Afterschool Activities

All characters are over 18.

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Schools are strange places when they're empty: little ghost towns, empty of noise and heat and movement.

As he trudged along the history corridor, turning off lights and locking up classrooms, Mr S was moving quietly, tired in his bones. He was looking forward to an evening alone, stamping through the cold streets to the train, chopping vegetables with a sharp Japanese knife, a scalding hot shower and at last, an orgasm that would uncoil the tension in his shoulders and wipe the foggy headache from his temples. He'd had to stay late for a long and boring meeting about the changing curriculum. More and more, it seemed like most of his job was meetings and paperwork, and he hated it.

At the last classroom - his own, Classics - he stopped in the doorway. He recognised Will first, captain of the football team, seated with his bright blue eyes closed. And on her knees in front of him - was it, could it be? It was. That was her braid, her pale neck and her book-stuffed bag on the floor.

Alice, his cleverest student, his favourite student, was sucking off the football captain in his classroom.

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It wasn't until he spoke that she knew he was there. She was involved in the task at hand: licking, sucking, pulling, doing whatever she could to Will's dick to keep their current arrangement going.

"Well, well, well. Miss Leigh and Mr Carpenter."

She could feel Will tense with shock, and she herself just about choked, with Will inside her mouth and her throat tightening with fear. She knew that voice. She thought about that voice before she went to sleep at night and in the shower in the morning. That voice was the reason she'd suggested this classroom. But he was supposed to have gone home for the day - it was well after four and she knew he didn't have any classes after lunch.

All this passed through her mind in the time it took for Mr S to pause, draw breath, and sigh. Then he continued: "Well, don't let me stop you. Keep up the good work Ms Leigh. Mr Carpenter, surely you'll do the young lady the courtesy of looking at her while she... attends to you."

Will and Alice's eyes met. She raised her eyebrows in a question and he shrugged ever so slightly in response. She resumed her tonguing of the head of his penis, licking it as if it were a lollipop.

"Ah, see now, that's where you're going wrong."

For the second time, they both froze. She was desperate to turn her head, to look at him - could it really be him? - but she couldn't bear to move. Her hands were on either of Will's thighs, her head between them, and he grabbed one hand, soothingly, almost protectively.

He started to say something. "You can't -"

But the clear ringing teacher's voice overpowered his. "Take the whole thing into your mouth at once." She complied. "And go as far down as you can, with just a little light suction."

And now Will took a quavering breath in, his opposition seemingly forgotten. His grip on her fingers tightened.

"Now all the way to the top again, but don't let it out of your mouth."

Will moaned this time.

"Very good. And again."

She looked up at Will, and there was a desperate, almost pained look in his eyes now, one she'd never seen before. He nodded slightly before tipping his head back and screwing his eyes shut. He squeezed her hand encouragingly and she continued.

"Yes, just like that. Let your lips catch on where the tip joins the shaft but keep moving and keep the pressure up."

She felt like she could feel his voice travelling down her spine like black molasses, dripping into the deepest places of her and pooling between her legs where it crackled, hungrily. And what he was saying was working. Will's breath was ragged and she could feel the muscles in his legs clenching and jumping through his suit trousers. She focused on her mouth, on keeping her teeth out of the way, on taking the shaft a little deeper into her mouth each time. She was enjoying this, enjoying hearing perfect Will Carpenter lose his cool.

"Oh - fuck", gasped Will. He'd never done that before, this was new territory for her. He was enjoying it. She, Alice Leigh, hated by all her fellow students and beloved by all her teachers, was going to make Will come. She sped up, ignoring the twinges in her neck as her head bobbed up and down.

"Very good girl." She'd almost forgotten he was there. But Mr S's voice was like a dropped match on petrol-soaked newspaper. The shock started at the back of her head, where she could just about feel his eyes on her, and travelled in a flash over her breasts, consuming them with an ache, and then crackled into a fire in her groin.

"I think he likes it, don't you. Do you like that, Mr Football Captain?"

Will moaned with his whole throat - loud, almost like an animal in pain.

"I said do you like that, Mr Foottball Captain?"

Will's garbled moan: "Yes, ugh, sir."

And with that, Alice's mouth exploded with liquid.

***

As soon as Will came, he was suddenly aware of the situation he was in. Alice, the class nerd, was coughing down his cum - and how had she done it? He had never orgasmed with a girl before, no matter how many members of the netball team tried. It was only alone, in his rooms, after football practice and showers, that he managed it.

And Mr S, the Latin teacher, who had always been a prick to anyone who wasn't smart, who didn't meet his exacting standards, was sitting on the desk nearest the door, his hard-on visible and huge through his trousers.

"Oh my god, sir, I, we -"

"Not. Another. Word. Mr. Carpenter." And having been told to shut up by him so many times before, Will just... did. He shut his mouth, looked at Alice. She was wiping her mouth, a little glee in her squinty eyes. God, what would Mr S do to her.

"Turn around, Miss Leigh." Still on her knees in her uniform, she shuffled around.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"She hasn't done anything wrong, I'll take the blame -"

"I was speaking to Miss Leigh, if you please Mr Carpenter. Be silent or leave."

For a split second, he thought about it. He could tuck his penis back into his boxers, grab his blazer and sports bag and walk right out. But he saw Mr S stand, which only made his erection more obvious and yet, more intriguing. And he saw Alice shaking on the floor in front of him, in fear, he mistakenly assumed. It wasn't that he liked Alice, in fact, when she offered to suck him off and write his essays for him, if he could just get the netball team to stop picking on her, his overwhelming reaction was revulsion and pity. But he did need to pass History if he wanted to graduate, and he didn't think he could say yes to the essays and not the rest.

So he didn't stay for Alice. He stayed because he wanted to see more of that prick's prick.

***

Alice Leigh on her knees in front of him. Alice Leigh's top button undone and her lips red with use. Alice Leigh. Top of her class and heading to Oxford, probably. He'd written her personal statement, laboured over every word at home on his kitchen table. A bright future ahead.

"This isn't like you Ms Leigh."

She didn't say anything. That wasn't like her either; she usually had an irritatingly clever comeback for every instruction or question. This time though, she just bit her lip and her eyes widened as she looked at them. Thin eyes, she probably should wear glasses but doesn't. He allowed himself to look at them, really look at them. They weren't just brown, as he had thought. There was a ring of blue around the edge.

Still staring her down, he said, "My expectations of you do not include this kind of behaviour."

She broke eye contact to look down at the floor. Then she looked up at him again. "I'm sorry to disappoint you sir."

"What am I going to do about this, hmm?"

"You'll have to punish me." Every nerve ending in Mr S's body lit up. "Sir."

He tried to breathe steadily. Was he dreaming? Was she really asking for what he thought she was?

"I suppose a detention -"

"No, sir," she said quickly. "I don't want that on my record. I don't think you want that for me either."

Will, who was sitting, staring, incredulous, gave a snort of laughter.

Mr S ignored him, focusing only on the pleading eyes of the star student in front of him.

"I think you should deal with me right away, sir. Right now."

He steadied his voice and his nerves before saying: "Bend over that desk." She got up, her creamy thighs beneath her skirt flashing in the movement.

"Not that one," he said, his voice now almost snapping with tension. "Bend over my desk."

She did, lifting up her skirt as she did so. Her underwear was baby-blue lace, matching the ribbon in her hair - as well as, he remembered suddenly, the fountain pen both her own and Will's essays had been written in.

The first spank on the lace was delectable. She gave a little moan of pleasure, barely audible.

But there wasn't that satisfying thwack of palm-on-ass, skin-on-skin. He pulled her underwear into a bunch, scrunching it into her crack so her pale cheeks were exposed to the overheated, dusty air of the classroom.

He looked up. "You. Football Captain pretty boy. You can count. From what I hear from the maths department, you need the practice."

TO BE CONTINUED