self-consciously realised her mouth was indeed moistening up, her saliva glands ramping up as much as her other fluids, far below, were beginning to seep and flow onto the table. Was her body really so geared up to just be a plaything for these sickening advantage-takers? Who talked of her like a primed slice of meat? She dropped her eyes to Mr Gregory’s crotch, bulging out not 6 inches from her face now… And had to bite a lip to stop herself licking them again…

“Go on Len…” The geography teachers voice was soft now, still teasing slightly, but encouraging. “Give the girl what she wants… She looks about ready to me. I bet she’s been wondering when you were going to stop teasing her for ages now. You’ve found yourself a good one here… a proper little cock-addict… She’ll never sell you out, ‘cause she don’t want to risk her chances of getting further fixes down the line. Just look at her trembling! She can’t help herself! Her whole little body is just begging to be violated… if not by you, then by anybody else who comes along… Fuck the girl, Len! Put her out of her misery! Fuck the girl and then we can start getting on toward the really fun stuff…”

Stacy listened to this building incitement toward her own invasion with only half a mind. He was right, by now she was near delirious with anticipation. All those previous sessions of tantalising abuse of trust. All the time she had now spent with that slab of meat rubbing against her entrances. She was still staring at the other teacher’s bulge, unable to break her gaze away from yet another potential source of degradation. Somewhere behind her she felt hands upon her ass cheeks, spreading them out to unveil the flower of her youth. Something lined itself up to drive all the way inside her, and her pussy gratefully kissed it ready welcome… Finally she was going to be fucked by this man who clearly shouldn’t… and who every sensible cell in her brain told her she shouldn’t want to. Finally she could stop hanging on to that strange belief: that she was in control of these ever-growing urges inside of her. She felt the man push… and slide all the way into her. Once again she was full of another. Her heart leapt with pure joy.