They recovered like this for a minute until Lillian’s glow receded. Bringing herself back to reality she looked back up at her new toy, gently rubbing his tender balls in thanks.
Nicely done Danny boy, we’ll definitely be doing this again soon, plus a little more I believe.
Cool, he said eloquently, a dumb grin plastered on his face. She’d have to be careful with what she did with this one. If she gave him too much pleasure he’d float off into a coma.
Alright stud, how about you pull those pants back on properly and get back to class while I clean myself up a bit. She dismissed him neatly and the smitten boy did as commanded, completely under her spell after what she’d done to him.
After Daniel stepped out the door, throwing a last puppyish look back towards the topless girl to which she responded with a wink, Lillian smoothed the last remnants of gooey fluid on her breasts out until it was rubbed in like lotion. She’d always heard cum was good for the skin plus the idea of having the boy’s jizz on her chest when she went and spoke to Claire again made her feel sexy. Buttoning up her shirt and re-arraging her uniform to its former pristine status, minus the slight dampness on her chest, she dusted off her knees and her trusty mint breath spray, giving her mouth a little cleanse. Finishing off with a top-up of the light pink lip gloss she wore, the satisfied girl left her second favourite closet.
As she closed and locked the door, Lillian heard the sound of a book page being turned behind her. She spun around quickly to see who was standing there but the hall was empty. The door to Mr. Keefer’s office was ajar however.
A series of different thoughts went through Lillian’s head at once. How long had he been in his office? Had he heard her and Daniel during their session? How could he not have? If he had, why didn’t he catch them? In a rare instance of uncertainty Lillian was frozen. While she’d had some interesting relationships with teachers before, Mr. Keefer wasn’t one of them. He’d been one of her geography teachers during middle school, marginally prior to her beginning the enthusiastic exploration of all things sexual, and while he wasn’t a harsh teacher, he had a dry sense of humour and something of a no-nonsense attitude. As the head of a department he was seen as one of the more responsible and senior of the teachers, respected by both colleagues and students. That being his reputation, Lillian couldn’t quite work out why he’d ignored the loud coupling occurring in the closet opposite his office. She felt the slightest urge to look in his door but perhaps it would be better to sneak away. Before she could decide what to do Mr. Keefer made that a moot point by calling out in a conversational voice.
So, did you have fun then? Sounded like someone in there was having a good time. He knew she was standing there! He must’ve heard the door! The knowledge actually helped Lillian unfreeze from her possum reaction. No escaping from it now. She could probably brazen her way out of this, even with someone as formidable as Mr. Keefer. Any teacher not fully aware of her promiscuity always fell for her status as the “perfect student”, although this one might be a hard sell. ‘Time to face the music’ she thought to herself as she pushed open the door.
Mr. Keefer didn’t look up from his book on the desk as she walked into the office. His desk was diagonally positioned across the room due to lack of space, a bookshelf on each of the walls stuffed with text books of various kinds. Lillian thought he must be in his 40’s, maybe late 30’s if one made a generous appraisal. Broad shouldered but with the slight softness around the edges that went with being an academic he wasn’t terrible to look at. His dark curly hair didn’t have any grey creeping in and even the slight ruggedness of his skin from smoking enhanced his looks in an “older guy” kind of way.
Hi there Mr. Keefer, said Lillian sheepishly, giving him a shy smile she was sure would win him over.
Still without looking up he said in the same conversational tone, “Miss Bell.” This only added to her confusion. Although she knew his casual reading was a deliberate ploy to make her nervous, the part that wrong-footed her was that he already knew she was the one who’d been in the closet. They were silent for a minute or so, the teacher still perusing the text in front of him.
Well? he asked expectantly, eyes still flicking across the page.
Sir? said the girl.
You didn’t answer my question. Did you have a fun time with that boy in the closet? Unless you two were running vigorously on the spot on a wet floor, somebody was getting off in there. I was just curious as to whether you got to partake as well, not just your companion who clearly got some release at the finish line of your particular race. He spoke as if he was talking about any normal topic with a student, rather than the idea of teenagers fucking in a closet.
For the briefest of moments Lillian wasn’t sure how to digest that statement. Then she asked, “I might tell you that, but if I could ask sir, how did you know who I was without looking up.”
Miss Bell, he said again in his cheerily informative teacher voice. “You’re not the only one with a key to that door, and since so few people use this floor it wasn’t hard to discover that it was a student frequently leaving a strong sex smell in there for the past few terms rather than a teacher. Not to mention the expensive perfume that you wear is rather unique amongst even the other wealthy girls. It took me a little while but I remembered where I knew it from.” He finally looked up at her, casually leaning his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers together over the book. “So, your question is answered…” he left it open for her to respond.
Daniel sure had given her what she’d needed, but Lillian suddenly felt that really, she could go for a little more. Especially if someone pressed her into it, which was exactly where she was starting to hope this encounter was going if she was picking up the signs right. Either the older man was calmly holding back an explosion of anger or, more likely she felt, she was going to add another conquest to her list. She played along with his demeanor, reporting to him as if discussing something in class.
Well sir, my companion as you called him certainly was entertaining. I’ve been needing some release all morning and a good titfucking seemed the right way to go. The teacher took this information in without flinching, nodding his head thoughtfully.
That sounds about right. It didn’t seem like you were in there long enough for you to receive anything in return from your friend. Generous of you letting him get off on his own.
She shook her head, letting her blonde hair swish around a little. “No sir it’s ok. He did give me something in return. I quite enjoy getting a guy’s cum sperm on me. It feels so rewarding to rub it into my skin knowing that I caused it to happen.” She emphasised this point by smoothing her hands over her chest, drawing attention to the slightly wet patches dotted across it.
Oh I see, you enjoy the idea of boys lusting over you. Would it be fair to say you get wet just from knowing that every one of those boys in the school who see you would love to take you in various, fantastical ways. Such an effect was already at work, her thighs once again starting to feel that particular smooth and slick way.
Mmm, yes sir. Although I must say, even though having a boy’s dick to play with is always fun, young and pliable as they are, nothing quite hits the spot like a full grown man’s cock. The firmer, more experienced hands of a man can find all sorts of ways to make me feel good. She took a couple of steps forward so she was no longer in the doorway but standing in front of his desk. “Plus, boys are easy. As you said I do get off on knowing people want to fuck me. Horny boys always want to put their dicks wherever they can. Men however…men who know their tastes and wants, who look at a cute little teen like me with eyes that have known women…well, they’re a different sort of challenge. And that gives me a different sort of…satisfaction.”
Lillian leaned forward to rest her hands on the desk, bending from the hips as she had before, her pert buttocks sticking out under the skirt. They were so close to touching, their arms almost in contact and her hair hanging just around his hands as she tilted her head forward to make deep eye contact with him. This was clearly a challenge directed at the older man. Lillian wanted to see what he would do.
He merely arched an eyebrow at her mockingly. “So, you’re saying that a boy, such as you had a minute ago, would only be starters for you. You would need to find a “man” to pleasure in order to really pleasure yourself?”
Son of a bitch was playing her own game back at her. He was going to draw this out and keep teasing her. This made her new-found attraction for him surge, but she still wasn’t going to let him get away with it. Time to change the game then.
Yes sir, you’re absolutely right. And I believe that I’ve already found one. In fact I believe this one has fallen right into my lap. With the athletic ease that came with cheerleading she levered herself, pelvis first, up and over the desk and onto his lap, pushing his hands out of the way and one of her knees knocking his desk lamp spinning to face the other way. “Actually I think I just fell into his.”
With that she thrust her face up into his and invaded his mouth with her tongue. She could feel him smiling as he kissed her back as vigorously, breathing in her thankfully freshly minted taste. Directly under he pussy Lillian could feel the man’s cock already hard in his pants, and she knew it would soon be hers. Like Daniel had, Mr. Keefer ran his hands down the girl’s back and cupped his hands around her buttocks, her skirt already riding up from her athletic jump across the desk. Unlike Daniel however, Mr. Keefer was more confident and pushed his hands under her white panties as well, feeling the magnificent skin underneath.
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