Chastity Debauched - Two: Teacher's Pet After School. - In which Chastity is tutored in Fellatio. By Morgan Hawke For Bear The yellow, message slip clutched in Chastity's fingers stated that she had a meeting with the substitute teacher for Advanced English at the end of the school day. Chastity had no idea why he wanted to see her; she wasn't in any of his classes. She hoped that this meeting wouldn't take long, she needed to catch the bus or face a long walk home. Nervously Chastity tucked a long lock of her hip-length, strawberry-blonde hair behind one ear. She glanced at her reflection in the school's window then grimaced at her disheveled appearance. She took a quick moment to tuck her pale pink, button-down blouse neatly into the waistband of her snug, hip-hugging jeans. "Mr. DuLong?" Chastity said softly as she pushed open the classroom door. She stepped inside the classroom, then gently closed the door and walked toward his desk. The substitute teacher for advanced English sat with his back to the blackboard, facing the rows of student desks and the back of the room. His head bowed over his book-strewn desk as he busily graded papers. He was completely oblivious to Chastity's presence. She froze in her tracks as she got a good look at him. 'Oh, my God,' she mouthed silently in shock. 'I never had a substitute teacher that looked this good! Mr. DuLong's long gray-streaked, jet-black hair fell in a neat tail down his back to end below his shoulder blades. The pristine starched fabric did nothing to hide the strength of his very broad shoulders. The crisp white of his dress shirt was unbuttoned at the throat and contrasted sharply with the rich golden tan of his skin. The sleeves were rolled up over dark golden forearms knotted with long sinews. The elegant fingers of his strong hands shuffled papers. 'He belongs in the movies...' She watched, breathless, as he adjusted his round glasses with a long finger. 'How come I never get substitute teachers like this, for my classes?' Chastity thought in envy. She'd been hearing her classmates mooning about the gorgeous English teacher all day. She had though they were exaggerating. "Ah, you must be Chastity," he said, looking up from his papers with a distracted smile. The light reflected off his round glasses hiding his eyes completely, but not the strong masculine planes of his face and his expressive, sensual mouth. 'Oh, God, his smile is beautiful too...' Her mind practically shut down as a warm liquid sensation uncurled and thickened, hardening her nipples and spreading moisture in her panties. "You wanted to see me?" Chastity flipped along lock of her hair as she stood before the achingly handsome, high-school teacher's desk. "At least you are on time," he said with a glance at his watch. "Please, come in." His deep rich voice had an exotic British accent that made the hair on Chastity's arms stand up in stirring awareness. 'God, I could listen to this guy talk all day,' she thought with her class books hugged to her ample chest to hide her hardened nipples. "Yes. I have an assignment for you to complete by the end of this week." His graceful fingers reached for a manila folder sitting to one side of his books. Picking up an elegant gold pen, he flipped open the folder and made a notation. "An assignment?" Chastity was confused. 'I'm not in any of his classes, so why would he have an assignment for me?' "Yes. According to my records your education is woefully lacking in one area in particular. I hope to help you, by tutoring you for an hour, after school, every day this week. As you know, I am only a substitute teacher so my time and yours, is limited." " But, I'm a good student, I don't need a tutor! Mr. DuLong, I can't,' she stammered in dismay. "Not after school, I mean, I have a bus to catch to get home..." "A ride home has been arranged for you. Your parents were called this afternoon and will be expecting you later." "My parents? The school called my parents?" "To continue, if I may?" he said briskly, with a sharply raised brow. "We will begin each lesson with a quiz and end with a test. Should you complete your assignment to my satisfaction earlier than planned, you will, of course, be excused from all other tutorial sessions." "What are you... am I supposed to... What am I learning?" "Hmm, spirit," he said thoughtfully then adjusted his glasses carefully. "To begin with, you may begin all questions by addressing me as 'Sir' or 'Mr. DuLong'. All other outbursts will be punished." "Sir?" she squeaked. 'Punished?' she thought in rising alarm. 'What the Hell is going on here?' "You will be learning fellatio: the art of bring a man to climax without coition." The chair howled obscenely as he rose from behind the desk and stepped toward her. 'He want's me to learn... What?' she thought in confusion and stepped back from him. "Shall we begin?" he asked pleasantly. "No way!" she snapped, her teeth clicking together in sudden fury. "There is no way I'm sucking anyone's dick!" She turned and fled toward the door. If she was quick, she could still catch the bus home. "Stop." he commanded. To her astonishment, Chastity froze in mid-step, her hand on the doorknob. "You may not realize this, but I will be grading your senior-class, Mid-term exam in English at the end of this week." 'Oh shit...' Chastity thought as her throat closed in fear. "If you choose not to complete this assignment," he said softly, 'I guarantee that you will fail your English exam." "That's blackmail, you asshole," Chastity said through clenched teeth while staring at the door. She could feel the jaws of the trap close around her. She glanced over her shoulder at Mr. DuLong. "Why, yes, it is," he said quietly, with a feral smile. "Isn't there a rule about teachers having sexual relation with students?" Chastity turned to face him, her books clenched protectively in front of her in a white-knuckled grip. "You may report me if you like. However, I guarantee that you will fail your exam. You may be absolutely assured that I will make arrangements for it." 'Oh God, now what do I do?' Chastity thought in desperation. 'I need to pass that exam!' He had her trapped, and he knew it. "You filthy, perverted, son of a bitch," she swore softly. "Language, young lady." He pulled a wooden chair from beside his desk and set the back against the front of his desk. "I see that we are going to have to begin with a lesson in respect for your instructor." He unbuckled his belt, and slid the leather strap from the belt loops. "Come here." Chastity broke out in a sudden cold sweat and stared as Mr. DuLong folded his belt in half, gripping both ends in his fist. "Now," his voice snapped coldly. Chastity jumped in fright then slowly, walked over to stand by the chair. "Very good," he said softly. "Place your books on one of the student desks, face the back of this chair and drop your trousers and panties to your knees. Then bend over and grasp the back of this chair, keeping your knees together and your knees slightly bent." With shaking hands, Chastity dropped her books on the desk then faced the back of the chair. Refusing to look at him, she numbly unbuckled her jeans then opened them. "One moment, please." Chastity froze with her hands on her jeans. Mr. DuLong reached out and cupped the fullness of one breast through the thin material of her pink blouse and her lace bra. She flinched but did not pull away. His thumb slid over the slight prominence of her nipple, bringing the small nubbin to sudden sharp erection. He stroked his thumb over her nipple again, then again. Small bolts of excitement streaked straight down to her core with every stroke of his thumb. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' Chastity pressed her lips to keep a small hiss of pleasure from escaping her lips. 'Why is this asshole turning me on when I know he's going to hit me with that belt in just a second?' She could feel moisture forming in her panties. She glanced up and noticed a look of interest on his face. "Even the threat of punishment has not dimmed your latent ardor," he said sounding pleased. He released her breast abruptly and she released the breath she hadn't realized that she'd been holding. "You may continue." He nodded, motioning toward the positioned chair. Chastity turned away then dragged her faded jeans and cotton panties down to her knees. The air was cool on the skin of her bared ass. She leaned forward and grabbed the back of the chair. Her knees locked together in an attempt to protect her exposed and vulnerable feminine cleft. She looked over her shoulder at Mr. DuLong. "Very good," he said crisply. "Bend your knees just a little. Excellent. From now on, when you are told to 'assume the position', this is precisely what you will do and you will not move from this position until you are told to do so. Is this understood?" "Yes," Chastity ground out. She heard a short whistle of air then heard a loud crack. She yelped as a streak of fire erupted on her ass. Tears started in her eyes and she writhed with the burning pain. "Yes, what?" he asked pleasantly. "Yes, Sir!" she choked out. 'Jeezuz! That hurt!' she thought, fiercely fighting her tears. "Do not move from your position as I do not wish to miss and strike something tender," he said sharply. "This is the punishment you will receive for disobedience and disrespect. Let us hope that you are a quick study, as punishment takes precious time from your lessons. For your earlier transgressions in disrespect I am going to strike you five more times..." 'Five more times?' thought Chastity, 'Oh my God! He's going to kill me!' "As I strike you, you will count each blow, out loud. Is this understood?" "Yes, Sir," she said. 'You fucking asshole,' she thought. "This classroom is at the far end of the wing, feel free to scream if you like." She heard the telltale whistle of the strap and pain seared the other cheek of her ass. She threw up her head and bit back a yelp, hissing in pain but otherwise did not move. "One," she choked. "One Sir." She pressed her forehead into her arm as tears of humiliation tumbled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "Very, very good," he murmured. The strap fell quickly, one blow after the other in quick succession. Each stripe was exactly as hard as the one before it and each spaced carefully on her ass. Chastity yelped at each then counted. "Five, Sir." Chastity finally said with a whimper. 'Oh, God, there is no way I'm gon'na to be able to sit tonight, my ass is on fire!' "Hmm," he said thoughtfully, then she felt his cool palm on her burning welts. "It seems that you mark easily." Chastity could hear the satisfaction in his voice. 'That asshole likes beating me!' she thought in indignation. "Hopefully, this lesson will not have to be repeated," he said firmly. His fingers continued to explore the marks he had made then gently slid into the crevice that split her ass cheeks and pressed lightly on the puckered ring of her anus. Chastity hunched her shoulders in humiliation but held her place. "While your feminine hair is quite attractive," he continued, "you will shave it off tonight and keep it off. Also, for expedience, you will wear skirts for the remainder of your lessons and forego panties of any kind. Is this understood?" "Yes, Sir." Chastity turned her head and wiped the tears on her cheeks against her arm, but did not release the chair or move. She did not want to give this maniac any excuse to beat her more. Abruptly his fingers slid further down and stroked lightly against the plump outer lips of her sex discovering the moisture that was sliding down her thighs. Chastity couldn't stop a sudden shiver of expectation. He plunged two fingers into her wet core. To her shame her body contracted hungrily around his invading fingers and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. "Well, well," he sighed in delighted surprise. "It seem that you enjoyed this little session as much as I." He pulled his fingers from her body then stood next to her. "I'm looking forward to our lessons together, Chastity," he said with menacing softness. "I personally, hope that you will take the entire week." She glanced at him and suddenly noticed that his black dress pants were tented with a heavy erection and bulging only inches from her face. 'Jeezus, he's got a hard-on from hitting me!' she thought, stunned. 'Shit, to be honest, I'm all wet from him doing it too. What the hell, is happening to me? Am I perverted too?' "You may rise and pull your trousers up." He said without looking at her. "Then turn the chair around to face my desk and sit." She watched as he moved away to take his seat behind his desk then opened the file and made a notation. 'What the hell is he writing?' She straightened and bit her lip from the ache in the small of her back and the burning marks on her butt. Tentatively, she touched the heated stripes on her ass then pulled her pants up flinching, as her panties and jeans came in painful contact with the marks. She closed them without tucking in her shirt then hauled the chair around to face the desk. 'I have to sit on this?' she thought, looking at the hard wooden seat. She glanced up to see him watching her impassively, the light reflected brightly on the lenses, hiding his eyes completely. Pure sheer stubbornness made her take the seat then smile, gritting her teeth at him in defiance. She shifted to find a less painful position, but there didn't seem to be one. "You will apologize for your indiscretion and thank me for the discipline I administered," he said with a tight smile, then looked down at the file he held. 'He want's me to what?' Chastity's mouth fell open in surprise. He looked up with a raised brow and tapped one finger by the belt that lay folded neatly by his hand. "Uh, I'm sorry, Sir," she began in sudden terror and he nodded encouragement. "I'm sorry for my uh, indiscretion. And uh, thank you Sir for your, uh discipline, Sir." "Graceless, but it will do," he said with an amused look. "I accept your apology. Now according to your records, you had your first coition at the end of last week..." 'How the hell, did he know that?' Chastity thought in alarm, gripping the seat of the chair with white knuckles. She could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. "It is also noted that you had your first experience seeing and touching a penis at that time." He scribbled busily in the folder. "At least I will not have to re-train you out of any particular bad habits," he commented dryly. "However, I will need to quiz you on what you are familiar with. Take this." He handed her a piece of paper and a pencil. "Go to the desk directly behind you and write down all the different parts of the penis that you know." 'This has got to be some kind of sick joke...' thought Chastity as she rose from the chair. Sitting at a student desk with the beating still fresh on her ass was a whole new form of torture, but she did it, then faced the blank sheet of paper. She thought back to her sex education class but couldn't remember any of the proper names for the different parts. After a few moments of writing, she was alarmed to see Mr. DuLong rise from his desk and walk over to her. He took the paper from under her fingers and sighed. "It seems that we must begin with the basics." He crumpled up the paper then walked over toward the chalkboard and motioned to her. Chastity rose from the student desk and followed him. "Bring the chair and sit over here," he said pointing to a spot by his chair. "I suggest you pay close attention as there will be a test at the end of this class." Chastity carried the heavy chair to where he pointed and sat. "Very good. Now observe." He unfastened his dress pants, unzipped the fly and shrugged them to his knees. His rigid and engorged cock lunged out and pointed straight at her from a forest of dark curls, only inches from her face. His lightly furred ball sack hung like ripe plums as he widened his stance. The head of his cock was a deep angry purple and the hard dark ivory shaft was knotted with swollen veins. 'He may be a sick'o, but God, his dick is beautiful...' thought Chastity as she stared hungrily. "This," he said pointing to his cock head, "is called the glans. As you can see, in a state of erection the blood fills the head, creating this color. The flared edge is very sensitive to sensations so the tongue works particularly well on the glans. A man who is overly sensitive on the glans itself, can be similarly stimulated by applying the tongue at its base, underneath, where the glans begins," he said, pointing to a spot on the underside where the head formed a 'v'. "I am uncircumcised so this," he said, taking himself in hand and shifting the outer skin wrapping the shaft of his penis, "is my foreskin. It should be noted, that men who are uncircumcised will normally be far more sensitive, as circumcision removes this protective covering and causes some insensitivity." Chastity swallowed. "This is just too weird. I can't tell if I'm in Sex Ed., Biology class or Perversion 101,' she thought. "By gently moving the foreskin over the penis," he continued, "you can easily stimulate erection. This," he said lifting his penis up so that she could see the underside, "is the urethra." He pointed to what looked like a long thick vein, running up the length of the underside of his cock. "This is the tube that both urine and semen travels through. Seminal fluid is pumped from the testicles," he used his other hand to lift his balls, "which are inside the scrotum." He moved the wrinkled skin. 'I've decided,' Chastity thought wryly feeling her body flushing with excited heat. 'Definitely Perversion 101'. "Applying your mouth to the scrotum over the testicles can bring pleasure, but pressure must be applied carefully. Avoid squeezing the testicles against each other." 'I don't believe this, but I want to put his balls in my mouth and taste them,' Chastity thought in heated confusion. 'They look so... succulent. Like bizarre fruit. God! What is wrong with me?' She licked her dry lips. "The juncture where the scrotum joins the underside of the penis is heavily populated with nerve endings, so a skilled tongue or lips can bring great pleasure by applying it here. Also," Mr. DuLong continued unabated, "if you apply pressure with your thumb firmly on this same spot over the urethra, you can delay a man from ejaculating." 'I want to touch him,' Chastity thought then took a deep steadying breath. She leaned a hair closer and realized that a warm and interesting musky scent was coming from him. She wrinkled her nose. The smell reminded her of semen but there was something else, something that made her pussy suddenly contract with hunger. He noticed her face and smiled. "Ah, the odor you are noticing is a pheromone based scent rather like a musk, that men produce and release through the skin. It is also released from a gland located in the foreskin which delivers a more concentrated and semen based essence. The gland is removed through circumcision. It works as a type of perfume aphrodisiac." 'I think it's working too,' thought Chastity. 'I can't wait to get out of here so I can masturbate and give myself some relief.' "When applying the skill of fellatio, it is important to remember to use plenty of lubricant, such as saliva, semen or vaginal fluid. Also, apply steady pressure with the lips, use the tongue to magnify sensations and the teeth should only be used with extreme discretion." Mr. DuLong took a deep breath then sat in his chair, his erection standing proudly from his lap. "Are you ready for your test Chastity?" "Sir?" she asked. 'Oh God, I hope I remembered all that technical stuff...' "To pass the test, you must apply all the information I just gave you. If you are successful, then you may leave to return tomorrow afternoon. Should you fail your test then you will assume the position and submit to three strikes before you will be permitted to leave. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "You also have a second option." "Sir?" "You may try to pass the complete exam." He smiled then dropped his eyes, making the round lenses of his glasses ovals of light from the glare. "To pass your exam, you must bring me to climax," he said softly. If you are successful in bringing me to climax, then you will have no more classes beyond this one." "Sir," she began with a glance at the strap by his hand, "Are you saying that if I pass the test I go home and return tomorrow, and if I make you cum, then that's it? No more for the week and you won't flunk my English exam?" "Correct. However," he continued with a raised brow and a cold smile, "should you fail the exam, then you will immediately assume the position and submit to three strikes and then my possession of your sweet cunt. And you will return to be tutored tomorrow afternoon. Think it over and choose carefully." Chastity's brow wrinkled in thought. 'I can't take this everyday for the rest of the week, he'll kill me.' She looked up at the waiting instructor. 'Smug bastard. Of course, he probably has no idea that Molly has been telling me a thing or two about deep-throat I just hope to God, that I can swallow him without choking too badly.' "Are there any restrictions on how I do this?" "You may not take me into your body anywhere other than your mouth. This is the only restriction. 'I can deal with that,' Chastity thought. "What is your choice, Chastity?" "Mr. DuLong, I want to try to pass the exam," Chastity said with grim determination. 'I'll make you cum if it kills me.' "Excellent." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy metal ring. "This is a cock-ring." He put it over the head of his cock then pushed it down until it snugly encircled the base and pressed against his balls. "The cock-ring will keep me from climaxing too soon, this way it will be a true test of your actual skill." 'That's cheating!' thought Chastity in alarm. 'God, he is such an asshole!' "Shall we begin?" Mr. DuLong leaned back and placed his hands on the arms of his chair. Chastity nodded then stood. With a grim smile, she locked her eyes on Mr. DuLong's face. Molly had told her that the best way to take control of a man's sex drive was with eye contact and a smile. She hoped to God, that Molly's little lectures actually worked; she did not want to be beaten, again, by this maniac and she certainly didn't want to be fucked by him. Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and she slid them open one by one. She opened the halves of her blouse then scooped the ends of her pink blouse under her full breasts, lifting them, presenting them for his approval. Delicately rubbed her breasts against each other then shrugged out of the blouse, dropping it in her chair. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her white lace bra. One by one, she dropped the straps then caught the bra under her breasts with both hands. Using the white lace, she squeezed her breasts together then slowly scraped the bra up and over, rubbing her nipples to firm erection. In a swift and graceful motion she pulled the bra up and off, making her breasts jiggle. She dropped the bra on top of her blouse then took a moment to rub her thumbs over her swollen nipples the same way that Molly had shown her. "This is a nice surprise," Mr. DuLong commented. "I like your creativity." Chastity merely smiled then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. "Are you going to strip for me?" 'You wish, you bastard,' thought Chastity. Maintaining eye contact, she dipped a hand down the front and made a show of sliding her finger into her damp panties, then pulled the hand out and licked her fingers. 'Let's see if I can apply that stripper's trick that Molly mentioned...' Chastity dropped to her knees then bowed her head sharply, flipping her long, strawberry blonde hair forward and onto the floor. On her hands, she moved her head forward, then grabbed for the arms of his chair. Her hands closed on his wrists and she lifted, the red gold fall of her hair swept into his lap as she rose, tangling and stroking his erection with one long silken embrace. The sound of his sudden, in-drawn breath was music to her ears. 'Liked that did you?' thought Chastity, 'lets see how you like this...' She threw her head to one side, flipping her hair then threw her head to the other, back and forth, whipping his chest with her heavy mane then flipped her long waves behind her. She caught his eye with a feral smile then arched her back sharply, thrusting her breasts out and deliberately brushed his erection with her nipples. Back arched, she pressed forward into his lap then took her breasts in both hands and squeezed the warm plump globes around his erect cock. The heat of him scorched her soft skin. Slowly, she lifted, pulling on the foreskin of his cock, then pressed down, then lifted and pressed down again, then again with her breasts, titty-fucking his shaft. His breathing increased in speed. She concentrated on her breasts around his shaft then suddenly dropped her head, and her lips enclosed the purple head of his cock as it sat trapped between her breasts. She tasted something thick and slightly salty. Her tongue swirled delicately, then not so delicately, against then around the swollen head then the sensitive edge of his cock. 'Let's see if I remember what else Molly talked about, oh yes...'She released her breasts abruptly and his cock slapped against his belly in rigidity. She grabbed the arms of the chair, and enclosed his wrists once more then lifted again, pressing her breasts against the crisp cotton of his shirt and the hardness of his chest as she rose, her nipples seeking the minute hardness of his. She flipped her head and her hair, forward over his shoulder then dropped slowly, sweeping her hair down his chest. The silk of her hair rustled against the cotton as she slid down, her hair pooling into his lap. She flipped her head sharply to one side then the other, whipping his cock with her mane then flipped her hair behind her and leaned in, lips open and damp tongue extended. Chastity locked her eyes on Mr. DuLong and stroked her tongue from the base of his cock to the bottom of the flared head. She flicked back and forth using tiny strokes where the head met the shaft right under the ridge and felt him shudder with every minute caress. With a groan, he scooted forward to the edge of his chair and spread his knees wider. Taking his movement as an invitation, she lashed her tongue to the base of his cock then lower, to caress his ball and lave them with her tongue. Gently she sucked one onto her mouth and swept her tongue over and around it within the heated recesses of her mouth, then released it and took in the other. She looked up to see that he had thrown his head back, the muscles of his throat standing out in sharp relief. Grinning to herself she took his balls into her palm then tongue-lashed him to the top of his shaft and engulfed his cock, as far as she could swallow. Using her lips in a tight 'o' she sucked and sought to swallow him to the base, pushing his foreskin down with her lips. Unable to take in the last few inches of his thick length, she used her hand, fisting his cock tightly to simulate the rest. She lifted, her fist following her chin, then fell, her fist squeezing against his balls, sucking and sweeping her tongue back and forth over the shaft of the cock she held in her wet mouth. She rose, laving the sensitive head with her tongue, then fell, sucking and sucking. The sound of suction on wet flesh and saliva made obscene sounds in her ears. She rose and fell. His hips began to push the cock deeper into her mouth and she let him choose his speed. Quick then slow, then very quick, then long and slow, taking him a little deeper with each stroke. Her nostrils flared as she sought to breathe around him. He groaned and she felt him pulse in her throat. 'Any time now', she thought and kept pulling and sucking. Chastity squeezed her thighs together as her hungry cunt flexed in appetite. She writhed her hips to assuage the building need growing in her body, but succeeded in making the ravenous hunger worse. She moaned around him and he hissed in pleasure. Suddenly he began to pant and lift his hips off the chair and hard into her mouth. She felt him grab her hair with two fists and shove himself too deep for her to breathe. She choked, her throat closing tightly around the cock that gagged her. He slid partway out and she took a quick breath. She choked again as he buried himself all the way down her throat and held her there. He grunted with a few deep strokes then pulled her completely off by her hair. Holding her tightly as she gasped for air, he grabbed his cock and shouted, "Jeezus, fuck!" Long ropes of creamy spunk shot from his cock to spatter on her face, lips and naked breasts. 'Thank God,' thought Chastity with a grin. "Very, very good, my dear Chastity," Mr. DuLong panted, as he sat back in his chair. "That was excellent." He pulled out a snowy handkerchief and handed it to her. "You have passed your exam." "Thank you, Sir," she said as she wiped her face of the gooey mess. "Your creative technique certainly won the day for you." He smiled and pulled off his glasses to wipe them with yet another handkerchief. "It seems that our class time is over." "May I go, Sir?" Chastity asked, reaching for her clothes. "Not just yet, but you may stand." 'Sadistic son of a bitch...' Chastity swore to herself as she stood on shaky legs. 'Now what?' "Turn around please and assume the position." 'What the fuck?' Chastity turned around, and grabbed the back of the chair with white knuckles. Then she remembered that she had to pull her pants down. She reached around and slid her jeans and soaked panties down to her knees then she heard him stand. "Very good," he said softly then she felt his hand on her ass. She bit her lip as he smoothed his fingers over the marks he had given her. "It seems that while you mark quickly, you also recover just as quickly. Tomorrow there may be some redness but there should be no bruising." He squeezed her buttocks. His fingers brushed the seam of her displayed ass. Chastity did not like the way things were going. "Sir, I thought you said that once I passed the exam, I could go home?" "I said, and I quote: 'If you are successful in bringing me to climax, then you will have no more classes beyond this one.' However, this class has yet to be finished." Then he plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt. Chastity whimpered slightly as they slid deeply with ease, her excited body wrapping hungrily around his fingers. "Well, isn't this nice. You seem to have enjoyed our lesson in fellatio." He curled his fingers within her then turned his hand until his thumb brushed the sensitive flesh of her engorged and over excited clit. She shuddered with reaction and couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips. "It really is a shame that you were able to pass the exam. I was looking forward to spending the entire week with you," he said softly. He buried his fingers as deeply as they would go, then stroked within. Chastity found herself shuddering and pushing back against his hand as a fire-fall pleasure raced down her spine. His thumb danced lightly on her clit, rubbing and teasing back and forth. His fingers stroked in, then out, increasing in speed. He touched and pressed her deep inside, pushing her already exited body toward climax with every plunge. A powerful need for release quickly overwhelmed her helpless body. She felt the walls of her sex pulse around his plunging fingers. Climax became immanent. He pulled his fingers out suddenly and she made a soft sound of regret. "Luckily, for you, I also recover quickly," he said breathlessly. She felt the heat of his renewed erection press against her buttocks. Without thought, desire and sexual hunger overrode her need to escape from the sadistic bastard. She spread her legs to receive him His hands closed on her hips and he pulled. The broad head pressed against her tight opening then he pushed into her, stretching her walls as his cock made room for itself within her body. He grunted with effort as he shoved into her. His thighs pressed against her buttocks for only a moment then he was pulling back out then plunging back in, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hands slid under her, capturing her breasts. He lifted her from the chair and turned her, still lodged within her tight cunt. Chastity nearly tripped on the jeans that slid to her ankles as he pressed her against the blackboard. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head back and pressing her breasts against the black slate. She felt his naked chest against her back and realized that he must have taken his shirt off. The sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh was loud in her ears as Mr. DuLong took her. She shoved back onto him, fucking him as hard as he fucked her. His fingers pulled on her trapped nipples as he fucked her, his strokes plunging deeply and quickly, with increasing speed and power. Suddenly she noticed her reflection in the darkened window glass. Mr. DuLong was completely naked and she could see the muscles in his back and buttocks flex as he fucked her against the school blackboard. She watched, her eyes locked on the reflection as he possessed her, her body shuddering with his hard thrusts. He released her hair and slid a hand down and around to press his fingertips against her clit. She cried out as orgasm began to crest, the shimmering waves of intense pleasure growing in intensity, building, rising... She shuddered, moaning as she teetered on the edge of a vicious orgasm. "Your going to cum soon, Chastity," he murmured breathlessly in her ear. "I can feel how close you are." He felt a hand on her buttocks then a wet finger on the tight rose of her anus. "No, please don't..." she panted softly. She tried to push him out, but that opened her and he pushed, invading her tight virgin canal, plundering past the snug ring to burrow into heat. He moved his finger and she felt him through the thin walls of her cunt moving against the cock that fucked her. She screamed and bucked as the cresting wave of orgasm fell, plunging her into writhing gratification. Moisture slithered down her thighs as she spasmed powerfully around both the finger and the cock within her. "Fuck, yes," Mr. DuLong choked and shoved his cock deeply into her cunt and held her there, locked tightly against his sweating body. He pulled partway out and plunged again. She felt his cock moving, moaning as he pumped his load of cum into her. They separated and Mr. DuLong dropped naked into his chair. Chastity leaned against the blackboard in humiliation, her crossed arms over her breasts as tears slid silently down her cheeks. "That was delightful," he smiled. Mr. DuLong sighed as he pulled his trousers up then shrugged into his shirt. Chastity kept her back to the teacher as she pulled up her jeans, his cum sliding down her thighs. She fastened her bra then put on her pink blouse. 'Fucking asshole...' "You have passed your exam, you no longer need to complete this class. My report to your sponsor will have nothing but excellent marks. Now, you may leave," Mr. DuLong said as he turned back to the manila folder on his desk. "Sir?" she said, noting that he had yet to put his belt back on, "I have a sponsor?" Chastity said in astonishment as she gathered her books. 'This was deliberate?' "Why yes. I was brought in specifically to instruct you." "Sir, who is my sponsor and what have I been sponsored for?" Chastity backed away from the desk. 'What the hell is going on here?' "I'm sorry, but I cannot reveal who your sponsor is, although I can say that you may be assured that your next instructor will be pleased to have such a diligent student. You are well on your way to qualifying for the Academy, once you graduate high school." He busily wrote in the folder then raised his eyes to hers with a tight smile. "Did you wish to continue with this class?" "Absolutely not, Sir!" "Then you should go. Your ride will be waiting at the school's front entrance." Chastity fled, her sneakers making light sounds as she ran for the front doors. She burst from the school and dashed down the front steps. "Hey little girl, enjoy your class?" Rob smiled as he leaned against the passenger door of his silver mustang, tall dark and imposing, his long hair flying in the brisk breeze. "Are you my sponsor?" she snapped. "Hell no," he chuckled as he opened the door. "I was assigned to take your virginity and make you like it. I guess you can say that I was your first instructor." "What?" Chastity stood frozen in shock on the bottom step. "Come on and get in, I have to take you home." He grabbed her by the arm and shoved her into the car. "Who's next to teach me?" she said as she sat in the car. Rob slid into the driver's side and started the Mustang. "I have no idea, they haven't told me squat. I had no idea that you'd be seeing that kinky bastard till I got the call this afternoon." "You know him?" she asked. 'How the hell did Rob know about Mr. DuLong?' she wondered as he drove toward her house. "Don't ask, 'cause I'm not gon'na tell you, but you can be sure that this was easy compared to what they've probably lined up for you next." ~ end ~ Chastity
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