After School Detention

[smooth1]

I normally hated detention hall, but today was different. Seated in seat 1, row 1 was Angela. Angela had lived a tough life, but her passion for Shakespeare had caught my attention when she was in my sophomore Lit class. Now at 18, Angela had truly blossomed. It was difficult to divert my eyes from her short dress and darkley tanned legs. After denying her multiple requests for restroom privileges, the bell rang and the students went home. I spent another hour grading papers and preparing for the next day. When I left, the school was compeltely deserted. As I approached my car, I noticed Angela standing alone at the front of the school, tears flowing from her eyes. Walking back toward her, I asked "Angela, are you OK-- can I help you?

 

[Guest]

I look out of the corner of my eye and see Mr. Smooth1 walking out of the building. Quickly, I start crying. I sense you walking towards me and spice up the drama. "Angela, are you okay? Can I help you?" he asked.

I walk closer to him and bury my face in his strong chest. I start sobbing deeply, letting my chest rise and fall against his. Instinctually, he wraps his arms around me. "Oh, Mr. Smooth1," I cry. "I've done a foolish thing!"

 

[smooth1]

Now now Angela, nothing can be that bad. Tell me dear..what is troubling you. Here, step into my office and let me taste...I mean dry those tears...Looking deep into your dark brown eyes while lost in my own fantasy I hear my voice as if off in the distance saying "what foolish thing have you done Angela?

 

[Guest]

You help me into your office and to a chair facing your desk. I thank you as you hand me a steeming cup of coffee. I concentrate on my breathing, trying to shake the sobs. You take advantage of my sobs for the moment, watching my chest rise and fall.

I take another deep breath and say, "I've done a stupid thing Mr. Smooth1. I've gotten behind on my studies, and if I don't pass your class I won't be able to get into the college of my dreams. Not to mention my parents won't ever forgive me. I don't know what to do!"

Your office is quite chilly, and my nipples are starting to pop out through my thin cotton sun dress. Small goosebumps cover my arms. I shiver...

[Edited by Tiggs on 07-26-2000 at 04:31 PM]

 

[Aranian]

I flipped the book shut with an audible clap, breathing a sigh of relief that my work was finally finished. Something about studying triginometry identities after school in this crypt of a library left a decidedly bad taste in my mouth. I gathered my study materials into a wad and slid them in my bag with the rest of the clutter. Always time to clean it out later. A thin trickle of blood oozed sluggishly from the papercut that ran along the length of my index finger. "Damn!" My outburst drew a number of irritated black looks from students at other tables. Sucking my wound and carrying the bag in the other hand I made my way from the room, returning some of the hostile glares.

So intent on tending my cut was I, that I nearly intruded on what was obviously meant to be a private meeting in Mr. Smooth1's office. Through the window I caught a clear view of the back of Mr. Smooth's head and across the desk a girl adding large amounts of saltwater to her coffee. This one was certainly worth a second look. Not wanting to be found gawking like a freshman, I quickly checked the the deserted hall and sidled up to the window. The girl, Angel or Angela I think, was what my bud Jake would probably have called a 'hot piece'. That she certainly was, she even had the knack for crying without going all red and blotchy. I hissed my envy as Mr. Smooth1 caught her soft, petite hand in both of his in some effort to comfort her.

 

[Gateleader]

Al made er way down the halls. She hated being here. she had graduated high school years ago, but her parents felt that she needed to e a "nrmal"kid. She made her way to Mr. Smooth1's office. She needed him to sign her request form. She turned to corner and stopped someone was standing outside Mr. Smooth1's office window looking in. Al could just see inside. He had someone with him.
Great,she thought, Ineed this signed today. SHE MADE her way to the office.
Al tapped the person at the window on the shoulder."Excuse me?"

 

[smooth1]

I was so fascinated with your hardening nipples that I almost missed your plea. Sitting on the front of my desk gives me the perfect view of your sobbing chest. I take your hands in mine and pull you to your feet in front of me. "Not to worry Angela, there are many ways to improve your grade". Your relief is obvious as you wrap your arms around my head and pull be close. Your sobbing turns to muffled thank you's as my face becomes buried in your firm young breasts. A hard nipple pressesd hard against my cheek as your perfume make me drunk with lust. I know this is wrong. I try to resist the tempattion. Just as I decide to do the right thing, your nipples slides down into my lips. I can't help myself. Closing my lips around the silk blouse, I trap your nipple. Your breath quickens as my lips caress your ever hardening nipple. My hands reach around you cupping your firm ass in my hands. I lean back and look into your warm eyes, searching for your reaction. . .

 

[Guest]

"Damn! Is this man dense?!" I think to myself. "How many passes do I have to make at the guy?"

I slide my body to the right slightly. I can feel my nipple pass over Mr. Smooth1's mouth. I doubt I can get any more obvious than that!

Just then, I feel his mouth close around my nipple. A soft moan escapes my mouth. His hands grab, and carress my ass. I moan again. I smile at him when he pauses to look at me. "So, about those options on saving me from failing?"

 

[smooth1]

Her smile ignites my lust. In one smooth motion I pick her up and turn her around and clear my desk with the other hand. Laying her back on my now clear desk, my mouth reaches for hers. My hands rip her blouse open and feast on the soft flesh of her upturned breast. The back of my tongue traces down her neck across the hardened nipples. Angela, I think your grade is improving already. My tongue roughly pushes her nipple in one direction and then the other. My lips again press around the nipple and pull in deep into my mouth letting it slide against my teeth as pulls back out. Totally oblivious to the world around us. my hands surround her waist and start to unfastern her.

 

[Guest]

"Oh God!" I moan. "really? My grade is going up? I want an A+ Mr. Smooth1!!!"

His mouth on my nipples is almost more than I can bare! I love the way the stubble around his mouth softly scratches my chest and nipples. My pussy is soaked now! I'm dying to have my pussy touched!

I start to spread my legs some, inviting my teacher to touch me EVERYWHERE. I've secretly had a crush on him since my Sophomore year, and now my fantasy was coming (or should I say cumming) true!

 

[smooth1]

Angela's plaid little skirt drops quietly to the floor. Her wet shaven pussy glistens in front of my hungry mouth. My tongue slides slowly up the inside of her thigh. As I reach the top of the thigh, my tongue laps up the juices already trailing down her leg. My tongue slides up the inside of her lips and down the other continuing down the inner thigh of her other leg. Retracing my steps, my tongue finds even more of her juices flowing and the head of the clit just starting to appear. My tongue pushes the clit up in the air and lets it fall back again. The clit pushes out further and harder. It is so big that I am able to run my tongue up and the sides before taking it deep in my mouth as my tongue swirls round it. I pull back again to admire her huge clit and then run the back of my tongue down the entire length. My mouth seeks it again and milks it back and forth with a sucking action that causes Angela to cry out as her hips buck wildly against my mouth. Angela, I think you are going to pass this class......I hear some commotion at my door, but I am to busy caressing Angela's huge clit with my mouth and tongue.

 

[Aranian]

My heavy breathing fogged a corner of the window as I pressed up against the cool glass, barely believing the scene taking place not four meters from where I crouched. Angela's head was thrown back, shudders rippled along her body as Mr. Smooth1 sought deeper and between her thighs. I licked my lips in time to catch a thin stream of spittle from running onto the base of the window. Angela's moans became audible even behind the thick glass.

Mr. Smooth1, fifteen years married and prudish as my grandmother looked to be making for home plate at breakneck speed with full intent to score. As he unbelted, dropped his pants, and sent them flying into a corner of the room, a frigid lump formed in my chest that cooled off my extremities as fast as they had heated. It was Mr. Smooth. Minus one dragon tattoo that should have curled lazily exhaling smoke on his lower left calf. As I ran my eyes up his back, other dissimilarities suddenly became evident: his marriage ring missing from his hand, his arms and torso were heavily muscled rather than thin and frail.

As Mr. Smooth1 blindly begain to unbutton Angela's blouse with one hand while still lapping at her quivering pussy, a thought stole past churning emotions of arousal. Was he really Mr. Smooth1?

Then the office door opened.

 

[smooth1]

Now free of all of our clothes, I pull Angela back up to a standing position. My hard cock caught between our stomachs, her breath coming in short little spurts. "Angela, I am afraid that I will have to punish you." You've made a mess on my desk. How can I pass those graded papers back other students. Now, bend over, put your hands on that chair and take you what you have comming to you. I reached into my desk, and produced a long wooden paddle, that had been used in the days when students were under control and were punished appropriately. The paddle had little holes to let the air escape and make sure that maximum pain was caused by each blow. I lifted the paddle high in the air, aiming for Angela tanned ass. Pausing for a second, I notice her juices still running down her inner thigh. I brought the paddle down hard on her firm ass. The noise of the paddle punishing the flesh echoed in this small office. Once again I raised the paddle, noticing that even more of Angelas juices were running down her thigh. Was she enjoying this?

 

[Guest]

I grunted softly as I felt a blow to my ass. After a few more smacks my ass was stinging. I could feel the burning heat radiating of my flesh. "I'm sorry Sir," I said, almost in tears. No one had ever spanked me before. I was feeling a mix of emotions. It stung, but there was something erotic about the pain too...

 

[Aranian]

The figure in the door froze a moment and then retreated down the hall on silent feet. Good. The two hadn't noticed. I wondered who it was and if he or she would spill the beans. Probably not, I guessed.

The Mr. Smooth1-who-was-not raised the paddle again and laid a third smack on her firm ass which was redening quickly as blood rushed in sensitizing it. I winced. This was better than the xxx rated movie my older brother had descretely given to me on my 18th.

Angela wasn't trying to escape, she was lying on her stomach quietly taking the blows. Did she even know that this wasn't even Mr. Smooth1? Or was she party to the deception? I felt as though I had dived in over my head o this one. It was time to leave, time to get out of this while I still could. Yet, my feet were cemented in place.

The intercom came on, but was drowned out by a series of loud smacks by the paddle. I knew what the announcement was though. "All students in activities unsupervised by a teacher are to leave the building immediately." It was ten minutes to lockdown. The only way in or out then would be with someone who had a key.

 

[smooth1]

Angela's voice had a strange sound to it. The cocky, street toughened girl, sounded almost fragile. I bent over to kiss away the pain I had caused. Working from top to bottom, I blew my cool breath on her very red ass. As I got to the bottom, the smell of her passion over whelmed me. Sliding my tongue just under her anus, I began spreading her juices over her red hot ass. Stooping low, under her wet pussy, I continued to my work over her firm young body. As I stood up, I let my hard cock slide up the back of her legs. Taking her long hair in my hand I pulled her back into my cock and forced her to stand erect as my cock slid between her thighs pressing up against her pussy. You are going to have work harder for an A+ Angela. She tried to bend over to get away from my grasp and in doing so, forced all of my cock completely into her. The movement made a loud popping sound as my cock completely impaled her tight young pussy. Her grunt of pleasure spurred me to movement. Releasing her hair, I reached both hands around to cup her breast as my hips began to rythmically slide upward. I hadn't planned things this way, but it was to late to turn back now. My hands kneaded her breast, pinching her nipples between my fingers as I continued to thrust myself inside of her. My left hand slid down between her legs and found her hard clit as I began moving faster and faster. Her screams were coming faster and harder ....

 

[Gateleader]

Al opened the door and looked in.Mr.Smooth1 was messing around with some girl. Al turned and left.
The guy who she had seen was crouching in the corner looking throught the window. Al slowly crept up behind him. He was kinda a hottie. At 18 she had long ago relized that cute guys hated brains. She slide up beside him. He wasso into watching what was going on inside he didn't see her.
Just then the intercome came on. Something about students leaving orthey would get locked in. Al thought to herself, I wouldn't mind getting locked in with this guy.
Al placed her hand over his mouth. Heturned and ooked at her."Shush. If you sa anything they'll hear and know you've been here the whole time."
He nodded and Al removed her hand. She looked him over. She could see that he was enjoying the show going on inside. Al looked throught the window. He watched aswell.
"My name is Al. And you are?"

 

[Aranian]

A hand clamped vice-like over my mouth, and strong arms suppressed my reaction to lunge upward from the crouch. The assailant had caught me completely by surprise and for a brief moment I wondered if the person would snap my neck.

"Shush. If you say anything they'll hear and know you've been here the whole time. My name is Al. And you are?"

I recognized Alisa from my fourth hour pre-calc class. I knew who she was. She sat two seats up and one to the right of me. She wore her hair in a single long braid on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Ponytail on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She had a slight birthmark on the outside of her left arm. Her favorite shirt was the bright red one which she wore one day out of every week. My favorite was the white because if I looked from just the right angle, I could see the outline of her bra straps and imagine what my hands might feel like in their place...

What was I thinking? She'd never spoken a single word to me in our lifetime or even acknowledged my existance for that matter. I took a moment to reflect on the bizarre situation; I was with two of the most fantasized about girls in the senior class, one in the process of getting laid by a man posing as a teacher, the other intently watching the first.

"Al-Al-Alisa! You scared the shit out of me," I paused, uncertain of how to address the spectacle through the window, "Angela is getting it on with Mr. Smooth1," I finished weakly.

"I have eyes." she answered dryly.

"Yeah, but that's not Mr. Smooth1. He may look like it but have a look at his leg, his hands."

The two in the office were going at it full force now, Mr. Smooth1-who-wasn't greedily using her body to pleasure himself. His hands alternately caressing her back and clenching handfulls of her long beautiful hair that pooled on the desk. Both rocked back and forth with the strength of his thrusts as he anointed his hard thick member inside of her teenage pussy.

From behind, Alisa cussed, "Fuck! Your right! If that's not Mr. Smooth1, then who the hell is it? One of those sickos who stalks teen girls in schools and rapes them?"

"If he is, I'd say he's doing a pretty good job," I muttered as the man rammed over half his length inside of Angela.

 

[Gateleader]

Al looked at the man. he did look ike Mr. smooth1. Wait a second. Why am I looking at him when I have a total hot guy sitting next to me.
Now that he had turn she recognized him from her math class. He was always staring at her. It was weird. She knew he liked to stare at her.
"so should we do something?' I know what want to do with you, she thought. Oh crap he probaably thinks this is turning me on watching people have sex. I know it's turning him on. Al stared at the large bump in his pants.
"Hmmm, i wonder ow big that is." Al turned bright red. OH GOd, she thought, I said that out loud!
Al looked down at the floor unable to meet his eyes.