All characters are over 18.
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Schools are strange places when they're empty: little ghost towns, empty of noise and heat and movement.
As he trudged along the history corridor, turning off lights and locking up classrooms, Mr S was moving quietly, tired in his bones. He was looking forward to an evening alone, stamping through the cold streets to the train, chopping vegetables with a sharp Japanese knife, a scalding hot shower and at last, an orgasm that would uncoil the tension in his shoulders and wipe the foggy headache from his temples. He'd had to stay late for a long and boring meeting about the changing curriculum. More and more, it seemed like most of his job was meetings and paperwork, and he hated it.
At the last classroom - his own, Classics - he stopped in the doorway. He recognised Will first, captain of the football team, seated with his bright blue eyes closed. And on her knees in front of him - was it, could it be? It was. That was her braid, her pale neck and her book-stuffed bag on the floor.
Alice, his cleverest student, his favourite student, was sucking off the football captain in his classroom.
***
It wasn't until he spoke that she knew he was there. She was involved in the task at hand: licking, sucking, pulling, doing whatever she could to Will's dick to keep their current arrangement going.
"Well, well, well. Miss Leigh and Mr Carpenter."
She could feel Will tense with shock, and she herself just about choked, with Will inside her mouth and her throat tightening with fear. She knew that voice. She thought about that voice before she went to sleep at night and in the shower in the morning. That voice was the reason she'd suggested
this
classroom. But he was supposed to have gone home for the day - it was well after four and she knew he didn't have any classes after lunch.
All this passed through her mind in the time it took for Mr S to pause, draw breath, and sigh. Then he continued: "Well, don't let me stop you. Keep up the good work Ms Leigh. Mr Carpenter, surely you'll do the young lady the courtesy of looking at her while she...attends to you."
Will and Alice's eyes met. She raised her eyebrows in a question and he shrugged ever so slightly in response. She resumed her tonguing of the head of his penis, licking it as if it were a lollipop.
"Ah, see now, that's where you're going wrong."
For the second time, they both froze. She was desperate to turn her head, to look at him - could it really be him? - but she couldn't bear to move. Her hands were on either of Will's thighs, her head between them, and he grabbed one hand, soothingly, almost
protectively
.
He started to say something. "You can't -"
But the clear ringing teacher's voice overpowered his. "Take the whole thing into your mouth at once." She complied. "And go as far down as you can, with just a little light suction."
And now Will took a quavering breath in, his opposition seemingly forgotten. His grip on her fingers tightened.
"Now all the way to the top again, but don't let it out of your mouth."
Will moaned this time.
"Very good. And again."
She looked up at Will, and there was a desperate, almost pained look in his eyes now, one she'd never seen before. He nodded slightly before tipping his head back and screwing his eyes shut. He squeezed her hand encouragingly and she continued.
"Yes, just like that. Let your lips catch on where the tip joins the shaft but keep moving and keep the pressure up."
She felt like she could feel his voice travelling down her spine like black molasses, dripping into the deepest places of her and pooling between her legs where it crackled, hungrily. And what he was saying was working. Will's breath was ragged and she could feel the muscles in his legs clenching and jumping through his suit trousers. She focused on her mouth, on keeping her teeth out of the way, on taking the shaft a little deeper into her mouth each time. She was enjoying this, enjoying hearing perfect Will Carpenter lose his cool.
"Oh - fuck", gasped Will. He'd never done that before, this was new territory for her. He was
enjoying
it. She, Alice Leigh, hated by all her fellow students and beloved by all her teachers, was going to make Will come. She sped up, ignoring the twinges in her neck as her head bobbed up and down.
"Very good girl." She'd almost forgotten he was there. But Mr S's voice was like a dropped match on petrol-soaked newspaper. The shock started at the back of her head, where she could just about feel his eyes on her, and travelled in a flash over her breasts, consuming them with an ache, and then crackled into a fire in her groin.
"I think he likes it, don't you. Do you like that, Mr Football Captain?"
Will moaned with his whole throat - loud, almost like an animal in pain.
"I said do you like that, Mr Foottball Captain?"
Will's garbled moan: "Yes, ugh, sir."
And with that, Alice's mouth exploded with liquid.
***
As soon as Will came, he was suddenly aware of the situation he was in. Alice, the class nerd, was coughing down his cum - and how had she done it? He had never orgasmed with a girl before, no matter how many members of the netball team tried. It was only alone, in his rooms, after football practice and showers, that he managed it.
