1. Playing With Fire


    Date: 10/12/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Elyss, Source: LushStories

    ... classes I had that day. * * * * * By the time the final class for the day rolled around, I was about ready to cry. My pussy was soaked and aching, and my ass was beginning to get sore. Having this damn thing inside me was like getting fucked in the ass all day long. Every time I sat down or shifted in my seat, it got pushed in. When I'd stand up or walk to the next class, it would be relieved somewhat, at least until the next time โ€“ and I hadn't even been allowed to touch myself. I almost caved when I had to go to the bathroom, I brushed a finger up against my clit and nearly came right then and there. It felt so good, I seriously considered getting off before returning to my lunch break, but then I'd have to explain that to Zeke and he'd no doubt have to punish me for disobeying his orders. Though it might've been worth it. When I returned to the cafeteria I noticed the chair I had been sitting in had a wet spot on it, right about where my crotch would have been. I guess that explained why my inner thighs we slippery when I was walking to the bathroom. Things had only gotten worse since then. On a good day, waiting out the bell signalling the end of final hour was already annoyingly tedious, but today it was bordering on torture. It wasn't helping that Zeke and I had final hour together. At least when he and I didn't have class together, I could try and ignore the foreign object in my ass. With him sitting right there it was nearly impossible to focus on anything but that. ...
    ... Fuck you, Zeke. Fuck you so hard. In about forty more minutes... I swear that man is a mind reader. I saw him giving me a sly grin behind the teacher's back like he just knows what's going through my head at any given time. Then again this was all part of his plan, so he probably could guess what I was feeling pretty easily. Then I noticed his expression shift from a grin to something not quite angry, but stern. Like a parent about to scold their child for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar before supper. I didn't realise why at first, but when I saw his eyes flick down under the desk and back up I realised I had my hand between my legs again. Not quite rubbing my clit, but close enough. I immediately snatched my hand back, have been caught red-handed. Okay, that was a poor choice of words. I can assure you it was most definitely not that time of the month for me. I looked around the classroom at the other girls. Some of them I knew, the rest I didn't. I wondered how many of them did things like this; had boyfriends into this kind of kink, and were into it themselves. I wondered how many of them wore sex toys under their clothes then went home to practice some bondage, and how many of them had ever been โ€“ or were in โ€“ my situation. I simply sighed. Thinking about my classmates' proclivities for anal play just wasn't helping any. * * * * * When the bell rang I couldn't get the hell out of there quickly enough. I pulled Zeke aside, into the same corridor he had lead me to ...