The next morning Mr. Jacobsen pulls up outside of my house and sends me a text.
“I’m here” it reads.
I look back in the mirror to admire my outfit of the day. I dressed like a cute school girl. Plaid skirt that ends just above my knee, black t shirt, and knee highs with my black converse. It looked normal enough to pull off on a typical day. Not too teacher-student porny. Except for the detail that I’m not wearing a bra or panties. I’m hoping to get touched before class starts.
I grab my backpack from my coat rack and head out to Mr.Jacobsen’s car. I hop in the passenger seat and he greets me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Aw Mr. Jacobsen! That’s so sweet. Good morning to you too.”
“You’re rather perky today.” He remarks as he starts the car and begins driving to school.
“Well yesterday was refreshing. All thanks to you.”
He chuckles and very seriously says “can we not talk about yesterday right now?”
“Why? Is it gonna make you turned on before we get to school? Cuz I’m already turned on. And here’s a secret!” I lean close to his ear and whisper, “I’m not wearing any panties…”
“Oh god… climb in the back seat. You’ve lost your passenger privileges.”
“Oh? Is it cuz I’m a naughty student?” I ask as I slip in between the front seats and get in the backseat.
I adjust to sit in the middle seat and fix my skirt. We make eye contact in the rear view mirror.
“Did you get a show while I was hopping back here?” I tease and he chuckles. I lift my skirt up and spread my legs a bit. I lightly run my fingers down my pussy and spread my lips as I look up at him in the rear view. “Do you like what you see Mr. Jacobsen?” I ask and rub my clit. “I want to feel your fingers inside of me. Finger fuck me so hard that I can still feel it while in class. Please Mr. Jacobsen.” I beg and pant as I rub my clit a bit faster.
I feel his fingers clumsily trying to find my hole to finger fuck me while driving. I moan and groan as he slips his thick middle finger inside of my pussy.
“Fuck… me… Mr. Jacobsen, I’ve been a bad girl. Punish me.”
“Show me your tits.” He demands as he searches for a good place to pull off.
I pull my shirt up and show him my boobs.
“I need something more than your middle finger inside of me to feel you during class.” I say as he pulls off on a back road.
He puts the car in park and unbuckles. He climbs to the backseat and sits next to me. He lifts and spreads my legs when he is seated and slides his middle finger back in. I sigh as I open up again. He pulls my face to his and we make out passionately. His finger picks up speed fucking me. Then another finger is put in. Then a third finger. It felt so good and I could feel my pussy milking his fingers. Soon enough I lose all concentration and just lean back and cum multiple times on his fast fingers.
“Fucking… fuck… FUCK… oh… ohhhhhh. Smack it.” I demand. He smacks my clit with his second hand while still rapidly finger fucking me. “Oh shit… oh shit…. I’m…”
My whole body shudders as I orgasm and as he removed his fingers, I squirt all over his hand and arm.
“Holy shit!” He exclaims. “Did I do that?”
I grab him by his tie and pull him down to me. “You made me squirt with your huge fingers. Imagine what you can do with your cock.”
“And that will have to wait for another time, because we have to get to the school right now if I don’t wanna get fired.” He replies.
I whine and he pulls me in for a kiss. I nod in understanding and glance down at his lap.
“But what about that?” I ask.
“I’ll take of this with my mind. We’ve gotta go tho.”
He opens the back door and gets out. Then opens the front door and gets back in the drivers seat. He opens the glove compartment pulls out a handful of napkins.
“This is the best I’ve got for clean up. I don’t usually have car sex since I’m not in high school anymore.” He chuckles. “Although it’s still quite fun to mess around with a gorgeous woman in the backseat. You keep me young.”
“And you… Mr. Jacobsen… keep me horny. I’m gonna be soaking wet the whole time you teach your class because I can still feel your fingers inside of me.”
“Oh god… you’re gonna get me in trouble. I can’t get soft after thinking about pounding your dripping wet pussy in class.”
“Ooh! Don’t give me ideas sir!”
We giggle as he puts the car in drive and we finish our journey to the high school. I clean myself up and wipe down the back of his leather seats. Today is gonna be a difficult one for focusing…
*****
My first two classes were boring and I was anticipating math class. I have been in a constant state of horniness all morning. My nipples have been very hard and a few guys have noticed and kept glancing at my chest. It turned me on knowing that they don’t know who I was fantasizing about to make them this hard. What would they think if they knew I had just gotten finger fucked by Mr. Jacobsen 2 hours ago? Oh fuck…. I’ve gotta go to the bathroom for a minute to take care of this.
I raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom. My teacher lets me go and as I stood up, my skirt flipped in a way that I know I flashed the guy sitting behind me. Dylan Masters just saw my bare everything
“Oh shit…” is what I heard as I walked up the isle to head for the bathroom.
Knowing that the student class president saw my bare, freshly fucked, and incredibly hot and bothered pussy made me hornier that I already was. I half wished he was headed to the bathrooms also to fuck me. I’ve liked him since 8th grade but puberty made him hotter than I thought possible.
As I passed Mr. Jacobsen’s classroom, I peeked in the tiny window and we made eye contact. I winked and continued walking. I made it to the bathroom and walked in.
I went to a better than average public school. In these particular bathrooms, there were chairs and a bench by the sink area. I grabbed one of the plain plastic chairs and brought it into the handicapped stall. I refuse to masturbate on a toilet but I still needed to get off. I lock the stall door and flip up my skirt and sit. The second my fingers touched the warm skin around my vagina, I sighed.
My middle finger slid along my slit, opening up my lips. It collected a lot of wetness as I rubbed my middle finger up and down. The pleasure intensified every time I grazed over my clit. I refrained for putting pressure on it for the time being. I knew this wasn’t going to last long so I wanted to build up to it.
My middle finger started slipping into my hole on its journey down my folds. Then it gathered more wetness and started slipping and sliding everywhere. I let my finger roam and enjoyed the waves of pleasure. I knew my orgasm was building so I finally started to put pressure on my clit and focused on it. My pussy throbbed and then I remembered the feeling of Mr. Jacobsen’s fingers deep in my vagina. How they pumped so fast… I momentarily forgot I was in a school bathroom and moaned “ooh yes Mr… faster…”. I felt everything pulse and my heart rate quickened. I took a deep breath and released myself into the orgasm that was approaching.
I lost control of my breathing as my body was taken over by ripples. My ears went silent and my eyes rolled back into my skull. Then the orgasm ended and my body adjusted to normal. I could hear again and I was breathing while trying to catch my breath, and my vision corrected itself. All I could think was “that was amazing…” then I heard a sink turn on and I snapped back into reality.
I realized I needed to clean myself up and get back to class. So I did just that. But on my way back to class, I glanced back into Mr. Jacobsen’s classroom and knew that I was headed there next. I walked back into my history class and sat down. There was a small note that was folded on my notebook.
It said, “nice “panties” need a ride home?” I knew it was from the guy behind me, Dylan. I flipped it over and wrote “glad you enjoyed the show, but I have a ride home thx!” and I passed that back to him.
I heard a disappointed sigh and glanced back at him.
“Meet me at the west bathroom after 4th period. You can touch. But that’s it.” He smirked at me.
The bell rang and I headed to fourth period. Math. I took my seat at the front of the class and took out my notebook and a pencil. I sat there ready to learn… and to seduce Mr. Jacobsen while I’m at it.
Everyone settled into their seats and class began. Mr. Jacobsen paced at the front of the classroom as he asked for everyone to pull out their homework. He went around and collected it and stopped when he got to me.
“Homework?”
“Oh… I don’t have it. I got… busy.” I said mischievously as I grinned up at him. He was for sure staring at my tits since my nipples were still rock hard.
“That’s okay for today. But don’t let it happen again. Homework is important.”
He went around and finished collecting the homework. Then he handed us a stack of worksheets and we passed them around. He instructed us to work on the problems and raise our hands if we needed help.
I needed help several times. Every time he’d come to answer my question, he’d crouch beside me and put his hand on my thigh. I purposefully had my skirt pulled up higher than it was meant to be so when he walked at the front of the classroom, he could easily see my bare pussy begging for his touch. I could tell he had a semi for most of the class.
Partway through the class he had a phone call that he answered. He looked concerned as he said short responses. When he hung up, he cleared his throat and asked me to step into the hall.
I headed there and he was walking behind me. He closed the classroom door and then glanced around the hall. When he saw that it was clear, he pinned me against the wall with his hips. I was surprised and extremely turned on.
“Do you feel what you’ve done to me?” He whispered.
I nervously giggled.
“I want you so bad. But you have to finish your homework first little missy. You’ve gotta work for your big prize.”
“Well, you sound mighty full of yourself. Who knows if your dick is a BIG prize? It could just be a participation trophy for all I know.” I snark.
He pressed harder into me and I gasped.
“Oh… I guess it is big..” I giggle.
“Can you still feel my fingers inside of you?”
“‘Mmm-hmm. I had to get off in the bathroom last period.”
“Oh…. so that’s what you were doing in the halls. Wish I knew… I would have come helped you out.”
“You had a class cuz you’re a teacher. You couldn’t have left them. They would have questioned why.”
“You’re right. And I have a class right now. We should probably get back in there. Act like you just got some bad news.”
“Oh right. What was that phone call?”
“I have a meeting during lunch. They just called to remind me.”
“Hmm… okay. I have a meeting of my own.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks confused.
“Yeah. I’ll tell you about it after school.”
I slip out from between him and the wall and glance back at his hard on. Mmm. Just more thoughts to distract me.
*****
When the bell rang for lunch, I grabbed my bag and headed for the west bathroom. Dylan was waiting for me at the water fountains that are never used. I approached him and he smiled at me.
“So this is how it’s going to go down. Everyone is headed to lunch. This hall will clear out in a few minutes. You and I will go into the gender neutral bathroom. You will touch me as you please. We will not kiss or fuck. I will not blow you. But I still want this to be fun because I think you’re cute.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Smart beefcakes are my kink.”
He smirks. We stand there for a few moments as everyone funnels into the cafeteria. When it’s clear, he opens the bathroom door and ushers me in.
“What a gentleman. Thank you.”
He steps in behind me and locks the door. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him.
“So… no kissing at all?” He asks.
“Well… one kiss couldn’t hurt.” I chuckle feeling my walls fall down.
I came into this bathroom with set rules and now I wanna break them all. I guess that’s the issue when you’ve been turned on for four hours and haven’t fulfilled your needs.
We kiss for little longer and then I pull away. He looks questioningly at my lips and then looks into my eyes.
“I’m kinda involved with someone and I don’t know if kissing is okay. Or any of this for that matter. We haven’t defined the relationship.” I confess.
“Oh… well we don’t have to do anything if you want to discuss it with him first.” He says as he pulls away.
“No.” I say abruptly and pull him back to me. “I want to do this. I need to do this. I haven’t been satisfied all morning. Four hours of my pussy throbbing. It’s frustrating.”
“Four hours?” He asks shocked. “And you’ll only let me touch you with my hands?”
“Yeah. You can’t fuck me. That’s definitely reserved for only my guy.”
“Well there are other ways. Like mouths… if that’s cool?”
“Maybe. We’ll start with fingers.” I lean in and kiss him. “And kissing. You’re a phenomenal kisser.”
He smirks and kisses me again. I feel him pull me over to the bench on the wall. He sits down and I straddle his lap.
“May I touch your tits?” He asks politely.
“You may.” I raise my shirt up and over my head. He licks his lips as he starts to massage my breasts. He tweaks my nipples and I moan. “You can use your mouth on them too if you want.”
He hesitates for a moment but then decides if I say it’s okay, then he should. His tongue teased my nips and I could feel him leaving little bites.
“No bites. It feels good, but I don’t want evidence.”
“Well you’re gonna tell him right?” He asks.
“I haven’t decided. It’s fun sneaking around and I don’t wanna ruin things if this isn’t okay. But I also wanna be truthful. But an angry fuck could be fun.”
“Angry fucks are always fun.” He chuckles.
At this point I’m straddling his lap on the bench and his hands have rested on my hips.
“You know, you’re a lot more fun than I thought you’d be. And a hell of a lot nicer than most guys here. I’m glad you saw my bare pussy. You wanna know what I did when I asked to go to the bathroom? I masturbated thinking about you coming to fuck me. Well that and my extremely hot finger banging this morning.”
“You got finger banged this morning? Wanna tell me about it while I eat you out?”
“Hmmm… that could be fun.”
“Alright sit on the counter. I can put some paper towels down first.” He lays some paper towels on the counter and helps me up. I lean against the cinderblock wall and he drops to his knees. “So, tell me about the hot morning you had.”
“Well it started off when he picked me up for school.” He starts licking my pussy and I gasp from his hot breath. “We start bantering and I reveal I’m not wearing panties under my skirt. Oh mmmm. And he bans me to the back seat because he doesn’t wanna get turned on before class. Then I, oooh. Ooooo fuck. Then I tease him in the rear view mirror. I tempt him enough to touch me while he looks for a place to pull off. You’re really good at this Dylan. Oh god. He parks and climbs in the back with me. Then he pulls me to him and we make out passionately. He slides his fingers one at a time into my pussy and finger bangs me expertly. It was the best I’ve… oh oh mmmm… best I’ve felt. Then I felt my orgasm coming and I… I… I asked him to smack my clit. Ohhhh. He did. And I… fuuuuuck… shit. Oh oh. I squirted all over his hand.. and.. mmm. His seats… and oh god! I’m gonnna… mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Cum.”
I gasp as my body shakes from his tongue, and his lips suction over my clit. I grab at his hair and pull him deeper. He chuckles while sucking my clit and I cum a second time from the vibrations.
“Can you still feel his fingers deep inside of you? Was it that kind of finger banging?”
“Fuck… yeah. He’s got long and thick fingers.” I pant as I compose myself.
“Well maybe while you’re fucking him later, you’ll remember looking down at me while I ate you out during lunch.”
“Oh I hope so. That was good. Maybe we’ll have to do this again someday.”
“Yeah and maybe I’ll get sucked off also. And preferably not in the bathroom.”
“We’ll see about that. I kinda liked having you serve my needs even though you weren’t gonna get off.”
“Well who said anything about that? You just said that you weren’t gonna give me head. I can still get off without you touching me.”
“Oh yeah? Are you gonna jerk off in front of me? Cuz that’s hot. I’ve always wanted to see your cock.”
“Mmm well it’s been out this whole time. Been jerking it while I ate your pussy.”
“So it’s super hard? Mmm. I wanna see.”
“What are the magic words?”
“My pussy is wet just thinking about it…” I joke as my fingers trail up and down my puffy lips.
“Close enough.” He jokes as he watches me touch myself.
He stands up and I look down. My eyes get big and my pussy starts to throb again. It’s a greed bitch. His cock was pointing straight out at me. And I could see it was probably about 9 inches long. About how big Mr. Jacobsen’s was. But Dylan’s was thicker.
“Holy shit.” I chuckle. “How many girls have you fucked with that thing?”
“Well I am the class president. Chicks kinda dig that.” He brags.
“Yeah. No doubt. But how many?”
“One.” He says sadly.
“Hey that’s not a bad thing. If I wasn’t involved with someone, it could be two… but maybe you just need to be more confident. I mean look what you’ve got in your pants. That should be enough to give you a boatload of confidence.”
“If I had enough confidence I would have asked you out a long time ago.”
“Date me? Damn. And here I thought I was perceived as the class slut.”
“Well that’s not how I see you. Although… after your escapades this morning and our little moment in this bathroom… I’m starting to think that “slut” just means a girl who knows what she wants.”
I was going to hop down off the counter and kiss him after that, but the bell rang and instead I hopped down to pee and clean myself up. As I wiped, I heard a grunting and Dylan moaning “fuck”. I knew he has just finished and he came to the trash can and tossed the paper towels I sat on which were now covered in cum.
“I’d rather that to have not gone to waste… but another time I guess.” He smirked at me and left the bathroom.
He checked the hall and waved me out as I finished washing my hands. These last few periods are gonna be torture. My pussy is still needy because of my thoughts about Dylan’s cock. Mmm and I can still feel Mr. Jacobsen’s fingers inside of me. I’m unbelievably horny today. Just gotta wait until after school. Then Mr. Jacobsen is gonna pound my pussy and hopefully take care of all of my needs for today. Mmm I can’t wait!