Welcome to Suzie’s Adventures Part 2, an XXX erotica by thebestkiz. This is a work of fiction, based on a consensual roleplay sex scene between two adults. There is more schoolgirl erotica in this series coming, so stay tuned! You can also read part 1 here.
The Schoolgirl Erotica Story Continues
I slowly walked back towards him, and he smiled widely, looking pleased. Yes, good, whatever, finish with whatever you want and let me out. I tried to psych myself up. I’d touched myself plenty of times before; boys had groped me, even when I didn’t want it. There’s nothing he could really do to me that I hadn’t been through before. In the past, I’d only orgasmed pretty much once anyway, alone, and thinking of Jason Momoa.
“I knew you would see sense,” he said cheerfully.
I’ d stood stock-still as he suddenly gripped my breast with one hand and grabbed between my legs with the other.
I looked past his left shoulder, stonily. He carefully, slowly slid my panties to the side and easily slipped two fingers inside of my still-slick opening. I breathed carefully, just like masturbation, alone in my room with a carefully chosen fanfic. A familiar tingle started in my stomach, and Mr. Jewls moved his fingers in and out. I thought I knew my body best, as it was mine, that I lived in every day, but my teacher twisted his fingers and thrust again. Suddenly, the feeling that I had recognized was building more quickly than I ever felt in my bedroom. I started to fight against the rising feeling; my foe was more formidable than I thought.
Mr. Jewls Curved His Fingers
Mr. Jewls curved his fingers, brushing the walls inside me, and an additional thrill shot through my body. The G-spot, I thought, linking together scenes and words I’d read about. I wasn’t thinking about my expression anymore, and my face must have looked a certain way because Mr. Jewls’ breath changed, and I then realized that I was breathing more heavily myself. No! I was dripping wet as he caressed inside me. Did I really want this? My body was betraying me. Maybe he was right the whole time; did I have some secret crush that I couldn’t even admit to myself. Why else would I feel this way? It couldn’t be a natural reaction, not this intense. My feelings broke through to an inevitable pleasure, without Jason Momoa’s face. Just Mr. Jewls and me standing there.
I thought he would stop, I thought I had come, but I was wrong again; the pleasure continued as he remorselessly persevered. It was unthinkable, standing here, elated, in the middle of a classroom during the day, when any of my other teachers or friends could barge in on us.
But oh, the feelings rolling in tidal waves over my body were like nothing in the world. My knees buckled, and I fell to the carpet as Mr. Jewels carefully knelt with me, never breaking contact or rhythm.
“Are you okay with being a whore? Letting a man have his way with you? Does that turn you on?”
Hypnotized, I Nodded
“You could always have a man like me telling you what to do. You don’t need to pass my quiz. You could be a whore.” Energy surged through my very toes and overwhelmed my mind. I panted for air when an explosion of bliss came with a great rush. My mind, wiped of all thought, scrambled to get a purchase on comprehension as the high receded. Mr. Jewls, still fully in control, guided me to my feet and back to the chair.
“Sit down here. That’s it, that’s it. I know you don’t like doing this,” he said, nodding at the “quiz” and bending down. “And you said you were okay with being a whore? Where you belong, underneath a man like me. Go on, say yes.” He grabbed my hips and licked the juices still fresh and sticky on my thighs under my skirt, pulling off my panties, and my head spun. This wasn’t right…
“I…um.”
“Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked, licking, his voice rumbling through my very core. “Wouldn’t you like that? Say yes.” He sucked on my clit, yet keeping me right on edge.
My fogged brain seized onto the last word like a life preserver. “Yes! Yes…”
Finally, skillfully, he somehow increased intensity just so.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, clutching his shoulders until I collapsed on the ground again with hardly any idea of what I agreed to.
“You want to be a useful whore, spread your legs, and take it…” He rolled me on my back.
“Yes, yes.”
“You want to be my whore.”
“Yes!”
He stopped for a brief moment, looking at me. I lifted my head and made eye contact. “Well, we should practice.” His mouth crashed back down on my soaking pussy. I moaned, and my body arched on its own. “That’s it, that’s it,” my teacher spoke into my body as I writhed. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you forever. Keep a roof over your head.” He sucked at the lips, then licked my clit rapidly. “You’ll never have to get a job. You’ll never have to learn anything else…”
Never learning again, no nagging, no dealing with stupid grabby and harsh boys, no thoughts…it was so much work to think…and I would never have to again, I would be cared for, no matter what…
“You just have to keep this slutty body ready for me…” He stood up, tossed his necktie aside, and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Yes, I want to be your whore!” I cried. He devoured me. I felt another rush of elation crash over me. Could girls come just from oral sex?
Opening my eyes, I stared into his. A beautiful light blue. How did I even get here? I felt so confused. Less than an hour ago, I was certain I had been arguing with him, but now I couldn’t stand to think of displeasing him anymore.
“I need to know, have you ever had sex with anyone?”
“No.”
I glanced away and then back at him, unsure if this was something he wouldn’t like. Desperately, I wanted him to like me.
“I have a very special question for you. I’d like to be your First, is that okay?”
This question, this was familiar; this was what men wanted. I nodded and paused. On the websites I read, this is where the description would start to vary, but there was always blood. “Will it hurt?” I asked quietly.
“At first,” he admitted, “but then it will feel good.” Just like anything. Everything hurts at first. I slid off my skirt.
Mr. Jewls unbuckled his belt and slid down his dress pants, then his boxers. I had seen cocks before, obviously, but this time I felt intimidated as he lowered himself over me.
“Relax, relax,” he encouraged, the head of his penis just poking at my entrance. A nervous thrill flushed through my body, as he pushed in. I gasped, and Mr. Jewls groaned a little. “That’s it, that’s it, breathe,” he coached gently. I let out my breath and struggled to keep breathing over the sensation of muscles I’d never felt before. “Oh, God, you’re so tight,” he growled. “Your virgin pussy is so tight on my cock…”
“Oh! Oh, oh, oh…”
Reduced to monosyllabic responses again, but no longer on my own terms. Mr. Jewls adjusted his weight and thrust in me again, slowly, softly.
“How are you doing, honey?” he asked sweetly, stroking my hair—Caring, like no one else in the world.
“I – oh – s-so good, you’re right this feels so good…”
“There you go,” he said encouragingly. “Now, you’re mine.” And he punctuated his claim with a hard thrust. I cried out.
He developed a rhythm. “Oh,” I moaned, breathless.
“You’re mine, forever, we’ll be together,” he murmured.
“Ah! -” Electricity built inside my body, thrumming, pulsing, the hard cock inside me assaulting my insides. And his cock was so hard, not in my hands, but inside, giving something for my new muscles to grip onto. He pushed me into the ground over and over. I never wanted it to end, this joy, ascension.
“Yes, yes, that’s my girl,” Mr. Jewls shouted, “Come with me! Come with me!”
My world exploded. I lay on the floor of the classroom, feeling everything, every sensation. My body melted as his hips stuttered, and he grunted abruptly, falling beside me.
We lay quietly. Mr. Jewls reached his hand out and stroked my hair again, petting softly, and I let myself lean against Him. “Can we try again? Can we have sex again?” I asked eagerly. We did, that day, and thus started my relationship with Him, the only person in the world who would really know me, Susie.
End Of Chapter 1- Schoolgirl Erotica
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Final Notes
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