Wake Lydia

You make your way back up to the room, and open the door slowly, so as not to wake any of the other girls. You creep up to Lydia, leaving the lights off. You take her by the shoulder, and shake her. "Rise and shine, baby," you whisper into her ear, "Wake up," you sing quietly.

She begins to stir, and turns around, her eyes just beginning to open. She smiles and you stroke the hair away from her face. She pushes off the bed, clambering out like a zombie. She points towards her jacket and says in a breathy voice, "give it to me". You grab the jacket and wrap it around her petite body. "Hey, you wanna do something crazy?" you ask her, already laughing a little. "What?" she giggles, you look around to make sure Robin and Claire are sleeping, "I got the key to Mrs. Junipers office. Let's fuck on her desk".

She turned her head and smiled at you, her face illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window. "You already know me so well."

You and Lydia sneak into Mrs. Junipers office. You peek your head in, just to make sure she wasn't there and then enter, closing the door behind you. Lydia walks over to the front of the desk and takes off her jacket, the moonlight from the window cascades onto her naked upper body, outlining her silhouette. You approach her from behind, embracing her cold body. "Let's warm you up." you say, kissing her neck softly. She leans forward as you move down to her back, and you kneel, softly kissing the skin of her hips. You slip your fingers underneath the lip of her panties and pull them down slowly. She breathes heavily in anticipation.

You begin to plant kisses on her ass, and push her legs apart, she eagerly complies and leans further forward, planting her elbows on the desk. You lick her pussy from behind, burying your face into her. She begins to moan, and you feel wetness on your face. You crawl your hand around her waist and ever so slowly move it towards the front of her crotch. You slide two fingers over her clit, just grazing it, and her knees go weak. After giving her a moments respite, you slide your finger back over, this time making a small circle around it and a quiet squeal escapes her. Her knees shake, and her head falls into her hands. You feel the muscles in her pussy throb around your tongue. You let her enjoy it for a moment, before you stand up, and pull her panties all the way down.

"I'm sorry," she says, but you stop her by wrapping your arms around her body, trapping her arms. "If you're going to apologise after every orgasm, we're going to be in here for a while". You turn her around, and push her back onto the desk. She lifts her legs and hooks her knees with her hands. "I'm ready."

You take a condom out of your pocket, but she snatches it from you. "Later, I want to feel you for real right now". You stifle a laugh and slip your pants down, retrieving your cock from your underwear. She looks at it, simultaneously worried and excited. "I think I can take it," she says, so you step forward, but she takes your wrist, "but go slowly". You stroke her face with your free hand, "of course".

She takes her legs again, pulling them back, and you push the head of your cock against her lips. You slowly push it in, taking her hips. She relaxes, laying her head back on the desk, and you push the head in. She takes a moment to breathe, but nods for you to continue. You reach about halfway in before you stops you again, but soon after, she's taking the whole thing. "Go." she mewls, and you oblige happily, starting to fuck her for real. She reaches up to your head, pulling you down to her, and meeting your halfway. She kisses you as you softly fuck her, slowly feeling an orgasm building.

Eventually you pick up the pace, and she begins to tremble again, but you hold her tightly up against your body. She cums for the second time, wrapping her legs around you. You slip out of her, and put the condom on. It doesn't take long for you to get back into the rythym however, and she starts to ask you to go faster. Seeing that she's starting to get comfortable, you pull her onto you a little harder, and the room is filled with the sound of your sweaty bodies colliding.

"Fffffff-" Lydia starts, and you **** her with kisses once again and grind your hips into her, putting extra pressure on her weakspot. She quakes in your arms while you continue to fuck her vigorously. Feeling your own orgasm coming, you aren't inclined to slow down for her like you had been before, but she doesn't seem to mind. "Lydia, I'm cumming."

She sits up, pushing off the desk and forcing you to carry her. "Fuck me harder", she begs, "fuck me against the wall". You quickly push her up against a wall, and she wraps her legs around your waist, taking a pounding. You are pushed over the edge, and slam your hips into hers. "Oh!" she screams, and she begins to scratch lightly at your back. You grind your hips into her as you cum, and despite your knees almost failing, you manage to keep your balance. "Oh, that's wierd," she laughs, "I can feel the condom filling up".

Once your orgasm subsides, you slip out of her, and put her down. She slips the condom off your cock, examining the substance inside. "Is this a lot?" she asks you. "Uh, yeah" you say, still exhausted, "for me, anyways".

"What do we do with it?"

"I dunno, I don't want it," you reply, laughing. Her eyes turn to the milking machine, and she smiles mischeviously at you. "Lydia, people drink that", you say, slightly disgusted.

"Milk," she starts, "man-milk." she grins, "what's the difference?"