“Ugh, ugh. Oh. So do you,” Brigitte hissed at her friend who smiled back at her affectionately.
Christine turned her attention back to me, her ice-blue eyes compelling as she began to rub two fingers across Brigitte’s hard clitoris. “Come on, Sir. At least have a feel. Go on, slip a finger in. Please, Sir. She needs it.”
I couldn’t hold off any longer. I began to move my right hand across the desk towards her.
I was saved by Brigitte’s orgasm which was sudden and explosive. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she screeched, her breasts wobbling deliciously as she shuddered to a climax.
Christine must have noticed the momentary movement of my hand because she smiled knowingly at me.
Keeping eye contact, she slowly lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them.
“Mmm. Oh, Sir. She tastes so nice. Here you try her too.” She lent towards me and moved her right hand towards my face. I felt paralysed with fear and lust.
I could smell Brigitte even more strongly as Christine lifted her fingers to just under my nose before slowly smearing my lips with pussy juice. Despite what my brain was telling me to do, I opened my mouth and my tongue slipped over her fingers. I had never tasted anything so delicious.
“Oh shit! Strictly’s coming!”
The next few moments were a blur. It took a few seconds for me to realise that ‘Strictly’ meant Miss Stricker, my dear Bethany. And if Chloe could see her at the end of the corridor we only had maybe fifteen seconds before she would be at the door!
My panic was sudden. I could feel my heart beating powerfully and a tight choking sensation across my chest as I struggled to breathe. I moaned in distress as the girls moved around me. Any moment now my fiancee was going to come in and find me with a shapely naked girl sitting a few inches from my face!
Christine grabbed Brigitte’s clothes off the floor and threw them at her. “Under the desk!” she hissed.
Brigitte nodded, and slipped off the desk onto my lap, straddling me with her long legs. Despite the pressure we were under, she managed to smile at me saucily as her pert buttocks writhed on top of my erection. “Ooh! Sir! I can feel your cock,” she laughed before pushing me back and wriggling into the, thankfully, enclosed well under my desk.
Chloe and Christine quickly sat down into their seats opening their books as if didn’t have a care in the world.
I stared at them agape and then down at Brigitte who was snugly ensconced under me. She grabbed my legs and pulled me forward on my chair so that she couldn’t be seen.
There was a knock on the door. I knew it was coming yet I still jumped. I looked at Christine. She nodded at me with a reassuring smile.
I cleared my throat before loudly saying, “Enter,” although the door was already opening.
Bethany came in and gave me a quick tight smile before briefly sneering at the girls. She stopped just to the left of my desk and slightly to the fore so that, luckily, she wouldn’t be able to see under the desk.
“Er. Um. Good Morning, Miss Stricker. How can I help?” I asked with a quaver in my voice.
“Good Morning, Mr. Bletchflap. I just wanted to give Christine and Brigitte their detention slips. As you may have noticed they thought they could take advantage of Miss Birstthwaite’s absence and not wear the correct school uniform. Where is Brigitte by the way?” she asked me, looking over her glasses at me. She was wearing a severely cut grey skirt-suit which perhaps didn’t flatter her slight body shape.
I jumped and stuttered as I felt Brigitte’s hand squeeze my erect penis through my trousers.
“Oh, she’s in the lavatory, Miss,” Christine smoothly interjected, noticing my disconcertedness.
I gripped my desk in terror as I felt my flies being slowly unzipped. I wanted to leap away but I daren’t expose my aroused state.
“Oh, well, I shall leave this on her desk then,” Bethany said placing the blue slip down deliberately before turning to Christine.
Seeing that Bethany was facing away from me, I pushed back briefly and dared a glance down at Brigitte who grinned back up at me before sliding her right hand teasingly into my trousers.
Bethany started to speak which fortunately covered my gasp as Brigitte’s warm hand clasped my penis and pulled it out. “And you Christine, this is for you; just make sure I never catch you in such slutty non-regulation clothing ever again! Do you understand?” she said sternly, leaning over her threateningly.
Christine sullenly agreed, “Yes, Miss,” before glancing up at me. Her eyes widened as she saw me convulse in a combination of pleasure and fear as Brigitte slid her warm wet mouth over the head of my penis.
Luckily Bethany stared severely for a few more seconds at Christine else she would have surely seen my befuddled expression, glaringly signalling my confused excitement at the sheer feelings of bliss emanating from Brigitte’s adept mouth on my genitals.
By the time she finally turned I had managed to fix a more neutral look in my face despite the forceful sucking I could now feel as Brigitte slowly slid her lips in a tight ring up and down my poor penis.
Bethany walked over to my desk. I pushed forward to conceal the lascivious schoolgirl kneeling between my legs, inadvertently causing another inch or two of my penis to slide into her mouth.
“I hope you don’t mind me interrupting, Mr. Bletchflap,” she said, leaning over me. “I just didn’t want them to feel that they could get away with such blatant exhibitionism and lasciviousness. Brigitte in particular is a dirty little whore,” she added in a whisper. “Make sure she gets that slip!”
I cleared my throat and winced slightly as Brigitte gently bit my glans in a warning at Bethany’s admonishment although she made up for it immediately by flicking her tongue wetly over the offended area.
“Er, no problem, Bethany, I mean, Miss Stricker,” I said brokenly.
Bethany lent even closer. I was acutely conscious that only a few inches under her hands, Brigitte was doing her best to make me ejaculate in her mouth. “Are you OK, Ronald?” she said quietly. “You look a little unwell.”
“Oh, I’m fine. Really. I’ll see you later,” I replied after a pause during which Brigitte licked down my shaft to suck my testicles.
Bethany looked puzzled but eventually said, “All right. I’ll see you at lunch.”
I even managed a quick smile as Bethany turned on her heel, waving at me as she made to leave.
I began to relax when suddenly she paused at the door and turned back to face the class.
“And Christine, make sure you and Brigitte take that make-up off at breaktime too.”
Christine nodded tightly and Bethany smiled smugly at her before turning and leaving, the door closing loudly behind her.
I swore under my breath.
At this point, Brigitte’s head was slowly bobbing up and down me giving me indescribable pleasure. She was making a wet squelching sound as she sucked. I knew what was about to happen and there was nothing I could do about it.