My mom slid over a plate of freshly scrambled eggs in front of me. Smiling up at her, I thanked her and picked up a spoon and began to dig in. Kean sat close beside me, eating a buttered-up toast and some eggs of his own. Our shoulders brushed against each other, and my hand worked under the table.
I was wearing a tight white shirt with my black bra partially visible underneath. Along with that, I had a pair of thin blue shorts that barely reached down to my thighs, revealing my soft, slender legs. Kean wore a pair of loose, red pajama pants and a black tank top.
Kean glanced at me momentarily and grinned, before focusing back at his food. My cheeks reddened slightly as I continued eating. Under the table, I was slowly stroking his hard cock, while his hand gently rubbed my thigh. His member throbbed in my grip, and my pussy began to leak with juices.
“Good morning,” My dad called, stepping into the kitchen and smiling at all of us. We greeted him back as he made his way around to the table and sat across from us.
He started up a conversation with my brother about his sports team. I shuddered slightly as I felt a strange feeling bubble up from within me at the very idea of giving my brother a handjob while our parents were right in front of us. I let out a soft breath and leaned forward slightly to stare contently at my food.
I tensed when I felt Kean’s hand slide deep into my inner thighs and momentarily touch my soaking black panties. My jaw clenched as I felt my lower lips tingles from his touch, and I clamped my thighs around his hand.
I continued to stroke his cock as he worked his fingers against my lips, gently rubbing them through my panties. I lowered my spoon down and gripped the table slightly as electricity surged through my body from the sensations. My stroking increased slightly in speed, and I could feel my brother’s precum dribble out and soak his rod and my palm.
Encouraged by my obvious increase in arousal and my stroking pace, Kean began to pull the bottom of my panties aside to access my lips.
“Brad and I are going to be the power forwards,” Kean explained to our dad as he shoved a finger inside of me.
I closed my eyes and held back the urge to moan. I knew my brother could feel my juices flood out and onto his finger. I continued stroking his cock, my grip gradually tightening around his rod. For a moment, I felt him tense up.
Mom sat down next to dad with a plate of scrambled eggs of her own. She slid a plate of buttered toast and a cup of coffee over to him. As they began to eat, my brother shoved another finger inside of me. My eyes flew open, and I let out another soft breath of pleasure.
“Something wrong, dear?” My mom called to me, tilting her head to the side.
I blinked a couple of seconds, and then looked up to see everyone staring at me. Kean had a slight smile on his face, and I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.
“N-No,” I gave a slight smile to my mom, picking up my spoon, “Just a little tired.” I gave her a fake yawn and then went back to eating.
Kean gave a small cough before squeezing my thigh. My eyes widened slightly, and I looked over at his face to see a small expression of strain. While our parents focused on eating their food, he leaned over to me.
“I’m about to cum,” He whispered.
I shuddered again as my pussy tingled. Nodding slowly, I continued to stroke his cock, applying a little more pressure and focusing on the head. He let out a soft groan, morphing it midway into a yawn. My pace increased and I felt his body tense up.
After a few moments, I felt him blow his load. I quickly moved my hand over the head of his cock and intercepted the flowering cum with my palm. I sighed softly, feeling the warm, sticky ooze glaze my soft palm. Kean leaned back against his chair, his eyes threatening to close as he let out a breath of pleasure of his own. His cock twitched in my hand as more and more cum flowed out from the tip.
“You two better get ready for school,” My dad called us out from moment of pleasure, “Your bus should be arriving here in a couple of minutes.”
“Yeah, we will,” Kean sat up straight, reaching down with both of his hands to close up his pajama pants over his wet and sticky cock. I pulled my hand back and nodded to our father.
As Kean got up to leave, quickly turning away to hide the large, dark stain on the crotch of his pants, I slowly lifted my cum-covered hand up to my face. My parents were talking to each other now, too busy to notice the white, almost clear, substance dripping from my palm. Reaching out with my tongue, I licked up the cum. The taste and very act of it sent shivers throughout my body, causing my pussy to throb and cry out for someone to touch it.
During class, my mind was plagued by thoughts of sex and my brother. It has been a few since we had fucked in the shower, and from then on each day was filled with sexual interactions.
The night of the shower fuck, my brother came to me at night while I was trying to sleep and began to eat out of pussy. It was a new experience as I felt his tongue dig deep inside of me, flicking and pressing my inner walls. His lips pressed against mine, kissing and sucking on them. I managed to orgasm twice before he finished off the session with a fast-paced finger fuck that put me to sleep.
The day after, while mom and dad were making dinner, Kean walked in on me masturbating on the toilet seat. I was fingering myself while tweaking my nipples, horny from the thoughts of my recent sexual experiences. My brother, upon seeing me, quickly closed and locked the door, before then pulling down his pants to release his erect cock. He hurried over and forced me to blow him while I was on the toilet, and I obliged due to being overcome with heat and lust.
Last night, we had sex again after school. Our parents were out having tea with our neighbors, leaving us alone at home once again. My brother carried me to his bedroom for us to fuck. He had once again taken the drugs he had received from his friend, allowing him to pound away at my pussy relentlessly for almost an hour. I don’t remember exactly how many times I had climaxed during that session, but I do remember letting out cries of pleasure while being fucked. The sensation of his cum flowing into me each time he orgasmed stayed with me as a memory burned onto my body.
Now, sitting here in class, I was getting horny from the thoughts and memories of our sexual experiences. I was wearing a short, black skirt with thin, pink panties underneath, and a blue and white shirt on top. I had a pair of black and white sneakers on, with long black socks that reached up halfway across my lower leg. My panties were soaking as I rubbed my pussy lips through them with the butt of a pencil.
I barely paid any attention to the teacher as he wrote equations on the board. Instead, I dwelled on the possibilities of what my brother might do to me when I reach home.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting out small puffs of breath. I pressed the eraser of my pencil harder against my pussy, sending tingles running up from my lips throughout my whole body. I twirl the item, pressing it harder and farther into me, pushing my soaked panties inside of my body as well.
I shuddered and opened my eyes to see everything writing down notes. My eyes drifted aimlessly across the room as I prodded myself with my pencil, until my gaze landed on my teacher standing at the far corner, watching me.
Mr. Tarber’s dark brown eyes were locked onto me while everyone else looked between their notebooks and the blackboard. I froze for a moment, my eyes slightly widening as I noticed his gaze was lowered, locked onto my legs underneath my desk. From where he was standing, there was a possibility that he could see me trying to shove my pencil through my panties and into my pussy.
The bell suddenly rang, surprising me. The waking shock accidentally caused me to jam my pencil harder into me, poking a hole through my soaked panties. I let out a gasp of pleasure, leaning over my tables as I suddenly orgasmed from the built-up pressure. My voice was drowned out by the sounds of my peers getting up from their seats at a rushed pace and gathering their belongings.
As I remained in my seat, shuddering from my orgasm, I maintained eye contact with Mr. Tarber. My heart was hammering away in my chest as I watched him gaze deeply at my shaking legs and waist, with my hand over my crotch pushing my pencil inside of me.
A student walked over to him, causing him to snap out of his trance. They started to talk, and I closed my eyes and lowered my head onto my desk. I fought to overcome the hot sensitivity vibrating throughout my body from my orgasm as I slowly pulled my pencil out of me.
Quickly tossing my pencil into my bag, along with my notebook and eraser, I tried to stand up. My legs wobbled slightly, and I accidentally hit my foot against the leg of my desk, causing me to wince in pain. I hopped to the side, partially limping, and leaned against the back wall of the room.
As the classroom emptied out for lunch, along with the student speaking to Mr. Tarber, I hurriedly turned to the door and began to walk out.
“Hold on, Leila,” Mr. Tarber’s voice rang out from the other side, freezing me in my tracks. My body tensed and sweat beaded my forehead. My wet panties now felt cold against my tingling pussy, and my legs were still wobbly.
“I need to speak to you about something important,” The man spoke, his voice soothingly calm, “Could you close the door and come here, please?”
I gulped and my heart hammered away in my chest. I slowly walked over to the classroom door, gripping the knob tightly. After a deep breath, I gently close the door, silencing the noises of students and teachers from the hallway outside.
“That’s it. Now, come here,” Mr. Tarber called to me again.
I pulled my hand away from the doorknob and slowly turned to him. He was sitting at his desk, staring at me with his dark brown eyes. There was a look in his eyes similar to Kean’s the day he had called me to his room and fucked me for the first time. My body trembled with uncertainty, and my grip on the strap of my bag tightened.
After a few seconds, I walked over to the large desk sitting in the front corner of the room. The blinders were closed, barely letting any sunlight through. Papers and markers littered the top of the desk, and an empty cup of coffee sat near the edge.
Mr. Tarber was a tall, handsome looking man, with dark brown hair coupled with gray streaks, and a thin beard. He was probably around the age of forty but was built well from his time playing for and eventually coaching the men’s wrestling team. He wore a pair of black trousers held up by a brown leather belt, a white shirt with a brown sweater vest on top.
“Leila, I’ve noticed that you’ve been doing strange activities in my class, lately,” Mr. Tarber began, leaning back slightly in his chair, “And, from what I’ve seen, it’s been terribly affecting your grade in this class.”
“I- I’m sorry Mr. Tarber,” I stuttered, placing a hand on my chest as my grip on my backpack tightened even more, turning my knuckles white, “I haven’t been doing anything strange, honest. And I am doing the best I can in this class. It’s just that I’ve had a lot going on in my life, and-”
“You’ve been masturbating in my class, Leila,” Mr. Tarber cut me off. His use of words shocked me momentarily.
“I… I was…” I tried to find something to say, but nothing came to mind. He knew exactly what I had been doing, and there was no way of explaining it to him nor getting out of it.
“This isn’t the first time, either,” He sat up straight and rested a hand on his desk, tapping a finger on it, “I’ve noticed that you’ve recently started sitting near the back of the class and began to play with yourself. Today, I saw that you shoved a pencil inside of yourself and orgasmed.”
My eyes slowly widened as I stared at him. My pussy quivered as a strange sensation flowed up from within me. I could feel myself beginning to get wet again as I watched Mr. Tarber look me up and down with his eyes. His focus was more on my smooth, bare legs.
“I will have to inform the principal and your parents about this,” He murmured, before locking eyes with me, “Unless, you can do something for me.”
My jaw clenched and I quickly looked away from him. Thoughts raced through my mind as his words replayed over and over in my head. My parents and the principal finding out would mean terrible consequences for my academic career, and my peers would eventually find out through gossip and rumors. However, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could trust Mr. Tarber, now that he knew what I was doing and was suspiciously offering a way for me to avoid punishment.
After a few seconds, I sighed and then looked back at him.
“What do I have to do?” I murmured.
Mr. Tarber smiled at me, his dark brown eyes flashing. He then backed away slightly from his desk, still in his chair, before patting his lap.
“Come sit here, and do what I say,” He instructed.
I hesitantly dropped my bag next to his desk and made my way to him. Staring at his lap for a few seconds, I turned and slowly sat down on it. My body tensed as I felt the rough texture of his pants against my bare legs, as well as something hard under his fly poking against my ass.
His arms quickly wrapped around my waist in a hug, and he pulled me closer to himself until I was leaning back against his well-muscular frame. His chin sat on my shoulder with his cheek rubbing against my neck. I could feel his warm breath wash over the side of my face as he pressed me down on his crotch.
My body shuddered and my pussy tingled even more. I could feel my juices begin to flow out from me as I felt the tent in his pants press harder and harder against my panty-covered ass. I closed my eyes as his hands began to explore my body, rubbing my stomach and chest through my shirt. His hands found their way to my breasts and gently squeezed them through my shirt, causing me to shudder even more. I was getting horny again, and soon began to rub my ass against his crotch unintentionally, making the tent in his pants harder.
This action of mine suddenly caused Mr. Tarber to pause momentarily. His hands remained over my shirt-covered breasts as he gazed at me slightly gyrating my hips and ass over his lap. He then came back to life as he lifted up my shirt, revealing my smooth, flat stomach and round, squishy breasts.
I softly gasped, reaching down to grab his arms as his hands groped my breasts, squeezing them gently in his grip. His fingers delicately played with my stiffened nipples, causing me to let out tiny squeaks and press my rear harder against him.
“You have spectacular assets, Leila,” Mr. Tarber murmured to me, his warm breath washing over my neck. I shuddered, my grip on his arms tightening with my fingers digging into his shirt.
One of his hands forced its way past my grip, sliding its way down to my crotch. I moaned, rolling my head back as I felt his fingers find the hole that I made in my soaked panties. He slid two fingers into my dripping wet pussy, spreading my lips apart and pressing about my insides.
“I can feel that you’re wet… I’m quite flattered,” He whispered, pressing his fingers deeper into me. I let out another gasp as my body tensed from the pleasuring electricity coursing within me.
I reached up with one of my hands and squeezed one of my aching breasts, while his other hand worked on my other round globe. My brain started to go numb from the sensations coursing within me, and I could barely form any real thoughts. All I knew was that his hands felt good on me and his fingers were amazing inside of me.
“Leila,” Mr. Tarber pressed his nose against the side of my neck as he spoke, his lips brushing against my smooth skin, “I have a proposal for you.”
I opened my eyes and weakly turned my head to glance down at him with my eyes. I was breathing heavily with tiny squeals of pleasure echoing out from me.
“If you allow me to continue… Enjoying you, I will provide you passing marks for the rest of the semester,” He pressed his lips against my neck and kissed my skin, sending tingles running down my spine.
I was no longer in the right state of mind. My sense of logic and reasoning was absent as only the pleasure and lust I was feeling took over my body.
“Oh… I… Okay…” I breathed, grinding my ass against his now furiously raging hard-on of a tent, trying to feel it between my cheeks.
Suddenly, the bell rang. Mr. Tarber and I both froze, and our heads snapped towards the door to the classroom. The sounds of students gathering echoed from outside, meaning they were lining up and ready to come inside.
My eyes slowly widened as I watched the doorknob turn, and the door slowly creaked open.