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Part 2
Pam turned her eyes up to his, still looking back over her shoulder, with a pout on her lips. She bent forward a little more to let him see just a hint of her pink pussy lips hiding between her thighs. She was warm and as wet. She looked at his cock. It looked hard enough to drill through a concrete wall.
"Would you mind?" Pam whispered in a breathy, sexy, little girl's voice. "I have a little itch down there and I just can't reach it."
"I'd be glad to help you out, young lady," he said, sauntering towards her as if being led by his dick.
Pam giggled. Litton positioned himself right up to her ass and held her hips with one hand while he used the other to put the tip of his cock into her cunt.
"Little girls like you shouldn't talk to big strangers like me. It might get you in a lot of trouble."
Pam spread her legs a bit wider and moaned as he pushed his dick into her pussy. She leaned on her elbows on the desk and let her hair fall over her face.
"I like this kind of trouble," she moaned, twisting her hips.
"I bet you do."
His cock plunged into her tunnel. He held her slim waist and pressed his groin firmly against her ass. Pam pressed back.
She listened to his heavy breathing and happy grunts and watched their reflection in the glass bookcase door behind the desk. She smiled, amused by the cute expression on his face. His forehead was dotted with tiny beads of sweat, like he had just come out of a shower. His eyes were squeezed shut, which wrinkled his forehead like an old dirt road, and his lips made funny little puckering motions, all twisted and screwed up. He had a funny way of breathing in small, controlled, regulated puffs, as if he was running a marathon and needed to conserve his energy. He pumped very steadily, very regularly, and it felt very good, good enough to make her want to keep this up for a long time.
She liked the way he screwed and was glad she had taken this opportunity to make it with a man she had wanted like this for almost three years. If she had known when she was just a freshman how easy it would be to get inside his pants, she could have done this much sooner.
She thought back to the first day of gym class her freshman year, when she met Jim Litton for the first time. She remembered the way he caught her attention when he walked in by lifting and moving the band podium, something everyone else in school considered to be immovable because of its size and weight and he put it out of the way on his own without breaking a sweat. The powerful, bulging muscles in his legs and arms made her insides quiver that day, and since then she'd always wanted to put her hands on those muscles.
His hands were squeezing her hips. He quickened his pace, pumping her harder like he was close to cumming. She was panting and moaning, tightening and releasing her grip on the edge of the desk. His hard thrusts rocked her back and forth on the balls of her feet like she was a tall pole in a strong wind. Her short moans grew quicker than his thrusts, and then she began to squeal. At the same time, his steady, regular pumping became long, hard strokes, until she felt streams of warm, thick cum gushing from the end of his cock. His hips slapped her ass and she gritted her teeth, grunting each time.
He finished and breathed a long sigh of relief. Pam was breathing hard, but he was hardly worked up. He continued to poke his dick around inside her and she continued to crank her hips. His sperm churned deep inside her, making her feel warm and relaxed all over.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed.
Pam rested her chin in her palms with a satisfied grin, while he rubbed her ass and slowly stroked her cunt with his cock. He reached under and squeezed her tits.
"You better get back to class now," he whispered in her ear.
"I am in class. I'm in sex-ed."
She pushed her ass up a little higher and thought she felt his cock growing hard again.
"You're a horny fucking little girl."
He began to fuck her faster.
"I'm not a little girl. Oh!" she gasped.
He was hard again and he was going to make her cum.
"Oh, my. Oh, yes, Mr. Litton," she moaned, biting her lip and clawing at the desk.
She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned long and loud, absently wondering if the people out in the hall could hear them.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned again, squirting more cum into her pussy.
They froze together in position, neither of them moaning, just breathing hard and both of them had their eyes closed.
"One more time?" Pam asked, trying to catch her breath.
"More? You got enough cum in you now to impregnate half the girls in this school. I hope you're on the pill."
"With that much sperm I could have twins, couldn't I?"
She looked back over her shoulder with a smile.
"Don't say shit like that. The last thing I need is to get a student pregnant."
He pulled his wet cock out with a loud slurp and stuffed it back into his pants.
"I guess we'll find out in a couple of months, won't we?"
Pam remained leaning over the desk with her ass in the air. The cool air against her warm cunt felt nice.
"How old are you?"
Pam laughed and stood up. "Eighteen."
"Jesus, I'm fucked."
"So am I," Pam said nonchalantly, checking the flow of sperm from her cunt. "You did give me a lot," she said, with her hand between her thighs. "This is gonna feel good all day."
She slowly pulled her panties up while he stood by the door and watched. She pulled the pink fabric snug against her crotch and his sperm quickly soaked through, making a large, dark stain. She pulled her tight jeans up over her hips, swaying her hips from side to side to slide them on. She rehooked her bra, adjusting it over her tits and pulled her shirt back down. In only moments there was a small wet stain in the crotch of her jeans.
"Anytime you want some more of that sperm, you just stop by and tell me. My dick's always hard for you," he said.
Pam smiled and reached between his legs.
"Goddamn, it is hard. You're like a fountain of sperm, aren't you?"
She was just about to get down and suck his cock again, but he opened the door and the people sitting out in the hallway looked up at them. She quickly took a serious attitude to hide what they were really doing.
"Thank you, Mr. Litton," she said and walked away just as the lunch bell rang and all the students jumped up to go to their next class.
End.
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