Alexis Chapter 4

Thursday rolls around, and Mr. Hughes tells me to stay after class. As usual, he walks into the supply closet when all of the students have left, and I diligently follow him. I suck his cock for a little bit, and then he says that he wants to fuck me. I nod my head and stand up, looking him in the eyes. He drops my pants and thong-the hot pink one-to my knees.

Mr. Hughes spits in his hand and wipes it against my asshole. He does the same for his cock. I bend over one of the counters and look back at him. Without any warning, he grabs my hips and slides himself into me. I can tell that he's very horny, and isn't thinking about how I'm not used to getting fucked on a regular basis. He's going to town on me, slamming into my rectum with full force. I meet his thrusts, bouncing my ass off of his abdomen with each pump he makes.

It only takes about five minutes of this, and I can feel the wet warmth of Mr. Hughes' seed spurting inside of my ass. He gasps, trying not to moan. I can feel his dick twitching inside of me as it deposits the last of his cum. He pulls his softening cock out with a slick "popping" noise and immediately zips up his pants. I look over my shoulder at him and smile, pulling my thong and jeans back up.

"Thanks," Mr. Hughes says, out of breath.

"Any time," I reply, giving him a little wink. We walk back into the classroom and he sits down at his desk.

"Did you get everything for this weekend?" he asks. I nod my head, excited to tell him about everything I got. He's happy that I picked out not only stuff for the dance, but for future occasions as well.

"Well, meet me at my house tomorrow after school. I have a friend who's going to help us get you ready for tomorrow night," Mr. Hughes says.

"A friend?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it. Just be at my place," he replies. I nod my head.

In my next class, my teacher is lecturing on Thomas Jefferson, but all I can think about is the cum that is leaking out of my wet asshole and into my thong. When the bell rings, I stand up, and I can feel a bit of it run down my leg. When I walk, my asshole feels wet and open. I don't bother cleaning up, and stay like this for the rest of the day.