Anna

Anna was the girl I always wanted to date when I was eighteen.

She was like a favourite cult movie, campy plays and critically acclaimed books. She was smart, perceptive, witty and sarcastic. And she hated being one of the most popular girls in school. But being one of the few elite art students and a school runner, she found it hard to fly under the radar.

Like most pretty young girls, Anna never lacked admirers. During Valentine's Day, an overzealous admirer sent a student councillor playing cupid to deliver a large bouquet of red red tulips to Anna during my lecture. It was legendary. Teachers balked and schoolgirls sighed. The willful admirer only had to content himself with being "a good friend".

Like any eighteen-year old student, she was a typical one – nonchalant at best when it came to school rules, lazy when it came to assignments but she turned in excellent work when she did. Her skirts were a little too short for my liking – I saw too much of her gorgeously tanned legs and sometimes I felt she knew.

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I preferred to do my marking late in the evening where it was quiet and empty, save for a few students. One evening, I decided to grab a quick bite from one of the vending machines across the Student Lounge before settling down to grading badly written scripts.

As I walked past the Student Lounge, I thought I saw something move in there.

There were three of them: two boys and a girl. Nude and frolicking in the student lounge.

Their bodies were dappled by the light from lamp outside the room. I saw a young female breast, exposed and a mouth hungrily suckling it. Pairs of hands were everywhere – touching, feeling, caressing, fondling. Smooth skin. Carnal kisses. Their bodies undulated in a soundless dance, punctuated only but soft moans and heavy breathing.

I stole into the room, ready to pounce upon them like a disciplinarian. But I heard the girl murmuring her pleasure in the dirtiest phrases in the most familiar voice.

It was Anna.

Damp streaks of hair was plastered across her face that was furrowed in pleasure. She was moved into position on her knees. One entered her firmly from behind to a cacophony of moans while the other lifted her pretty face and guided himself into her mouth. In and out, in and out. Her breasts swung softly until a hand cupped and fondled them. After a while the one behind her groaned loudly as he thrust frantically, signaling his climax.

Anna was then pushed onto her back and mounted. She let out a cry and her other lover let out a triumphant grunt as he finished, releasing himself into her with a flourish. She laid there, with her arms stretched out by her sides, her legs spread apart and semen flecking her thighs.

I sat there in the dark, nursing an almost painful hard-on as I watched the three students quietly pull on their clothes.

I called her into my office the next afternoon.

"I saw you, Anna," I said.

She gave me a puzzled look. "Saw me?"

"I saw you," I repeated in italics.

She blinked. "Oh." Realisation dawned on her instantly. She gave a small mysterious smile.

"Did you like it?"

Excuse me?

"Did you like...watching me?" she said again but softly, slowly making her way around my desk.

I was dumbfounded because it was the truth. My pants suddenly grew uncomfortable.

Suddenly she was on her knees and unzipping my pants, her elfin face turned up towards me, watching. When I said nothing, she carefully slid my pants over my hips, her hands grazing my growing erection. It swelled and it swelled, filling the space between us. Anna's eyes widened and glanced at me.

She then held me in her small hands and her face leaned in close to my crotch as she took me into her mouth as deep as she could. I tried to desperately think of the assignments I was supposed to grade, of the latest assignment I gave to my students, of my job, of anything that would stop the wonderful sensations she was inflicting on me with her sweet little mouth. She stroked and cajoled as I hazily wondered where she learnt it all. I sank my fingers into her hair as she bobbed against my crotch.

She finally stopped and then sat back on her haunches, panting slightly. She cheeks were flushed and her eyes languid. Impatient now, I hauled her to her feet and pushed her toward my desk. And underneath her skirt and panties, I slowly squeezed myself inside her. She moaned, clenching her fingers into the pile of papers on my desk. I was so large and she was so tight. I began to move in a steady rhythm, trying to quell the compulsion to take her hard and fast like an animal.

I shifted her into another position; I wanted to see her face scrunched up in pleasure as I took her. She sat on my desk, legs spread wide. The stain on her panties had enlargened. And as I entered her again, she gave me a look of fleeting hatred before she threw her head back in pain/pleasure. She bit down her lower lip, stifling her cries. My thrusts grew urgent; her moans grew louder. She dug her nails into my shoulders and a cry tore from her as she found her climax. Unable to hold back, I came, spilling hot semen into her young tight cunt.

And for those few seconds, I was in love as I pounded mindlessly into her until I was empty.

Anna collapsed onto my desk like a rag doll. I reluctantly loped off her. She lay there for several moments, her skirt bunched up around her waist, the crotch of her pale pink panties was drenched and her thighs streaked with mingled juices. Eventually she peeled herself off and gingerly came to her feet.

We looked at each other.

What was the right thing to say?

Without a word, she straightened herself up and walked out as coolly as she came in.

The room had the smell of steaming, illicit sex.

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Anna has me by the balls.

She is kneeling between my legs, stroking the entire length of my monstrous erection with her small hands, playing with my scrotum like a couple of dice. She is licking and sucking like a seasoned pornstar, torturing me more with each moan that tears involuntarily from my chest.

Meanwhile, I am trying to mark a stack of essays on the theme of revenge in Hamlet. But I am merely twirling my pen and clenching and unclenching my fist, barely able to get past the first sentence of the script before me. I can only think of putting my hard cock into my precocious student.

"Anna..."I say tightly. "Please..."

She stops and comes to her feet. Without warning, she straddles my lap, grabs my cock and sets herself down on it. We moan harmoniously as if finally finding relief from unbearable pain. More of my erection disappears into her tight, young pussy. As she begins to slide herself up and down, I grip her hips and grind upwards. Soon we are moving in a rhythm, punctuated by our moans and sighs of pleasure.

Anna leans over and kisses me carnally, twirling her tongue with mine. Her blouse magically unbuttons, exposing her full breasts – she isn't wearing a bra beneath her school uniform. Her forehead is covered with a thin film of perspiration. Hungrily, I take a puckered nipple into my mouth to suckle. She sighs my name in a sing song.

Suddenly the race to climax is urgent. I am thrusting upwards faster and harder now. She frowns with her eyes closed, her moans escalating. Then she comes, gasping, as she spasms around my cock. Impassioned, I pick her up, slam her on top of the unmarked assignments and resume my thrusts. In and out, in and out I pump. Louder and louder she cries, but they only spur me on.

With final thrusts, I come exploding. She lies there, overwhelmed by the orgasm throbbing through her still, not realising the surge of semen filling her. I collapse on top of her, panting. Our groins are slick with sweat and juices.

This should not have happened again.