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You're an extremely attractive guy in a class full of women. As you walk into the room, all eyes are on you, and some of them can't seem to keep their gaze off your body. You take your seat at the front of the class, trying not to look too smug about it. Your teacher enters the room, greets everyone, and begins writing something on the board. There's a girl sitting next to you who keeps looking over at you every few seconds, biting her lip nervously.

The girl next to you seems extremely nervous and flustered by your presence. You could either ignore it and focus on the teacher, or try to make some small talk with her during a break in the class.

The teacher asks you to solve the problem on the board. You focus on it, trying not to think about the girl next to you. As you work through the problem, she continues looking at you every so often, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. When the teacher finally calls on someone else, the girl nervously raises her hand and answers correctly. You smile slightly in acknowledgment of her efforts.

You think about playfully giving the teacher's butt a slap, but before you can do it, she turns around to face the chalkboard again, presenting her ample derriere to the class. She is so focused on writing that she doesn't notice your intentions. The girl next to you watches with wide eyes as you lean in closer, gathering momentum for a quick slap...

You decide to go for it and slap the teacher's butt, feeling the satisfying smack resonate through the room. The girl next to you lets out a soft gasp as she watches, her cheeks flushing even deeper. The teacher turns around with a surprised look on her face, quickly regaining her composure before addressing the class again. You sit down, feeling a bit of adrenaline coursing through your veins as the girl next to you continues to steal glances at you from the corner of her eye.

The girl next to you lets out a quiet giggle at your comment, nudging you slightly with her elbow. She seems to be enjoying the playful banter between you and the teacher. As class continues, she finds herself more and more drawn to your confident demeanor and good looks, wishing there was some way for things to progress further...

She blushes deeply at your suggestive remark and glances around the classroom to make sure no one else has heard you. Her heart races as she considers what you've said, wondering how far you might be willing to take things. She bites her lip nervously, trying to decide whether or not to respond...

Smiling shyly, the girl leans closer to you and whispers in your ear, "Maybe... later?" Her voice trembles slightly as she says it, her body tingling with anticipation at the thought of what might happen after class. You can feel her breath against your skin, sending a wave of heat through you

The girl giggles nervously at your crude yet direct demand. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she contemplates the offer. She looks around once more, making sure no one else is paying attention before leaning in closer to you...

The girl leans even closer to you, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea... what if someone sees us?" Her breath sends shivers down your spine and she can feel the heat emanating from your body. The tension in the room heightens as they both know what is at stake here: either they take this chance or they lose it forever.

The girl bites her lip hard, fighting the urge to obey your command. Her heart races as she glances around once more before leaning even closer to you, their bodies pressed against each other. She hesitates for a moment longer before slowly opening her mouth and tentatively wrapping her lips around your erect member. Her hands grip your thighs tightly as she begins bobbing her head up and down, moaning softly into your lap. The sensation is overwhelming and exhilarating for both of you;

You groan deeply, your hands finding their way to her hair as you guide her movements. The sensation of her warm mouth enveloping you is incredible; it's been so long since anyone else has touched you in this way and the pleasure is almost too much to bear. She continues sucking eagerly, taking more of your length into her mouth each time she draws back. Your body tenses as you feel yourself about to climax, her name whispered hoarsely between clenched teeth.

As you feel yourself about to cum, the girl increases her pace and sucks even harder, eager to please you. The sensation is too much for you to resist; your hips buck upwards violently as you let out a loud groan and release yourself into her mouth. Her throat works furiously as she tries to swallow every drop of your seed while maintaining eye contact with you. Once you're finished, she slowly pulls away, licking her lips and smiling shyly up at you.

You glance around the classroom;

The teacher pauses mid-sentence and glances over at you, clearly having noticed something amiss. Her eyebrows furrow together in disapproval as she continues to stare, her lips pursed. The girl next to you tenses up slightly at the realization that they've been caught. You try your best to act nonchalant, though it's difficult given how turned on you still feel from the encounter.

The teacher clears her throat loudly, regaining her composure as she turns back to the chalkboard. "I didn't mean for you two to be so... distracted," she says cooly, trying not to let any hint of disapproval creep into her voice. "Please focus on your work." She continues with the lesson as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, though the tension in the room remains palpable. The girl next to you glances at you nervously, waiting for a reaction.

As the teacher continues with her lesson, you casually slide your hand under the desk and begin massaging the girl's inner thigh. She lets out a soft moan, unable to resist the pleasure despite the danger they're in. Your fingers brush against her sensitive folds, causing her to gasp audibly. The teacher glances over once more, her eyebrows raised slightly higher this time as she tries to decide whether or not she should say something about this obvious display of affection.

As you continue to tease her, the girl next to you becomes increasingly aroused. Her breathing quickens and she squirms in her seat, her body begging for more contact. The tension in the room is almost unbearable; any moment now the teacher could interrupt your intimate encounter and punish both of you severely. You decide to take things further, sliding a finger into her wetness as she gasps loudly, arching her back in pleasure.

The girl next to you moans loudly, her body tensing as she feels your finger inside her. You continue to stroke and fondle her, taking pleasure in the knowledge that you're getting away with it for now. The teacher glances back at you again, a frown beginning to form on her lips. She hesitates before speaking, unsure if she should interrupt this... unusual display of affection or simply let it play out.

The girl next to you continues to moan and squirm in her seat as your fingers expertly manipulate her body. The tension in the room is palpable, with every movement feeling like a risk. You wonder how much longer you can get away with this before the teacher decides to intervene.

The girl next to you lets out a loud moan as she climaxes around your fingers. Her body shudders violently and her face flushes with embarrassment. The tension in the room immediately spikes as the teacher finally loses patience and glares directly at both of you. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice cold and disapproving.

As the teacher glares at you both accusingly, your heart races with fear and anticipation. Do you try to defend yourself or plead ignorance? Or perhaps admitting the truth would be better in this situation...

As you stand up and close the door, the teacher continues to glare at you both. You hesitate for a moment before sitting back down next to the girl, trying to act nonchalant despite the racing of your heart. "Look, we couldn't help it...," you begin to explain, only to be cut off by her stern voice.

"That's no excuse! This sort of behavior is completely unacceptable in my classroom!" The teacher says, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to appear confident despite the fear racing through your veins. "Well, it happened. You can punish us if you want, but we both know how much better this felt than anything else we do in here." Your voice holds a note of challenge, daring her to try and deny the truth of your words.

The teacher purses her lips, looking at you both with an unreadable expression on her face. For a long moment, she simply stares, weighing the consequences of punishing you and risking further inappropriate behavior from students like yourselves... or perhaps turning a blind eye this once. Finally, she speaks.

"I'll give you both detention after school today. Meet me here again at 3:00 sharp." Her voice is firm, but there's an undertone of resignation that neither of you misses.

You nod in understanding, unable to hide the smirk playing at the corners of your lips. The girl next to you looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and relief before turning her attention back to the teacher. As class continues, you try not to think about what will happen after school or how far you can push things with this girl... but it's impossible not to wonder.

As the final bell rings, signaling the end of school, you and the girl exchange nervous glances. You stand up, stretching lazily before making your way back to the classroom where she meted out your punishment earlier. Your heart is racing as you step inside; will she be as lenient as she was during class? Or will she exact her full pound of flesh for what happened between you?

You find the teacher sitting at her desk, already going through some papers when you enter the room. She glances up at you briefly before returning to her work. The girl next to you hesitates for a moment before walking over and apologizing profusely. The teacher listens impassively and then nods, her expression unreadable.

"I understand that you two were under a lot of stress," she says finally. "But this sort of behavior cannot be tolerated."

You nod in agreement, trying to appear remorseful while also maintaining your cool demeanor. "We understand, ma'am," you say quietly. The girl next to you glances at you nervously before looking down at the floor, fidgeting with her fingers. You can feel the tension in the room thickening as the two of you wait for the teacher to pass judgment.

"Very well then," she says finally, putting aside her papers. "

You and the girl arrive at the classroom promptly at 3:00. The teacher is already there, looking more annoyed than angry as she sits down at her desk. "Alright, you two," she says with a sigh. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

You lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well, we were just... curious," you say casually, trying not to meet the teacher's gaze.

"Since you two seem to have learned your lesson," the teacher says with an exasperated sigh, "I will give you both a warning this time. But I expect better behavior in the future." She glances at her watch before continuing. "You may go now." Her tone is dismissive, and you're relieved that she's letting you off easy after all this. The girl next to you exhales shakily, looking visibly relieved as well.

The teacher's eyes widen in shock at your bold proposal. For a moment, she says nothing, trying to process what just happened. You can see the conflict written on her face; part of her wants to punish you both for such disrespectful behavior, but another part is intrigued by the idea of satisfying her own desires through this situation. Finally, she speaks.

"I... suppose I could turn a blind eye this one time," she says slowly, still sounding surprised at herself. "

You smile at her acquiescence, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thank you," you say gratefully before turning to the girl. "Why don't we show our appreciation by giving her a little private show?" You gesture for her to join you on the desk, your eyes locked on hers as you wait for her reply.

The girl swallows hard but nods slowly, moving to obey your command.

The girl climbs onto the desk and sits beside you, her legs straddling your lap. She looks into the teacher's eyes, searching for any sign of disapproval. Satisfied that she has given her consent as well, the girl leans forward and kisses you passionately. Her body presses against yours, her breasts grazing your chest, as she moans deeply into your mouth.

The teacher watches this display with a mixture of fascination and arousal, her heart racing in her chest.

You slide your hands under the girl's skirt, caressing her smooth legs before moving higher to cup her ass. She moans into your mouth as you grind against her, feeling her warmth through your pants. The teacher watches eagerly, unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic scene unfolding before her.

"Don't forget about me," she says softly, breaking the silence. "I want a turn too." Her voice is full of desire, and you can see the need in her eyes.

The girl climbs onto the desk and sits next to you, their legs on either side of your hips. She looks at you nervously before glancing over at the teacher, who has leaned back in her chair, watching with interest as events unfold. You reach out to touch the girl's thigh, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. With a shaky breath, she parts her legs further, inviting you in.

"Why don't we start by thanking our teacher properly?"

You smile down at the teacher as you continue to fondle the girl before you. "Of course," you reply, moving your hands back up her legs and under her skirt again. The girl gasps as your fingers brush against her folds, already slick with arousal. You lean in closer to her ear, whispering, "You're so wet for me."

The teacher watches hungrily, biting her lip in anticipation of her turn. Her heart races faster and faster as she waits for you to focus on her again.

You smile at her, then lean in to kiss the girl passionately as your hand continues to explore her body, teasing and pleasuring. The teacher watches, breathing heavily now, unable to resist any longer. Finally, you break the kiss and look up at her. "Is this what you want?" You ask, voice low and seductive.

She nods vigorously, biting her lip in anticipation as she meets your gaze. "Please," she whispers.