Chapter 4

Charlie sat in his classroom, his thoughts consumed with what the stranger had told him and his experience with Mrs. Lefsky. Could he be telling the truth? It must be true. Look what happened with Mrs. Lefsky. Charlie remembered what the man had said after they left Mrs. Lefsky's house -- "Think about it and I'll get back to you soon. There's so much more I can teach you."

The giggling distracted Charlie. Looking around, he saw all his classmates staring at him, most laughing.

"Charlie, are you sleeping with your eyes open?"

Charlie's attention was drawn to the voice of his teacher standing in front of the room, scowling. His feet were shoulder width apart and his hands were on his hips. Charlie was not a favorite student of Mr. Pruss.

"Do you know the answer?" the teacher asked, rather sarcastically.

"Um..."

"Good answer. Do you even know the question?"

The class burst into laughter, quickly silenced by their teacher's glare.

"Well, I ... um..."

"You're living up to everything I expected of you," Mr. Pruss said. "You're a complete idiot ... a loser. You will never amount to anything."

Charlie's face turned red while his classmates snickered. But all of a sudden the room became as quiet as a convent during silent prayers. That is, except for the gasps. Mr. Pruss was frantically pulling his zipper down, and then his hand disappeared into the opening and emerged clutching his cock. He stumbled backwards and leaned against the big oak desk with his fist sliding up and down his now hard cock.

"Mr. Pruss, what are you doing?" Cathy Morgan asked.

Cathy was the typical "brown noser" who always made sure she had the seat right in front of the teacher's desk. She was the first to raise her hand, but never helped any of her classmates, preferring to look good at their expense. Her big round glasses were too large for her small face, but she thought it made her look studious, earning points with her teachers. But right now her eyes were almost as large as the circular pieces of glass within the black frames as her teacher's cock was only a few feet in front of her.

"No! No! I mustn't!" Mr. Pruss cried out, but his fist didn't miss a stroke.

The teacher scanned the shocked faces of his students. He knew what he was doing was inappropriate, but he couldn't stop. He didn't even know why he was doing it, other than having an irresistible urge to climax. He couldn't stop! He couldn't walk away! And then he heard Cathy's voice. And then there was another voice telling him to move away from his desk and get closer to her. But whose voice was it? Was he going mad? Was he telling himself to walk to the edge of her desk?

With his fist sliding up and down his cock, the teacher waddled to the front of Cathy's desk. The edge of the desk dug into the front of his thighs as he leaned forward. Cathy was hysterically screaming for him to stop, but he couldn't. And then he felt words being put into his mouth as he stared down at the girl.

"This is for you, Cathy. You're my favorite. The other students don't matter ... only you. You are ... oh god!"

Mr. Pruss' back arched as his head tilted back, and then his cock erupted. Thick white semen spurted in sync with his grunts and Cathy's screeches. The rest of the classroom was silent, not believing what they were seeing.

Suddenly, Cathy leapt from her chair and tried to flee, but Mr. Pruss grabbed her around the waist. Spinning her around, he held her tightly against his body. After an initial gasp, the class began laughing. Her face, hair, and blouse were covered in their teacher's semen. The white goo hung down from both pieces of glass, which had taken direct hits, and one nostril was filled with the stuff.

"Let me go!" Cathy screamed, a cum-bubble forming at her nostril while she squirmed in Mr. Pruss' clutching arms.

"No, I know what you want," the teacher said. "I don't know how I do, but I know what you want."

Holding the struggling girl around the waist with one arm, Mr. Pruss grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up, tucking the material between his forearm and her body. She screamed even louder, kicking her teacher's shin with the back of her heel. But then she became eerily quiet when her teacher's stubby fingers grabbed her panties where it covered her pubic hair and yanked it to the side, ripping the flimsy undergarment off. Her eyes stared down in disbelief, crossing one leg over the other to hide her privates from her classmates.

Tears flowed down her cum-covered cheeks as she whimpered, "Please, Mr. Pruss, why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you want it."

"No I don't. Please let me go."

"I know you do. I know you do. This is what you want."

Mr. Pruss backed up, dragging the now limp girl with him. When he reached his desk he tightened his grip around the girl's waist and jumped onto it, carrying Cathy with him onto his lap. Not expecting the move, her legs flew apart, allowing Mr. Pruss to wedge his between hers and spread them, hooking his legs over hers to hold them open. She struggled, but he was too strong and when the girl looked down she saw her pussy was completely exposed.

Cathy immediately cupped her crotch, shielding her pussy from her classmates' stares, but Mr. Pruss would have none of that. He wrenched her hands away, trapping both arms under one of his more powerful ones. Then his free hand went back between her legs, but not to cover the area. His short, stubby finger wedged between her parted labia and found her hole. He hesitated.

Charlie heard his teacher's thoughts. She's a virgin. How can she want this if she's... ?

The girl's shriek echoed throughout the room as the fat finger thrust past her hymen and sunk all the way into her. Charlie was as shocked as the rest of the class that the 17 year old girl was a virgin, but he didn't care. It was payback time. He remembered all the times Cathy snitched on him and got him into trouble. Now it was her turn.

Cathy stopped struggling, wincing as the bloody finger slid in and out of her violated pussy. She had sperm on her blouse, in her hair, on her glasses, and all over her face -- she was naked from the waist down with her legs obscenely spread, her pussy exposed to the entire class -- her virginity had just been taken, by a finger no less -- and her teacher was finger-fucking her. The humiliation was overwhelming.

The pain in her pussy was subsiding, but what she now felt was even worse. The biological effect of the thick finger moving against the nerve-lined walls of her pussy caused her hips to occasionally hump. She fought it, but it was like the knee-jerk reaction when the hammer taps the patellar tendon. And then her humping increased when Mr. Pruss' thumb found her now blood-engorged clit.

At times, Charlie was going to send Cathy a thought, like to be quiet or to sit still. But watching her being violated against her will was more pleasurable. Of course he kept prompting Mr. Pruss, sometimes specific commands and sometimes general ones. Charlie also had to stop some of his classmates from going for help, but most of them were enjoying the show.