Candy cut classes the next morning. She had to. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything but her newfound senses. All the nerves in her pussy had been brought to life and the itch deep inside her threatened to drive her out of her mind. Horniness took on a new meaning for her. She had always thought her girlfriends were acting silly when they moaned and bitched about not getting enough.
She now knew firsthand what they were talking about.
No matter how she moved, how she twisted, she couldn't get away from her own body's insatiable sexual hungers. She rubbed across her snatch hoping this old method of easing her tensions would help. If anything, it added fuel to her lust. She masturbated. That wasn't good enough, not now that she had tasted a man's prick all the way up her cunt.
The teenager wandered around the school yard looking for some likely guy who would be willing to give her a quickie. She had heard all about quickies during PE. Candy had pretended not to pay any attention to all the locker room talk about getting a guy to fuck you fast between classes, but she had taken in each and every word.
She realized now that a lot of the talk was nothing but bragging. The boys going between classes seemed preoccupied with things other than sex – like actually making it to class and perhaps even learning something inside the classroom. She knew that was the way it actually was, but she had hoped to find just one guy willing to ball her.
Candy watched the third period classes vanish into the rooms to leave her standing alone in the halls. She knew she couldn't stay here longer. Sooner or later one of the teachers would come along and ask what she was doing out of class. She wasn't sure she could pull off the Mandy impersonation today. She hadn't worn a distinctive blouse with a monogram. It was a plain white one and if Mandy happened to turn up actually attending class for a change, the shit would hit the fan. The impersonation was too valuable a thing for Candy to give up so easily.
Pretending to be Mandy, she could get Tony any time she wanted him. That guy would jump through a hoop for the chance at fucking her again. She knew. She could see it in his eyes the way he looked at her, the way his prick bulged slightly as they passed in the halls. She had even petted his crotch once, lightly, and had almost laughed when she felt the hard, throbbing cock pressing into the jeans.
Candy was at loose ends. She didn't know how she could put the fires in her cunt out. Cock was the one way but it seemed to be denied her. She leaned against the frame of one of the doors and heard a familiar voice inside.
"Take out pencil and paper, class. You will have forty-five minutes to take the test."
Mr. Marrick.
She sighed and thought of the way he had fucked her like a bitch. That had been nice feeling her ass dragging against his legs while his prick pumped hard between her asscheeks and plunged up her cunt. But he hadn't been that much of a stud. Tony was a world better. Candy kept thinking of the way that cock felt inside her, though.
He might not have much technique, but his prick was ample. It had to be of a good size to drill into her cunt with such force. She had felt pulled apart though this was while she was still a virgin.
Virgin.
The word seemed like something out of a dream. She was a virgin for eighteen years and then left it behind yesterday. And it seemed like an eternity since she had been a woman of the world, knowledgeable about cocks and fucking and what it took to get her off Candy found it almost impossible, in fact, to believe only about twenty-four hours had passed since she'd lost her cherry.
She peeped into the classroom and saw Mr. Marrick at his desk, rocked back in the uncomfortable wooden chair furnished to all teachers. His legs were looped around the sides of the chair. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like in the leg well of the desk, her face just inches away from the man's crotch. She could reach out and… and why the hell not do it for real?
Candy felt a thrill of desire and sudden firm resolve to do what she wanted. What was the worst that could happen to her? She might be suspended for three days. That was all. She was a student, she could do anything she wanted. If anything, a three day suspension might be a blessing. It would give her a real chance to go out and cruise around looking for some boyfriend who could service her as she needed it now.
She opened the door and quickly dropped to her hands and knees. No one in the class saw her, they were too busy with their test. She quickly moved to the desk and pushed her way up under the desk. Mr. Marrick looked down in surprise. He asked her: "What do you think you're doing?"
He didn't make any attempt to keep his voice low. But she knew better than to answer. An answer would attract attention of the people in the front row of seats. Better to put Mr. Marrick in the position where he didn't dare say anything else to her.
Quick as the speed of light, she unzipped his fly and reached in. He grunted but he couldn't get away from her. His chair remained tipped back on its two back legs. She pulled his half-erect cock out into the open. If the man stood up now, he would be exposing more than he really wanted to his class.
"What are you doing?" he hissed. The man had turned entirely white from the shock. He tried to force her hands away from his slowly throbbing cock and couldn't do it. She continued playing with his semi-erect cock until he had to look up and see if anyone in the class noticed the odd goings on under the teacher's desk.
Candy guessed from the man's expression of relief that no one had noticed. But if she continued fondling his balls and playing with his cock, it might only be a matter of time.
"I thought I'd return the favor you gave me yesterday," she said, feeling a surge of power unlike anything she had ever experienced before. In part, Candy knew some of the thrill her sister must get out of balling Mr. Marrick. He was so easy to push around.
"You slut! Stop it this instant. What if the principal walks in the door? He'd have my ass in a sling."
"He can have your ass if I can keep your cock!"
She bobbed her head up and enmouthed his cock. The man groaned and sank back into his chair. She felt his cock respond to her avid licking. It jerked firmly erect and pressed lasciviously into her lips. She gave it a kiss and then opened her mouth enough to get even more of that sweet tasting, arousing prick into her mouth.
The entire end of his cock vanished from sight. She formed a trough with her tongue and cradled his prick. Her lips stretched to the breaking point to circle around his mighty fuck stick. She hadn't realized it was so huge. But then yesterday she had been a virgin and any cock would look normal to her without a standard of comparison. Moving her head back and forth, she dragged her rough, wet tongue over the most sensitive portion of his cock.
The man's loud sighs attracted attention from one of the members of the class. Mr. Marrick almost stuttered when he said, "Y-yes, Mike, what is it?"
"I thought you said something about the sixth question, Mr. Marrick. You were mumbling something to yourself but I thought it might be something we should know, about."
"Yeah, tell them, Mr. Marrick," whispered Candy, enjoying the man's discomfort. He didn't dare stand, not with her eager mouth so close to his cock. She dived back down and sucked even harder on his prick. The feeling of total control was as heady as the sexual desires running wild inside her.
She loved the taste of his cock and the way it filled up her mouth. She could suck on his fuck stick all day long. She changed her tactics a little and started licking up one side as if it were some meaty popsicle. The man's speech turned into tiny chirps like a bird. The girl continued licking all the way down to his balls.
The tight little sphere dangling under his firm, throbbingly alive cock boiled with his ill suppressed need. She felt his balls lurching around inside and knew the creamy load of his jism was begging for release. The girl thought that it would be great seeing him jet his wad onto his desk. Explaining that to his class would require some hell of a lot of work.
But she wouldn't do that. She had tasted jism on Tony's prick and decided she had developed an appetite for it. The teenager wanted to get Mr. Marrick so hot he jetted off into her sucking mouth. Then she could really taste what fresh jism was like.
"Just k-keep working, Mike," said Mr. Marrick to his pupil. "The t-test's going to be over in another twenty minutes."
"Can I turn it in now and leave early?"
"No!"
"Gee, sorry, Mr. Marrick. You don't have to get so uptight about it. I was just about finished and I thought…"
"Keep your tests till the end of the period. And don't come up here, any of you!" The man's voice carried a note of panic that pleased Candy. She sucked harder on it cock to give him a good reason not to let any of his students come up to his desk.
The man crumbled into the chair, almost boneless. She eagerly ate his cock until her jaws started to ache. She wondered what else she might be able to do with this scrumptious prick besides suck and lick it. The man wasn't giving her any dues. On impulse, she craned her neck and tried to see how far down her throat she could get his cock.
She felt the rubbery tip of the cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before it dived past her tonsils. Swallowing once lodged the cock firmly in her throat. She was turned on by the feeling of the hot, hard cylinder of cock flesh pulsing so strongly against her Adam's apple. She gulped and the Adam's apple bobbed up and down. She knew this would rub against the most sensitive portion of the man's huge cock.
The teenager knew the man's passions were being shoved to the breaking point by the way his cock danced around in her tight throat. But she couldn't hold him down much longer. She was beginning to gag and the feeling of having her air cut off wasn't nice at all. The girl allowed his cock to slowly slip from its tight sheath in her throat.
"Shit," he moaned. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"
"Must have been something really nice," she said, the tip of his cock lightly touching her lips. "You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."
His cock gave an extra jerk and a tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the very tip. Her tongue slithered out as quick as a snake's tongue and snared the bitter drop. She savored it as if it were a fine wine. She knew the best was still loaded up in his balls. She had to try and get it out and into her mouth where she could taste it.
Using the tip of her tongue again, she tried forcing her way down the man's piss-slit. She knew it wasn't possible but the idea made her hot. The attempt made Mr. Marrick jerk around on the hard wooden seat as if he were sitting on a splinter. She held him totally under her control – and all with just the tip of her tongue!
The girl's tongue worked around in circles just behind the broad purpled glans. She wasn't sure but she thought she felt his cock expanding in size as more and more excited blood pounded into it. The dark haired teenager began fucking her face, her heading moving back and forth to suck in and push out his cock. This was the only way she knew of to get all the prick into her mouth that she wanted and still be able to breathe.
The lips stroking along his length and the hot tongue probing hard at the end of his cock made the man's hips come alive. He thrust weakly toward her face. She easily took the thrusts and doubled their strength with her own head motions. She was getting off on face fucking herself.
The sudden explosion of jism into her mouth took her by surprise. She knew he was almost at the end of his fuse but she hadn't realized he was so close to coming. The first spurt of jizz arched through her mouth and spattered into her tonsils. She pressed her tongue into the end of his spewing prick to make sure she didn't miss any more of his tasty come.
Swirling her tongue around got the gooey white come to smear all over her taste buds. She reveled in the salty, tangy taste of man seed. Sucking harder seemed to encourage a flood of the stuff. The girl's mouth nursed greedily at his cock until it began to deflate. When it was lying limp and useless in his lap, she felt a little cheated.
It was all over too fast.
She licked her lips clean of his come and then started lapping up the stray drops on the man's cock. He was sweating and his hands shook. She knew he had been under a groat strain. He didn't want anyone in the class to know what was going on – and if the principal had made one of his spot checks of the classroom, Mr. Marrick would have been fired on the spot.
Those were extra treats for Candy. They added the possibility of exposure and gave her a surge of delight that she hadn't thought possible. She didn't think she was an exhibitionist, but the threat off possible discovery added a zest to sucking and fucking she loved.
"Finish it off, quick!" the man said loud enough for the first few rows of students to hear.
He looked up startled. The students were obediently finishing off their tests and were beginning to come up to his desk to turn in their papers. With a surge of power, he pulled his chair almost all the way under his desk, crushing Candy back against the wooden sheet that formed the front of his desk.
He didn't let her out until every student in the class had turned in their test and left. And by then she was feeling so nice and cozy and warm inside, it didn't matter. She had found out what it was like to suck a stud off. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.