The date was set. After talking to the folks over at administration, I managed to arrange it so that next week's class was moved up two hours. This made it so it was the last class of the day for the attending students. Including Ali's.
As the days passed in anticipation of our appointment, I felt more galvanized in my actions. My attitude had shifted. Where before I had been timid and weak, I now started growing more confident. The knowledge that the most attractive girl in class was wholly in my control gave me more confidence than a thousand years of lifting weights in the gym could ever do. I wasn't sure what she would say or do; but the thoughts of what could happen were reward enough.
Finally, after a week that felt like a month, the day of our appointment arrived. When Ali entered the classroom at the start of class, she didn't act anything out of the ordinary. She didn't look at me, as per usual, and was chatting with her friends as if she didn't have a care in the world. She wore a pretty green sweater that hugged her curves, and her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was still the same old, drop-dead gorgeous babe she'd always been. Despite my confidence, I felt a pang of doubt in my stomach. Had she remembered? Or would she simply walk out of that door when class ended?
I had a harder time than usual giving my lecture. My eyes would regularly flash at Ali, and I became increasingly worried that it was becoming noticeable. Ali, for her part, didn't seem to notice or care. She was either scribbling in her notebook or staring at the projector screen behind me. While I tried to spread my attention across the class, I would always be pulled back towards her, as if she were a powerful magnet and my eyes were made of metal.
After two hours of this abject torture, I was finally greeted by the beeping sound of my watch alarm signaling the end of class. I felt like I'd just run a marathon, and fell back into my chair. I didn't pay any attention to the leaving students. I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and swatted my forehead. The glass of water on my desk was empty. Great, I thought, just what I needed. As I looked into my bag trying to find a water bottle that I knew wasn't there, I didn't notice that the room had grown silent. When I looked up, I saw that the class had emptied. There was only a single student left, sitting on the sixth row, staring straight at me. Ali.
All thoughts of thirst and water left my mind. I felt my heart rate increase. Raising my arm, I gestured her to come closer. As she got up and made her way down, I pretended to straighten some wayward stacks of paper on my desk to appear busy. From the corner of my eyes, I watched Ali as she descended. She moved with a feline grace, almost panther-like, as if every move was meant to entice the observer. God, this girl was sexy, I thought. How could a person raised in such a strict religious household develop into...this?
When she finally reached the front of the room, I motioned for her to sit on the same chair she sat on during our first encounter. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she lowered her bag and sat down. I put down the stack of papers I was holding and placed my arms on the desk.
"Ali, glad you could make it," I began.
Her eyes flashed as if she wanted to say something, but she decided against it and remained silent.
"So," I went on, "your situation hasn't really changed. With these grades, you won't pass this class unless you get at least a 95 on the finals. And forgive me for sounding rude, but we both know that's not happening."
Ali hands curled into fists on her lap, but she begrudgingly nodded.
"But, " I said, standing up, "there is a way out for you."
Her eyes nervously followed me as I slowly walked behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and I could feel a slight shiver go through her body. I started rubbing her sweater-covered shoulders, moving up and down her upper-arms. Ali kept her head down, so I couldn't see her expression.
"You'll have to do something for me though," I continued.
With that, I lowered my hands to her breasts. This time, a real shock went through Ali's body, and for a brief moment I thought she would get up and slap me. But to her credit, she remained motionless on the chair. I couldn't believe it. After all those months of passively ogling her beautiful jugs, I was now actually touching them. How many of the boys in class had dreamed of doing just this? They always peeked at her chest, but I knew they were painfully aware that she was way out of their leagues. And out of mine, for that matter. Yet here I was, my hands on her tits while she let it happen.
I gently squeezed my hands, feeling the supple flesh of her boobs reshape itself under my touch. Unlike our last meeting, this time she wore a bra, but I didn't care. I moved my hands in circles, feeling the full contours of her breasts underneath her sweater. I had had my taste, and I needed more. My hands moved down towards her waist and grabbed the edges of her sweater. Suddenly I felt two hands on top of my own.
"N-no, " Ali said, her voice low. "I...I don't think I want to do this after all."
This close to her, I could see just how flawless her skin really was. There wasn't even the tiniest pimple or scar on it.
"It's the only way," I assured her, as I started pulling her sweater up.
She still resisted but I was stronger, and a short while later her sweater was off, leaving her only in her bra and jeans. She wore a black lace bra, and I nearly fainted at the sight of her giant melons crammed inside its tight confines. Ali's breaths were coming out in short bursts as I started working on the straps of her bra. It had been a long time since I'd done this, and it took me longer than I care to admit, but eventually I managed to unhook her bra. I stood up and moved back in front of Ali. Her bra was hanging loosely around her shoulders, giving me a delicious view of her cleavage.
"Take it off," I told her.
Slowly, unwillingly, she grabbed her bra and leaned over slightly to wiggle her arms and shoulders until she had fully removed it. After she finished, she sat up straight again. She looked at me with a defiant look in her eyes, as if daring me to stare at her naked breasts.
And stare I did. For so long, I'd imagined what her tits might look like underneath those tank tops she liked to wear. All the teasing, all the peeks down her cleavage whenever I walked past her...nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
They were large, which I'd of course already known; easily a D-cup, maybe even DD's. Hell if I know, I wasn't an expert on bra sizes. But what amazed me the most were how perky they were. I knew that the larger the breasts, the more prone to sagging they became, but Ali's jugs proudly jutted out from her chest as if they were being held up by some invisible force. I half suspected that they were implants, but there was no way her parents would ever allow it. Either that, or they were the firmest, perkiest natural tits I'd ever seen. They had the same smooth, olive-colored tone like the rest of her body, and a thick dark nipple crowned each breast.
For a moment, I simply stood there, gaping at her half-naked body. Realizing how stupid I looked, I quickly gathered myself and swallowed.
"V-very nice," I said nonchalantly, cursing my stutter.
Ali raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. I hated when she did that. It made me feel so worthless, like I was back in high school, listening to the girls laugh behind my back. I was in control here, I reminded myself. And it was damn well time to show her that.
"Get up," I commanded, a new edge of steel in my voice.
Ali narrowed her eyes at the change of tone, but stood up all the same.
"Sit on my desk."
She obeyed. We were now at roughly equal height. Wasting no time, I bent down and grabbed her luscious boobs. Ali twitched almost imperceptibly, but otherwise remained still. Finally feeling those glorious mounds in the palm of my hands was all I could have ever asked for. I started kneading them, grabbing big chunks of her flesh at a time and mauling them. I was like a child playing with clay, rubbing and squeezing Ali's jugs with abandon. As I molested her breasts, I knew one thing for sure: these weren't implants.
When I looked up, I saw that the defiant look in Ali's eyes had made way for a more panicked one. it seemed that she was finally beginning to understand who was in charge here. Pushing forward, I grabbed her left tit and put my mouth on her dark nipple, sucking on it like a baby. Ali sharply breathed in. Her nipple was like a piece of candy in my mouth, and I flicked it with my tongue, side to side, up and down, while my other hand was pinching and squeezing her other nipple. This two-pronged assault was affecting Ali more than she wanted to show. I could hear her breath quicken, and I could feel her nipple harden inside my mouth. This only made me hornier, and I intensified my nursing. When I'd had my fill of her left nipple, I switched to the right, giving it the same voracious treatment.
By the time I was done with her tits, they looked like someone had thrown a bucket of oily water on them. They glistened in the harsh light of the fluorescent tubes hanging on the ceiling, and her nipples were rock-hard and wet. A pronounced blush had begun to spread across Ali's face. Was it shame? Or was it excitement?
I got to my knees and started fidgeting with her jeans. It didn't take long for them to come off. Underneath it, she wore a pink thong of the same black lace as her bra. Christ. Did she always dress like this? Was she always hiding this erotic lingerie when sitting in my class, diligently writing down her notes?
"Raise your legs," I ordered.
She complied, and slowly I pulled her thong out from underneath her. There was a barely noticeable stain on its front. When I touched it, it was still wet. I looked at Ali, who avoided my gaze. Throwing away the thong, I forcibly spread her legs, fully exposing her pussy. I was surprised to find a thick bush of hair crowning her slit. I knew there were men who preferred their women completely shaven, but I couldn't care less. If anything, it turned me on more knowing that this girl, who devoted so much time to her appearance, was so wild and unkempt in the parts that nobody could see. And the way her thick pussy lips glistened invitingly made my body burn up.
Pulling her towards me by her hips, I started licking her cunt. I started out slow, testing out the waters. I peppered my licking with the occasional sucking on her folds, savoring her taste. Ali was making strange, muffled sounds; not quite moans, but more as if she was struggling against something. I was too caught up with the feast in front of me to really notice. I started picking up speed, licking her cunt long strokes at a time, and before long I was lapping her up like a dog, licking and kissing and sucking her pussy.
As I licked her, I slowly put one finger inside her, gently pushing it in and out of her. The shiver that went through her body told me everything I needed to know, and soon one finger became two. She was soaking wet by now, and my fingers slid in and out of her without trouble. I increased the speed at which I was finger-fucking her, all the while keeping up my licking and sucking. I felt a hand on my head, pushing me towards Ali's cunt. A second later, I started hearing soft moans from above.
I didn't care. My mind was wholly occupied by the dripping wet pussy in front of my face as my tongue wildly explored every part of her cunt. But when Ali's moans started getting louder and her body started tensing up, I forced my head away from her.
"Wh-what?" Ali said startled, the disappointment plain in her voice.
I started unbuckling my belt. When she saw what I was doing, she put her hand to her pussy and started rubbing it with two fingers. Quickly, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away.
"No," was all I said. I wanted her to wait while I took my time undressing. She was inches away from cumming, I knew, and this must be hell for her. Her body must be begging her to finish the job, but it would have to wait. I could see the desperation in Ali's eyes as she followed my every movement. I had to keep myself from laughing. Once my cock sprang free from my pants, I could see Ali briefly lick her lips, so quickly that I doubted she was aware of it herself. My dick wasn't anything too impressive. Five, maybe five and a half inches on a good day. But with Ali on the verge of exploding, it might as well have been seven inches for all it mattered to her.
"Lay down," I told her.
I was thinking about making her give me a blowjob, but I'd already spent so much time on her tits and pussy that I was running short on time. Eventually, the janitor would come in to do his daily cleanings. I'd rather he not see me with my cock in a student's mouth. Instead, I grabbed her by the legs and positioned my dick in front of her glistening pussy. I pressed the head of my cock against her folds, rubbing her and letting a small part of my dick enter before pulling it back. Ali's frustrated grunts increased, and finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Please!" she shouted.
The magic word. After rubbing my cock against her her a few more time, I plunged balls-deep into her.
"Aaaaah," Ali moaned contently.
I almost let out a similar moan; Ali's pussy was amazingly tight. It gripped my dick like a warm, fleshy vice, and being inside her felt like submerging my dick into a pool of warm chocolate. I was quick to find my rhythm, and before long I was pumping in and out her. Ali had her hands on my arms, and the sound of my hips slamming into her echoed throughout the room.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Ali continued to moan sensually as I fucked her. I felt my body heating up as I moved in and out of her. Ali tried to rub her slit with her hand while we fucked, but I pushed her hand away. She would have no agency in this. She was a whore, my whore, and I would treat her as such. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, and I reached out with one hand and started mauling them, causing Ali to moan even louder. My own grunts were coming out in quick and short bursts, the load of Ali's legs on my shoulders and the continuous pumping into her tight pussy proving quite strenuous. After going on for a few more minutes, I decided on a different tactic. I pulled my wet dick out of her and turned her around so that her tits were squashed against the desk and her ass was pointing at me. Without giving either of us time to rest, I plunged right back into here, picking up where I left off. I fucked her like she was a bitch in heat, hard fast pumps that made us both grunt like rabid dogs. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back as I fucked her, and when she turned her head towards me I saw that the sweating was causing her mascara to run down her face.
SMACK.
"Fuuuuuck," I heard her cry out, after I slapped her ass with my hand.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
"O-oh, god," she mumbled incoherently.
Her body began to shiver. I realized she was reaching her limit.
SMACK.
With the last slap, I felt her body tense up. Her pussy squeezed my dick, and Ali moaned out loudly. When I pulled out of her, she crumbled to the ground, her orgasm wracking her body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising with every intake of breath. I was almost spent myself, but there was one thing left for me to do.
"Get up on your knees," I told her, not giving her the privilege of resting post-orgasm.
She looked up weakly.
"B-but..."
"Did I stutter?" I demanded.
Obediently, she got to her knees.
"Push out those tits."
She placed her arms beneath her chest in a hugging fashion, and pushed out her large breasts. I started jerking my dick as she sat there, her eyes staring at me innocently. With those huge jugs to look at it didn't take long for me to cum. I exploded all over her tits, thick strands of cum spraying on her face and chest just like I'd dreamed of doing for so long. Ali moaned as I covered her in my cum, opening her mouth and trying to catch as much of my load with her tongue as she could. When I'd finally finished, she started lapping up the excess cum from her body with her fingers, sucking on them afterwards like a lollipop. I fell back onto the chair Ali had been sitting on, my body shining with sweat while Ali licked herself clean on the floor beside me. I looked at the defiled beauty next to me and smiled.
"Alright Ali, I'll see what I can do about your grades."
For the first time in what felt like forever, she hesitantly smiled as well. Her lips were still coated with my cum, making the gesture that much sexier. I got up to my feet.
"Let's get you dressed and out of here. Wouldn't want anyone to-"
The handle on the classroom door turned. Instantly, both our heads jerked upwards.
The janitor.
Fuck.
