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'Detention' - School Girls Sex Story
The months of tension had been leading up to this moment. Jessica watched him squirm behind his desk. The room was dark, due to the winter months; however, it was only just after five pm, and there was still occasionally tapping outside as people clipped along the polished hallways. Everyone was hurrying to get home. The green glow of Father Harris’ desk lamps gave the room a cozy, but queer feel, sort of like a parallel universe.
Quite rightly, he didn’t know what to say to Jessica. Where was he to begin - he had been watching her all along and playing into her game. He had let her flaunt what she was doing, but when Coach walked in on her and two players on the basketball team (who should have been at practice) banging themselves silly, well, he had-had to take charge. This was still a catholic school and she would have to be punished. He decided to see where she would begin.
“What do you have to say for yourself Jessica?” he inquired leaning back into his chair. He could feel the tension in his body as he rested his hands on his belly, and this unease was betraying the cool demeanor he was trying to affect.
“I have been watching you; you have been watching me, and from what I saw back there you were enjoying the show.” The words just slipped out of her mouth like milk.
He could almost see the words lingering in his mind’s eye. Her lips transfixed him, much as breasts captivated some men, and when he looked at her his gaze would inevitably drift down to her lips. It seemed total incongruities that her sweet, young lips could utter the most provocative words he had heard in years. He wanted to hear more, but he knew he had to take a firm stance.
“This school does not tolerate…” he began, but she interjected as soon as he spoke.
“Father Harris!” He fell silent at her commanding, exasperated tone. Pause.
“Father,” Jessica continued in a softer lilt, “ you are the principal of this school and you have been doing far more than tolerating me. In fact, if Coach hadn’t so rudely interrupted you would have cum so hard you would have fallen to your knees in prayer.”
It was true that he had been close, so close to orgasming. The sight of her panties on the tiled locker room floor had been the first thing that caught his eye when he had been drawn into the locker room by moaning noises. Her underpants were pink with white polka dots. On sight he had become rigid beneath his robe. He had known then that she was behind the row of lockers. How had he known?
Jessica had flashed him that morning in the hallway as she stood outside his office with her friends. It had been daring, but then she thrived on taking chances. The recess break was crowded and she spent the 15 minutes hanging around her friend’s locker, looking cool. Just as the bell rang for everyone to get back to class, the hallway became a zoo as people poured out of the caf. He had been watching her out of the corner of his eye - this was a daily routine. As a swarm of teens had passed, she had dropped her books and bent over, straight legged, to pick them up. From where he was sitting he was at perfect level to see her tight, young bum covered in that sweet cotton fabric. As she had picked up her books he thought he had seen her wink from between her legs, but the hallway was packed and when it had cleared she was gone. He, of course, had not been the only one to see her panties, but only he had seen that wink.
Presently, she had her hands on her tight, white button-down shirt. She released the first button with a snap. His eyes were riveted across the desk to where the swell of her young breasts pushed against the starched fabric of her school uniform. Her cross was nuzzled into her cleavage. Jesus looked toasty tucked into her breasts. Really, he thought, maybe there should be a regulation as to how long those necklace chains could be. She un-did another button on her shirt.
“So what did you think of our show? You know, that was all planned for you, Father Harris,” she whispered huskily.
He opened his mouth, but no words came out as she was continuing to un-do her blouse. He knew he should stop her; however, common sense had been thrown out the window. Her breasts had been on his mind for months: face it – years even. Her breasts were ripe; they hadn’t been like this last year when she had been a junior. Her blouse was now in much the same position it had been in when he had entered the locker room. The folds had fallen down off her chest and tucked themselves beside her body. She wore a white lace bra to match her panties. His mind drifted back to the locker room.
He had taken a couple of gentle steps into the change room so as not to alert the occupants to his presence. His mind had raced to try and figure out whom she was with. It could have been anyone. The young men of the school were all afflicted to cruel levels of sexual excitement when she walked in the room. He didn’t blame them – she was the quintessential definition of sin. As he reached the end of the row of lockers blocking his view he peaked his head around.
Her body had been laid out on a bench with her plaid skirt bunched around her waist. Panties, as said earlier, were already on the floor. Her blouse was dangling at her sides, but she still had her white, lace bra on. Todd Graham, captain of the basketball team, was pushing his turgid cock into her slick pussy and she was moaning, thrashing at every little shove. Gary Langford, co-captain - of course, had his cock rubbing over Jessica’s lips. Ahhh, those lips. The tip of Gary’s cock was bouncing against those big beauties because Todd was really banging her – making her jiggle everywhere. The three of them made quite a scene. Jessica tilted her head back on the end of the bench so that she could take Gary’s cock into her mouth.
She saw him then, out of the corner of one eye, and had the gall to wink as she slipped Gary’s cock in her mouth. It went in smooth and deep. Todd was working her pussy and much to his credit he was rubbing her clit. So this boy knew something about sex, despite the pitiful sex education classes St. Martin’s had. Not that they would ever talk about female orgasm anyways.
Todd was straddling the bench so that he could palm Jessica’s breasts. He was obviously as enamored by her bra as Father Harris, because as he fondled her through the fabric he started to fuck her deeper and his face melted into an expression of near pain. The little slut was getting quite worked up now as she saw Todd’s craze. Jessica was squeezing her legs together and Todd was almost spasming every time she pulsated on his cock.
Father Harris stood behind the lockers, just peeking out, watching as it all unfolded. Jessica’s saliva was dripping out the sides of her mouth, and by the sounds of it, her cunt was just as wet. Her saliva traveled down the side of her peachy cheek into that pale blonde hair. This eye candy made him hard beneath his robe.
Neither of the boys were taking any notice of Father Harris so he decided – god forgive him – that he would once and for all give in and cure himself of this insatiable lust. He slipped his hands down and unzipped his pants. His cock plopped out into his hand like firm salami. He was bigger than he had ever been, that’s how aroused he was. There was a moment’s stillness in his mind where he just ogled himself. Having had decided to devote his life to Christ early on he hadn’t experienced the full release of enjoying himself without guilt. He decided that this was his moment to allow himself to fall from grace, and not give a dam.
He licked his hand and began to slide his fingers over his engorged shaft. His eyes went back to the action and all three were still in motion. Jessica was alert to his doings, but she hadn’t let on to either of the boys. They were almost at the point of release and Father Harris realized - to his chagrin - that he wasn’t far away either. Todd and Gary’s faces were redder than any hundred laps in the gym could produce. Todd had Jessica’s legs by the ankles and he held them at his shoulders. Gary was still enjoying Jessica’s blowjob and you could see a drop of pearly pre-cum smeared onto her lips. She was lapping at his cock like an eager puppy. He hoped that Gary would spray his cum all over her face. The thought made Father Harris want to explode when he suddenly heard a door bang open from the opposite direction of the change room. He quickly tried to zip up his pants – his hard-on wasn’t cooperating - so he stepped further into the shadows of the lockers.
Coach came storming around the corner and went stalk still.
“Get up,” he said, pulling Todd to his feet and off of Jessica. You could hear Todd’s cock make a little slurpy pop noise as it emerged from Jessica’s wet cunt. Gary pulled back and you could see that his cock had deflated from this interruption. Neither of the boys knew what to do, but both hung their heads in shame.
However, Jessica was the calm within the storm. She set about righting her clothes, but she didn’t look perturbed by the events. As I could hear coach reaming them out for ditching practice, for being caught with this heathenness slut, I leaned back and opened and shut the door I had come through. I then rounded the corner and asked Coach what this entire racket was about. He informed me of what had happened. I decided to let him punish his players as he saw fit and took Jessica to my office to give her what for.
So here we were, sitting in my office, and considering that her shirt was un-done my disciplinary action wasn’t going so smooth.
“Father Harris, my cunt is still so wet, and I bet you are still just aching to get inside me. Let’s finish this once and for all,” she began, “You and I both know we have been waiting for this day for years.”
He wasn’t crazy. He had begun to think he was insane. He had condemned himself for having lustful thoughts for a 15 year old, but she had confirmed that it hadn’t been all him. This was no illusion.
“Come here, Jessica,” he barked out. His voice almost broke.
She came around the side of the desk. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. She was left standing to with her back to him. He didn’t say anything, as he wanted to make her nervous. Her cute little 18-year-old ass was poking at the pleated fabric of her skirt. He continued to keep silent, but he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He went straight back to stroking himself.
“You have been very naughty, Jessica, and don’t think you will get away unpunished. God sees you and I will make sure that you get what you deserve.” As he whispered this he let his free hand roam under her blouse, over her lithe back. She arched a little into his palm and took a step backwards. His cock was rock hard again. He unlocked the snap of her bra and let his hand enjoy the smooth plane of her naked back. When he tired of feeling her he pulled the shirt off of her back and yanked her bra off her arms where it was dangling. She went to turn around.
“No,” he said as he stilled her. He realized how close he was to cumming. He pulled her another step back and put his old, weathered face into the small of her back. His hands ran up her legs from her knee to her inner thigh. The flesh at the top of her thighs was so soft that he let out a little groan. A damp heat was radiating through her panties. He slid his hands onto her ass and started squeezing both cheeks through her panties.
He flipped up her skirt with one hand and smacked her bottom with the palm of his other hand. All she did was squeal.
“Father Harris, you are too good to me,” she said. He gave her another swift slap; she loved every minute of it. Slowly, he slipped his hand between her legs – her panties were soaked. He ripped them down her legs and brought her backwards into his lap. She was so young and light he could lift her with his arms. She landed right on his cock. God, she was tight. Ah, this was exactly how he wanted to fuck this little slut. Her pussy was sopping wet and when he moved his hands around to her breasts she slid down his cock all the way.
Father Harris started to nip at Jessica’s neck. He pushed her long, blonde hair to the side and licked the sweat off of her nape. Jessica was pushing off the ground so she could keep bouncing up and down. Fuck, she felt magnificent.
Neither said much to the other. Father Harris wore a look of shock and wonder, Jessica triumph. His hands massaged her breasts as he continued to taste her salty skin. It was too perfect. Having her was tantamount to Lucifer’s fall from Heaven, and yet, when Father Harris gave up the battle and gushed inside of her all he didn’t feel bad in the slightest. He had been done quickly, but not even this could suppress his joy at finally having her.
“Did you like that Father?” she purred when they were finished.
He couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he nodded dazedly.
“Good. Then who knows when you will need to punish me next, I’ll have to keep up my sinning ways,” she said as she started to lift herself off of him.
He held her shoulders fast.
“Jessica, your punishment has only just begun. Get on your knees and beg my forgiveness.”
Like all good students she did exactly as she was told.
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