Stacy was in a dimly lit, sensuously decorated room. A four-post bed was against the back wall, with curtains of a semi-transparent material hanging round all four sides. In the corners on either side of the bed a number of cushions had been scattered, and small scented candles burned on low tables. It looked like a scene from an Arabian film. The beautiful young girl was half sitting and half lying on the bed, her elbows propping her up as she stared open mouthed at the middle-aged man in front of her. Her open skirt was round her knees, and the t-shirt she had been wearing when she entered the room had been tossed somewhere on the floor. She hadn't been wearing a bra and her nipples now stood out as hard points on the delicate mounds of her breasts. Her hands were relaxing their grip on the waistband of her knickers, her reluctance to expose herself to the man in front of her beginning to slip.
She stared wide-eyed at the long, thick phallus pointing out at her from Cornelius's open trousers like an accusing finger. 'You want me,' it was saying. 'You want me buried to the hilt in your wet, silky pussy.' If that thing managed to force it's way inside her, it would either kill her, or give her the best sexual experience of her life. But she did want it. She wanted it deep and hard.
With a shudder, Stacy suddenly realised that Cornelius's hands were back at her crotch, gently slipping her knickers down her legs. She hadn't realised till now that she was no longer holding them up, no longer restraining the older man from undressing her. Instead, one of her hands was now open flat against the bed, supporting her weight as the other pulled and squeezed at her right breast, kneading the flesh and rolling the bullet-like nipple between her finger and thumb. Her knickers and skirt now round her ankles, Cornelius stepped forward. He took the hand that was massaging her tit, and guided it towards his hard cock. As soon as her palm touched the warm flesh, she closed her hand around it and began rubbing it through her fingers. Her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, as the stiff rod seemed to grow even longer. Cornelius stepped closer, pushing her down onto the bed and spreading her legs apart. She looked up at him, still massaging his throbbing cock between her fingers, with a mixed expression of fear and longing on her face. Taking hold of her ankles, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, so that he would be able to reach her without having to get on top of her, then moved in so his cock was only inches away from her slick, wet opening. Stacy stopped rubbing on the thick cock, and began to guide it towards her quivering pussy lips.
Taking hold of Stacy's buttocks, Cornelius thrust forward and forced the head of his cock between the girl's slippery lips. She let out a low moan and lifted her hips off the bed, forcing the hard phallus deeper inside her. Moving his hands down, Cornelius took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wider, holding them apart in a large V shape as he began to pound away inside her. The speed and force of his assault increased, each thrust pushing her a little further up the bed, and then pulling her back down again. Suddenly, Cornelius stiffened and let out a grunt. Stacy grimaced and opened her mouth in a silent scream as the large member inside her expanded, pressing tight against the slippery walls of her passage. Then it seemed to explode, and she could feel the thick creamy fluid pumping into her. She groaned at the sensation of the thick rod throbbing inside her, emptying its contents into her vaginal cavity. Then it was gone, as Cornelius slowly withdrew. Stacy looked down between her legs to see a thin, white ropy trail leaking out of her glistening pussy.
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Half eleven on Monday morning, and the beginning of Phillip's first lesson of the week with Jessica. He'd already had two lessons, English, which he didn't share with Jessica, and a free study period. Now he was on his way to Maths, with a surprise in the side pocket of his rucksack. A surprise that would hopefully lead to a night of passion with the girl of his dreams. Phillip turned the corner of the corridor, and looked nervously along the line of teenagers standing outside the classroom. There she was, half way down the line, dressed in a long pair of tight blue jeans and a pale blue blouse tied at the midriff. He stared at her, silently drinking in the sensuous features of the outfit she had chosen for that day. Two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a hint of the delicious breasts hidden beneath, their shape and contours accentuated through the material of the garment. He let his eyes drift lower, over the bare, tanned flesh of her belly, to the tops of her blue denim jeans. They were so tight that Phillip was sure he could make out the swell of her mound, just below the teeth of the zip. The thought of those jeans round her ankles, and his own teeth there instead, made his own trousers uncomfortably tight as his cock began to swell.
"Hi, Phillip. You ok?" Lost in his erotic daydream, he hadn't noticed the girl come over to join him. He swallowed nervously and stammered a greeting.
"Sure, I'm fine," he said. "Just thinking how beautiful ... how beautiful ..." He hesitated as he realised what he'd been about to say, then continued. "How beautiful the weather is today." As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. It sounded so lame.
"Er, yes," Jessica said, smiling nervously. "Are you coming in?" He looked up to see the last of the students filing into the room.
"Yes," he agreed. "Let's go." As he followed her into the room, he tried to think how he was going to drop his proposal on her.
They spent the lesson working on an essay for their English Literature, but Phillip found that he couldn't get very much done. He kept looking over at Jessica, trying to catch glimpses of her body when she wasn't looking and trying to hide the signs of the stiff rod growing in his trousers. By the time the end of the lesson came, his cock was an iron pole bulging painfully inside his jeans, and he had to readjust it's position between his legs before getting up to leave the room. He met Jessica outside, and together they headed off towards the canteen for lunch.
"Jessica ..." he began, as they made their way along the corridor. She turned to look t him as they continued walking.
"Yes?" He hesitated for a moment, and then continued.
"Have ... Have you got anything planned for this weekend?" Jessica turned back to look the way she was going.
"Not at the moment," she replied. "Why, did you have something in mind?"
"I did have." His legs started to tremble, and he felt his heart start to beat faster. He couldn't do this now. "I ... I'll tell you when we get to the canteen." They continued down the corridor for a few moments, passing other students and pupils of their way to dinner and lunchtime clubs. Phillip found himself glancing at the female students as he passed them, both the other sixth formers in their own, casual clothes and the lower years in their smart school uniforms. He found himself looking at their long legs, at the point where they disappeared into their school skirts, and at the swell of their small breasts under their blouses and t-shirts. Although their young bodies made his cock twitch, he realised that none of them were really exciting him. Not the way that Jessica was. If he told her what he'd done and she turned he down, he didn't know what he'd do.
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