I back off a bit, catching my breath, then reach down and pull up the scissors I had retrieved from Mr. L’s desk. I run the sharp point slowly along her thigh, bunching her skirt up out of the way and caressing her warm leg and hip with my free hand as I go. I wiggle the point of the scissors under the delicate pink fabric, admiring the simple yet sexy low-rise-style panties. Snip! Right on the side, on her hip. The cloth relaxes, no longer taut, but stays intact, still covering her. I slide the scissors on the other side. Snip!
The panties now loosely cover her. Holding my breath, my heart racing, I slowly grab the fabric and pull it away, then tug it sharply out from under her butt. My eyes go wide as I reveal the most intimate area of the hottest girl in the class. Against her will. Under her desk. Head between her legs. My face inches away from her bare pussy. And she has no idea.
A gentle scent hits me first. Completely pleasant, a faint musk of femininity. I shudder in excitement. And the sight! Fucking hell. Tan lines reveal pale skin, cut off from a bikini no doubt. Not a hair in sight. Immaculately pampered and clean. She takes so much care in her appearance, even down here. Her outer labia is puffy, a shade darker than the fair skin around it. And between this, her little inner lips poke out. Dark pink petals, splaying outward externally a bit. And beneath it all, cupping nicely from underneath, her buttcheeks smushed outward onto the hard seat under her. God, I couldn’t want this girl any more right now.
And I’m starting to think her body wants this too. A slight glistening of moisture coats her pussy lips, probably from all the attention I’ve given her. I can only imagine what she’ll feel when I start time. I reach out and feel everything, running my hands along her inner thighs, pinching at her soft outer labia, spreading her open and shut a few times with my fingers. A soft, sticky Click Click sound as her pussy winks at me. I sigh in utter bliss, then dive in.
She tastes tart, a sharpness that makes my mouth pucker as I begin licking and kissing her little cunt. I tug on her lips with my own. Dig my tongue as deep as I can into her hole, the tightness such a struggle to invade. I breathe in her scent, air hissing through my nose as I fervently suck and swirl through her folds. Faster and faster, my mouth devouring her in a frenzy of lust. But not with the typical pleasure-giving movements. I do this for myself, to taste her, explore her. What she feels doesn’t matter.
It’s impossible to tell how long I’ve been at her crotch. After a while, I need a breather. I sit back, panting. Cool air so refreshing on my face after so long under her skirt, engulfed by her stifling thighs and pussy.
I stare up at Alyssa as I catch my breath, licking her flavor from my lips, reveling in how perfect this moment is. She’s so unfairly pretty, so popular, ‘out of my league’. She would never allow any of this. But I can explore every inch of her, and she can’t do a thing about it. I glance around the room from where I sit on the floor under her desk. It makes me wonder how she compares to the other girls. No one is off limits to me.
Like Torie, at the front of our row. I stuff Alyssa’s panties in my pocket, along with the scissors, and head toward the front of the class.
The prissy little teacher’s pet is frozen partway through finishing her test. Perfect waves of natural blonde hair flow down to just above her shoulders, a simple little headband holding it all out of her bespectacled face, efficiently. Such a petite girl for her age. Short and dainty. Seemingly flat-chested under her white button-down dress shirt. Kind of baby-faced, yet with a permanent stern expression that says she’s more mature and just overall a bit better than everyone else. Her grades do tend to reinforce that notion I guess.
While Torie always seems a bit bitchy, glaring over her glasses, I don’t dislike her. In fact, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on her. If anyone has to be the know-it-all always raising their hand and speaking up in class, I’m glad it’s her. Her cute, squeaky voice and delicate features are always fun to admire from the back of the room. And now, kneeling down and crawling around at her feet like a fucking perv, I have to admit I like her more than I ever thought possible!
With plenty of room to work with since she’s in the front row, I crawl up to her legs, invading her personal space and groping her up and down. She’s one of the few girls who goes through the trouble of wearing nylons, and I can see why. They give her the mature, sophisticated appearance she’s clearly going for. I rub my face along the smooth material, hugging my arms around her legs and squishing her calves. She’s thin and fit, but not athletic at all. Every inch of her seems to be pliable and fragile.
She has such a subtle, sweet smell. Not at all perfumed or attention-grabbing like Alyssa, just clean, soapy, and fresh. A purity that makes me want to ravage her for some reason, break her in a bit.
Sitting under Torie’s desk, I grab one of her feet and whip off the simple black flat she wears. God, her foot looks so cute in these tights. I lift it to my face, rubbing her sole up and down my nose and mouth, feeling the smooth nylon on my skin, inhaling her smell. A hint of sweat, but that’s it. This girl is so pristine, literally from head to toe. At this point I’m practically hoping to find some sort of flaw on this perfect little angel.
My hands fly up and roughly pry her knees apart, my face shooting forward under her plaid skirt. I throw her legs up over my shoulders and hug my arms around her butt, pulling her in her seat toward me as darkness envelopes my head. Nylon-covered inner thighs rub against my cheeks, and I nuzzle my nose into her little crotch. More of her subtle scent.
My pulsing cock makes me impatient to unwrap this tightly wound goody goody. So I throw her skirt up out of the way, stopping for a moment to admire the sight of her dark tights clinging to her petite figure, teasing at what’s beneath. I groan with anticipation, my hands reaching out in haste to clumsily molest and squeeze everything in sight. There’s a slight heat radiating from her pussy. I need to get at it, now.
I grab and Rip! savagely at the nylons, opening up a hole in the crotch. Revealing navy blue fabric beneath. I tear the tights more, caring less and less about keeping things tidy, and the whole picture is suddenly exposed. Creamy white inner thighs. Little pale buttcheeks smushed down onto the seat underneath her. And a sexy dark blue thong, totally at odds with her no-nonsense, innocent persona.
I laugh out loud, “Seriously, Torie?! Look at what you’re hiding under here!” She might just wear them for comfort or to hide panty-lines, but there’s also the sense that she gets some sort of secret womanly confidence from them.
Then without a moment’s hesitation, I grab the scissors from my back pocket and quickly cut both sides of the tiny panties, tugging them roughly away from the girl. Leaving only a gaping hole in her black nylons, and her entire crotch fully exposed before my eyes.
Torie’s pussy is compact and small. Almost cute, except for the wispy little blonde hairs that sporadically cover her crotch. The pubes are sparse and thin, but she doesn’t shave or even trim them at all. Finally, an area she doesn’t pay such meticulous attention to. A pale, almost crude sight, clearly not meant to be seen or played with like this. Of course this is true for anyone’s private areas. No one really starts their day expecting the kid at the back of the class to end up face-first in their twat. But unlike Alyssa, Torie seems so far removed from even considering that anyone will be seeing her pussy, that keeping it tidy doesn’t even cross her mind. The incredible thought of going where no man has gone before, the thought of how forbidden and intrusive this is. The shock, the humiliation she would feel from being so exposed. I run my fingers through her wild, unkempt whiskers, casually invading her sacred privacy.
Right in the center, a cute little slit. Her spongy outer labia completely hides the inner lips. I use both thumbs to spread her open, exposing the inner folds. Delicate, minuscule, light pink lips part slowly before me.
My mouth salivates at the sight, and I can’t resist any longer. I rest my chin on the seat of her chair and push my lips to her cunt, avoiding the little hairs as best I can. My eyes widen as I notice how sticky she is. I don’t think I caused it, since I haven’t done very much yet. She must be like this naturally! I flick my tongue out and taste. It’s sour, almost too much. I dig in deeper. Thick fluids, a tangy flavor overwhelms me immediately. I wrap my arms around her butt, pulling her into my face, fully exploring her vagina. God, she’s so wet already! As I lick and kiss, I can feel her moistening, oozing more of her feminine juices out onto my tongue and chin. Oddly she doesn’t have much of a scent though. Still more of her subtle soapiness, with a hint of sour.
I suck and lap for a few ‘minutes’, until it becomes almost too much. She’s not unpleasant at all, it’s just… a lot. I shake my head at how fascinatingly different girls can be. Glancing up at the frozen little teacher’s pet sitting above me, I rub at my cock over my pants and nuzzle up to a soft thigh next to me. I can’t believe I get to do this! Torie, the little blonde chick in the front row. Leaking her sticky juices all over me.
Backing out from under the desk, I decide it’s time to see Alyssa’s and Torie’s reactions. But first, I need to clean up real quick. I stand and carefully reposition Torie as closely as I can to how I remember her. I gather the panties and scissors, and walk back to Alyssa. Leaning down over her, I grab her head in both hands and rub my face back and forth all over hers, wiping off all Torie’s tangy juices across Alyssa’s mouth and nose. My dick swells painfully against my pants from the mischievousness, the depravity. Then I hastily return her to how she originated.
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