Does she have any options, so John fucks her ass!

"Mariah!" your voice booms to her. "We can go inside there." Slowly, her shoes scufs on the hardwood floor, announcing her to follow you, she appears in the doorway of a classroom. The interior is dimmed, the light in the hall illuminated her from behind, silhouetting her long legs. She steps into the classroom, she knows she is in trouble and is trying not to care. "Sit," you commanded her, motioning to a chair. Mariah does so, crosses her legs, wiggles her foot. Mariah tugs her blue jean skirt a little lower so that it doesn't ride up so high. "I assume you accepr my terms," you say. She nodded, her long raven hair in ponytail bobbing. You continue. "You cannot expect me to tolerate what you and your friends did before to me without some sort of punishment." "I know." Her voice wasn't much more than a whisper. Mariah's lower lip trembles. "I am going to see if you can take the punishment without any comments, Christina." Suddenly you pace the classroom, nearing the door. Anxiously Mariah watches you, twisting her head to follow your movements. Her hands are restless in her lap. You shut the door to this classroom. "What kind of punishment do you think you deserve, Mariah?"

She turns around more fully, uncrossing her legs and leaning around the edge of her chair. "What do I think I deserve, John?" Her voice was still unsteady. Mariah looks at you. She bites her lip. "Um, that is--" "Yes?" You urge her to go on. "Well, I don't think… I don't think you should expel me." She says the words in a rush and winced. To her surprise you laugh. "Expulsion is not what I had in mind." Mariah relaxes a little, knowing that whatever punishments she suffers, at least you will help her. She realizes you have moved closer, are in fact standing over her. "I won't expel you if you promise to be a good girl." The hairs on the back of Mariah's neck are standing up. What does he want her to do? What will she say? She licks her lips and looks up at you, trying to discern your meaning. Your face is showing no expression, waiting for her answer. "I'll be good, John!" she says in a small voice. "I want you to promise, Mariah." "I promise. I'll be good, John!" Anything to let him help her with Biology, and Algerba, and English, and...History. "Say it, Mariah. Say you'll be a good girl." "I'll be a good girl." At her words your face finally change from the stern mask to a tight smile. She does not have time to interpret the strange smile before you respond.

"Good." you bent your head close to her ear. "Bend over the desk, Mariah." She stiffens. "You heard me, Mariah! You said you'd be a good girl. So be one," you command her. Slowly she rises from her chair and stand in front of a huge desk, only bending slightly from the waist. Her cheeks burns and her mouth is dry. You stand behind her, a heavy hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward until her nose is on the desk. Mariah's hands press against the desk on either side of her head. She trembles, not knowing what to expect. You stand back, appreciating the subservient picture she makes. Her blue jean skirt had risen from its original position at the backs of her thighs to frame the curves of her ass, exposes by the tiny pair of thong underwear that she were. You can see goose bumps breaking out on her pale skin. "What's going to happen next, John?" Mariah's unsteady voice is muffled by the desk. "What are you going to do to me, John?" She can feel your warm hand stroke her leg. She trembles as it rose higher to smooth over her butt. "Why don't you just wait and see? " Your fingers trace the line of her thong, from high on her hip down to the cleft of her ass. She jerkes as you touch her asshole through the thin cotton, but you don't linger.

Your continues down between her legs Mariah jumps again and closes her eyes in humiliation. You reach up underneath her skirt to grasp her thong and pull it down. The meager strip of fabric curls up as you slide it down her legs, kneeling to pull it off. Mariah steps out of it one foot at a time, feeling the cool air in the classroom **** her hot pussy. "I see you shave," you say, giving her shivers. You admire her handiwork. Most of her triangle is still there, trimmed short, but the area just above her clit, all the way between her legs and back up to her asshole is shaved as smooth as your face. Mariah feels something new. Your tongue licks backwards and soon encounters the sensitive flesh of her asshole. "No," she says aloud, trying to pull away, gasping in shock at the sudden intrusion. She tries to squirm away from you, but your hands held her firmly. One of your hands held her by the ankle, your fingers pinching it hard. You move the other hand from where he holds her hip in a bruising grip. Your long fingers spread ass cheeks. She lunged forward on the desk, grinding her hips into his mouth. "Do you really want me to stop, Mariah?" Her breathing quickens. You stop. Mariah gives a tiny moan and moves her hips. Slowly you rub her ass cheekst with your thumb. She moans louder. "Do you?" Mariah shakes her head. "I didn't hear an answer," you say. She whimpers. You move your hand away. "Answer me." "Keep going," she breaths.

Immediately your hand is back on her ass. Mariah moaned loudly. "Don't stop, John," she said. You lower yours head, and she crings as she imagined what is next. She gasps when she feels your tongue tease, then enter her asshole. Mariah is both incredibly aroused and disturbed by this new sensation. She finds herself grinding her hips to your rhythm, in tune with your tongue in her ass. Violently Mariah comes, screaming, clenching the muscles in her ass around your tongue and writhing against the desk. This seems to be too much for you and you give a final lick to her ass. Suddenly you stop, and Mariah whimpers disappointed. "Don't worry, Mariah," you reassur her, "You're still going to get fucked like you never have before." Mariah arches, her cunt seeking yours cock, as if to say she certainly hopes so. Your warm hands cares her ass, spreading the two cheeks to expose her asshole, still pink and wet from your earlier ministrations. You slide your dick along the cleft until the head pokes at her hole. Mariah stiffens, waiting for you, her humiliation drowns in desire. She turns her head. "Be careful, John," she said, her voice a bit hoarse. "Don't hurt me, it's my first time." "I won't," you say. "You can take it."

Carefully you guide yourself into this tight opening, helped by the moisture from your precome clinging to your cock. Mariah's face contorts at the strange thrill that goes through her body as you penetrate her ass. She gasps as you slowly push into her, stretching her asshole around your. You begin to move, haltingly at first, but when Mariah does not show any signs of discomfort, you quicken your pace. She relaxes as you screw her, the motions becoming easier as her ass grows slick, welcoming you. Now your own moans rivale those of Christina, who throws her butt backward onto your dick, inviting you to fuck her as hard as you can. You hammer into her, spur on by the sight of her immaculate ass spears by your cock. Your hands again search her hips to clasp her to you as you fuck her butt. Mariah can feel herself rising rapidly towards another climax, and clenches the muscles in her ass to bring you with her. You respond immediately, groaning and spanking her as your cock hardens inside her. You can feel the shudders of orgasm begin, deep in your toes. Quickly the creeping wave flames up the backs of your legs as she ripples around you. You explode, slamming into her as you shake with your climax. Mariah cries out as she comes too, clenching and releasing around your spurting cock. The orgasm whips through her, a trail of fire from her ass up into her spine, and she bucks against your dick. Your convulsions slowes gradually to nothing more than trembles. Mariah lays limp on the desk, the sheen of sweat on her limbs starting to evaporate. You slide from her ass, which is bright pink and looks like it has been satisfactorily fucked. You hope so.

You pull Mariah's skirt down to cover her and help her to stand up. She is shaky and starts to fall. Quickly you lift her to sit on the desk. It is warm from her body and she feels her liquid smear over the surface. You tilt her chin in a strangely affectionate gesture. She looks up at you, her eyeliner is smeared and her hair wispy and curling. A saucy look comes into her eyes and she smirks at you. "John, Can I take this to mean that you will tutor me in Biology, and Algerba, and English, and...History?" You have to smile. "I'll make sure you have the good level to stay at the school." Mariah hops off the desk, fixing her skirt but making no move to retrieve her panties. "Can I come over tonight, John?" "First for the lessons, and aftherwarts ............ ?" she says, her hand on the front of your pants, stroking your now-limp cock. She walks towards the door, her hips and her ponytail swinging. Mariah opens the door, her hand on the knob, looks over her shoulder at you. "I see you this evening!" She slams the door on her way out.