Kerry Lace had the nicest rack in all of Jackson College and even better was that she didn't seem to know it. The first time she went out with Todd Simpson, in her short skirt and pink blouse, he had his fingers up her pussy within half an hour, and she couldn't understand why. What did boys like about it?
Now, Mr Roth was keeping her back after class again. He'd been making a habit of this lately, and it didn't seem to matter how well she behaved, she always landed the after school detention. And she was nearly nineteen, for chrissake!
This time he wanted her to clean the gymnasium changerooms, so she was in the locker room, scrubbing on her hands and knees with a sponge and bucket, when he came in behind her and said, "You're not meant to be here."
"Sorry, sir?" she said, gazing back over her shoulder at him, her crimped cheerleader mini-skirt riding up her buttocks so that he could just make out the bottom of her electric-blue g-string.
"I said: you're not meant to be in here."
She looked at him, confounded, and he elaborated that it was a male change room. What was she doing in the male changeroom?
"Oh, I -- you said to clean the changerooms... I was..."
"It's okay," he interrupted. He shook his head and sighed. "Well, you may as well finish what you've started. I'm going to take a shower, so don't look."
She went to say something but stopped. She went back to scrubbing the floor, careful not to look as Mr Roth undressed and left his clothes in a pile on the mid-room bench. She was circling the foam across the lino, soaking it up and then squeezing out the sponge in the bucket, but she couldn't help but sneak a quick peek as Mr Roth turned and made his way towards the showers. He had a large penis, almost twice the size of Todd Simpson's, which she'd hesitantly tugged for a full minute before he shot gooey sperm all over her blouse.
The one time she'd been penetrated was at a party over on campus. She was drunk and couldn't feel a thing, the guy a freshman who'd simply closed the door and wrested aside her panties before pushing into her with his small, hard prong. That time had only lasted a total of sixty seconds as well, before he blew his load inside of her, and the next day she had to go through the humiliation of a morning-after pill chemist excursion trip; she could still feel his stuff dripping out of her. It was like it never ended.
Now, she could see Mr Roth's penis swinging as he walked away, large and heavy, like a rope between his legs, his buttocks reminding her of the thighs of a strong horse. It gave her a weird sensation, almost like hunger. What was this? She thought, feeling dirty, even shaking her head and dismissing the notion. She had a job to do and then she could go home. She would be extra good this week so she wouldn't have to stay behind, ever again, or so she hoped.
But then she peeked across at Mr Roth. He was in the shower now, his back to her, the water running down his trapezoid muscles as he... what was he doing? Cleaning the organ which confusingly fascinated her so? His shoulder was moving up and down. Steam rising up in a cloud. The biggest penis she'd seen was her father's, as he'd wander to and from the shower in the nude, but it had nothing on Mr Roth's.
She continued scrubbing the floor and the weird feeling like hunger was making her feel slightly nauseous. Butterflies rose up through her stomach and her throat was wet. Mr Roth had finished showering and was now coming back to the bench. He was facing her; she couldn't help but look. From a full frontal his cock looked even bigger, his muscles gleaming in the shine of the water on his skin.
But he caught her looking and was not impressed. "I thought I told you not to look."
"I was -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, sir."
She could feel his eyes on her, leveling her. Her pulse was pounding in her neck. There was a warm and wet sensation in her g-string. It was unfamiliar and strange, but even though she was embarrassed and hoped Mr Roth wasn't aware of it, it made her want to rub it against something.
"I'm sorry for looking," she repeated, and yet couldn't help herself -- she stole another quick glance and he shook his head. He was just standing there, watching her. Couldn't he do something else? Didn't he have clothes to get dressed into? He hadn't even bothered covering himself with a towel. How could she not take a quick look? It was darkly fascinating to her; she'd never seen such a man's physique. And now that she'd stolen a second glance she saw that his penis had swollen. It no longer dangled, but it stood, like a fist, and Mr Roth didn't even seem embarrassed -- or even conscious of it.
"Why are you wearing your cheerleader uniform?" he said.
The question struck her as odd, but then she realized: afternoon detention was for standard uniform only. She'd had P.E. last session, and hadn't thought to change back.
"I -- I'm sorry, Mr Roth. I -- can change back into my standard uniform if it bothers you."
"Yes," he said, "You should do that. You know that you're not to wear your cheerleader uniform when on detention."
"Yes, I'm sorry, sir." She stood and went to go to the female changerooms but he quickly said, "What are you doing?" and she stopped mid-stroll.
