I felt myself flush red in anger, and I wrote:
Please remove ur hand, whoever u are.
I don't even know u.
I'm Anthony.
why?
haven't you been touched like this before?
it doesnt matter if I've been touched like this b4
doesn't mean u can touch me
do I have to make a scene before u take ur hand back?
you wouldn't do that.
you're shy.
I've been watching you around school.
Please just leave me alone.
But I want you so bad.
My cock stiffens whenever you walk into my sight.
Shocked, I look up and glare at him, but Anthony only moved his hand higher, stroking the inside of my left thigh.
I freeze, not knowing what to do.
Slowly, his hand slides under my skirt...
grazing my skin as it travels up.
His fingers stroke my left thigh, softing caressing every inch.
The back of his hand bumps against my underwear.
I feel myself contract.
I know I'm getting wet.
But...
he's a stranger.
I've only seen him in class a few times.
I don't know him.
This is wrong.
But I lose the thought as a finger nudges the crotch of my moist panties aside.
...hovering, as my cunt lips meet the cold air of the room.
I hold my breath.
He pushes into my hot pussy lips, welcomed by the slippery wetness inside.
His finger slides in circles around the opening of my cunt, pressing but not quite sinking into me.
I squirm.
His eyes dart to mine.
You want it, he mouths silently.
I shake my head weakly.
He nods.
Yes you do.
He presses his thumb against my clit, grinning.
Teasing me...
daring me to moan into the classroom.
I keep both hands on the desk, determined to appear normal.
But my hands are tightened into fists.
Just as I take a deep breath to steady myself, he moves.
His finger rams into me.
Pushing into the hot tightness of my cunt.
My legs spread, my back arches, and my lips part.
I whimper loudly.
Several people whip their heads in our direction.
But in the dark room they can see nothing under the desks.
I sigh in relief.
He finger fucks me, massaging my clit in time to his thrusts.
Unzipping his fly, he pulls out his hard, thick cock and begins jacking off under the table, pushing another finger into me.
His hand moves faster, and suddenly his other hand reaches over and pinches my breast.
Alarmed, I scan the room, afraid someone saw the obvious movement.
But no one did.
He pull his hand away for a moment and wipes my juices on his cock before returning.
He grins, and pushes three fingers into me.
They barely fit, and I'm streched to the limit.
I moan.
Several people turn our way again, and I freeze.
But still, the darkness covers us.
He thrusts harder, stroking his cock as he pushes into me, tightening the skin over the head.
I bite down on my lip, my muscles tightened, grinding against his fingers.
His fingers freeze and pull out, stroking himself...
I see him twitch, he's cumming.
His hot cum spurts all over his hand, but before he's done, he rams the cum-covered fingers back into my cunt, and I call out, but I don't look to see if anyone is watching.
His hot spunk is mixed with my wetness...
knowing his sperm is inside me pushes me over the edge.
My pussy clenches down on his fingers, I convulse...
He fucks me, pushing his cum deeper.
My breathing echos in my ears and my heartbeat pounds...
My legs widen and I push myself against his fingers, against the chair...
My cum juices run down his fingers, traces of his semen with it...
Everything is hot and wet...
My breathing calms slowly.
I open my eyes.
The lights have been flipped back on.