End of Term

Literotic asexstories – End of Term by Mel_H,Mel_H She could feel his cock spasming for one last time, a final spurt of cum into her swollen cunt. When Jake wanted to pull out, she stopped him.

‘No, stay, sweetie. Stay inside for a moment.’

He stood behind her, her legs still in his hands, her face flat on the top of the desk. He didn’t say anything, just remaining where he had just cum.

Jessica felt his cock shrink, sliding slowly out of her on its own. When his cockhead passed her labia on its way out, it drew with it a steady trickle of hot cum, running down the side of the desk. Jessica felt bliss.

‘Good boy,’ she whispered.

As if by command he carefully placed her feet on the ground, allowing her to stand up and turn around. She was shorter than him, her eyes almost at the height of his collar bones. She got up on tip-toes, he bowed a little and they shared a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled in their mouths, the sounds of their french kissing the only noise in the classroom.

What cum had remained in her cunt now trickled out, down her flexed legs. She could feel goosebumps running across her naked body, then pulled away from his face and placed her hands on the desk, leaning back.

Jake sat on the school desk behind him, his long, flaccid cock smacking against it.

Jessica admired this body, almost devoid of any hair, save for a well groomed patch of blonde pubes atop this behemoth cock. He was almost a foot long, uncircumcised, his glans slowly retreating into its foreskin as Jessica observed it. Jake’s body was well toned, not absurdly muscular but of a certain lean, strong quality. Sweat trickled down his pecs, his abs and got lost as little twinkling traces in his pubes. He looked older than his nineteen years of age, mainly due to his physique, but his well-groomed blonde beard helped as well. If someone wrote a bodice ripper about vikings ravaging a monastery full of Irish nuns, he’d be a natural for the cover painting.

Jessica jumped up on the desk, pulling her knees up. The cum stuck to her cunt lips smeared on the papers she had still on her desk. Not that they weren’t soaked in her sweat already.

Collateral fuck damage, she giggled to herself quietly.

They were silent for some time, looking at each other.

‘I’ll miss this a lot, Mrs. Pierce,’ he finally said, and she believed him.

They had been fucking for the better part of a year now, always at night, always in the school for which Jessica had wanked off Mr. Daniels, the janitor a few times. No problem really, because he shot great, fat loads which she always enjoyed watching. Daniels didn’t know what Jessica needed the copy key for and he probably didn’t care, least of all in those moments when her ruby-nailed, slim fingers made his cock explode all over the locker door in his closet. For all the janitor cared, she could be stacking C-4 in all the students’ lockers to prepare for the downfall of the country’s whole education system. But boy, did she ever make him nut!

Jessica smiled, at the thought of Daniels grunting in ecstasy, and also at Jake’s sweet admission. He was sweet, belying his barbarian, gruff outer appearance. The viking with a heart of gold and a cock like branch of grizzled oak.

‘You’re very cute, you know that?’ she asked.

It was Jake’s turn to smile, even batting his piercing blue eyes.

After a few seconds silence, he brought up the courage to ask: ‘Will you miss it, too?’

Jessica had dreaded this question. Obviously she would miss him fucking the shit out of her. She would miss looking at him post-climax, she would miss trying to force his whole length down her throat and invariably failing.

But she would not miss him. She had made it her policy not to develop any feelings for these boys. With Jake, it had been harder than with the others, but principle remained principle. There was only one way to break it to him.

‘No, I won’t.’

He looked stunned. Grabbing his jeans from the chair, he quickly pulled them on.

‘So this was all bullshit?’ he whined.

‘No, Jake, this was fucking around. Where do you think this would have gone? Teacher-student relationships are very frowned upon if you hadn’t noticed already.’

‘But I’m graduating next week. I won’t be your student anymore!’

Jessica paused. The next thing she was about to say was true. But it would destroy him.

‘I know that, Jake. And that’s the problem. You’ll be off to college, fucking your way through a whole bunch of willing freshman cunt. I know you think I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had but trust me, you’ll have forgotten all about me the first time you bust your load in some giggly collegegirl’s arse.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Because, my sweet little cutie pie, I’ve been doing this for twenty years. You didn’t think you were my first, did you?’

‘But…’

Jake stared at the wedding ring on her finger.

‘…but I thought you were married?’

‘Yeah, so? My husband has never noticed my fucking around with my students, and he probably never will. He pumps into me once a week, in the dark, weak little dribble of a cumshot, then rolls off, falling asleep as he imagines himself to be the greatest gift to womankind.’

‘Then divorce him! Marry me!’

‘Woah there, tiger.’

She actually held up her hands at him. This was threatening to become a special case.

‘I married that limp-dick for one thing and one thing only. Cash. Dough. Moolah. Let his cock rot off tomorrow, I’ll never close the account with that particular bank. ‘Cause it pays, always. How much money do you have, Jake?’

He had sat down on the desk again, his abs straining slightly against the waist band of his jeans.

‘Well…,’ he began, ‘well, not a whole lot, but…’

‘No buts. There’s two ways I do relationships. One pays, one cums.’

‘Jeez, I didn’t think you could be this cold about stuff like this.’

‘Well, consider yourself surprised. And, I think, dumped, as you’d call it.’

She had had the following exchange only once before but as rare as it was, its end always amused her.

‘What if I tell?’ he said slyly, a weird smile creeping across his lips. ‘What if I tell everybody what you made me do?’

She smiled back at him.

‘You could give it your best shot. But d’you know what my husband earns that money with? He’s a lawyer and people pay him obscene amounts of money to get them out of trouble. What do you think he’d do to you if you spread lies like that. Lies about his darling wife, his loving wife, who never says or does anything that would upset anyone. Filthy… dirty… lies!’

With those last three words, she took three steps towards him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

‘Oh, what he’d do to you… especially when he found out how often you forced me to do this? Using me, abusing me?’

She looked up at him with her best puppy-dog eyes, pouting with her full lips, the lipstick slightly smeared across her chin.

Jake gulped. He was becoming nervous. His marriage proposal not two minutes in the past, he had a very strong urge to get away from this woman as soon as possible. He grabbed at his t-shirt behind him, weaseling out from under her arms.

‘Not one word or your college career ends before most guys’ will,’ she hissed at him. When she heard the door fall shut, she made her way to the chair behind her desk, pulling open the drawer to her left, taking out the school’s yearbook.

Flipping through the second highest grade’s pictures, her eyes fixated on a black young man, his teeth shining brightly through his ebony-shaded face. His eighteenth birthday had been just yesterday.

‘Hello Derek,’ she whispered, tracing her finger across the portrait, licking her lips in anticipation.

Note: Consent is key in all relationships, especially however in sexual relationships. The scenario of this story is completely fictional and all characters involved in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen.