Dangerous Pranks

"Oh COME OONNN!" My best friend, Lilly, screeched as we crossed the lawn.

"It's not that I don't WANT to it's just that the thought of him seeing me like THAT is terrifying!!" I replied while giving a cheesy smile in hopes to convey how nervous I really was.

"But tomorrow is April fools, it doesn't matter what we do, we can just say April fools!! It's sophomore tradition to break dress code, just like freshman's cover the halls with sticky notes, juniors egg one of the main offices and seniors ditch. That's how April Fools works at Saint Francis."

Lilly was right. That is how it works here. It was our second year of college and we already knew that breaking holiday traditions, especially April Fools traditions, had bad consequences. Last year a junior ratted out what office was being egged to the headmistress and the next day his car was sprayed hot pink. Hilarious, yes, but I did not wish that upon myself.

"Fine, but I do not need to dress skimpy, I can just wear casual clothes." I gave another cheesy smile, hoping to win her approval. We quickly entered into the main science building and headed towards Mr. Wrens room.

"But you have been crushing on Mr. Wren since we started in AUGUST and it's now the last day of MARCH. I've seen the way you mentally fuck him. I can't blame you. This is the perfect opportunity to come to his class half dressed and show him everything he's missing." She winked.

I snorted. "He's missing nothing" I said dryly.

Lilly pushed open the door to his class, revealing a half filled classroom and a Mr. Wren lounging in his chair, grading papers.

"Lilly, Elliott" he nodded as he said each of our names, welcoming us.

Elliott. The way my name rolled off of his tongue made me flinch. I felt so naked around him. I went to take a seat in the back but Lilly grabbed my hand and pulled me up to the front with her.

"You're dead." I mouthed.

She smirked back.

Class was a blur, as I was too busy focusing on his perfectly chiseled chest. His top buttons were open, revealing almost down to his mid chest. It was hot in California by this point, only causing people to wear less clothes. A small bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and disappeared into his shirt.

"Now what is the main hormone produced from the ovaries?" Mr. Wren asked, studying the students for an answer. No one replied. Mr. Wren rolled him eyes and snorted. "Alright, how about from the testes?" He started walking towards my desk, eyebrows raised, making eye contact with most of the class. I was too busy daydreaming to realize he was looking at me. When he first called my name the thing that caught my eye was the extremely stretched fabric covering his bulge. No matter what pants he wore, it was always obvious. He must be soooo well hung, I drooled to myself. "Miss Elliott?" My eyes snapped to his faster than the speed of light. Aw shit, he probably saw me staring.

"Yes, Mr. Wren?" I replied, trying to play it off.

"I asked what a main hormone produced from the testicles would be?" He restated, slightly agitated. Stop being a dumbass when he's anywhere near you! I scolded myself. I leaned back, hoping to buy myself some time to gain confidence. I then looked up to his eyes. Shit, those green eyes are sexy. I grabbed his attention, and slowly traced my way down his body, taking my time. I need to be in control. I scolded myself again.

"Testosterone, obviously" I smiled, sounding a little more sassy than I intended. He looked at me for a second, completely poker faced, and walked away. With his back turned he said

"Good girl, Elliott." Yes, daddy. I answered in my head. He stood behind his desk and leaned forward "class dismissed."

It was seven am, and Lilly was making her last attempts to make me wear something skimpy. I was a hardcore believer in wearing whatever the hell you wanted, and I sure did want to wear the least amount possible, but I was terrified. I was five foot five, but my legs appeared longer than a mile. I had average breasts, a 32 c, and slight curves. I was fairly toned as I took regular yoga and pilates but still had a little belly chub when I was completely relaxed. The thing I hated about myself the most was my hip dips, but of course, I can't make them completely vanish, as much as I try. My favorite quality was my long blonde hair, it poured over my shoulders in beachy waves and always smelled like coconut. At least that's attractive. I huffed to myself. But this was the year of confidence. The year of change. I need to push myself. Aw screw it.

"Fine, do whatever you want to me." I groaned at Lilly. She squeaked and threw an outfit she bought yesterday when she was shopping at me.

"This will make Mr. Wren's job close to impossible" she winked.

After I changed I came out into her view. I was in a deep red bralette that was sheer except around the nipple, where little roses were carefully sewn on. To match I had a deep red body con skirt on that actually made me appear curvy.

"Here, these will make you even sexier" she sang as she handed me a pair of thigh high black boots, much like the ones she had on. I cannot believe I'm wearing this. This is NOT happening. Almost reading my thoughts she replied,

"Oh yes, this is happening."

We made our way across the lawn like normal, being sure to appreciate all of the sophomores out of uniform and the lack of seniors and their sense of superiority.

"Look!" I laughed, pointing to one of the main office buildings, specifically the one that belonged to Mrs. Birch, or bitch as some of the students called her. Her office was covered with eggs.

"Oh my gosh, that is PRICELESS!" Lilly laughed back.

As we entered the main hall, which was covered in sticky notes I might add, a knot formed in my stomach. I'm about to see him. He's going to see me like this! Fuck. He's going to see me like this. Suddenly the knot worked itself into my pussy, making me slightly more sensitive. The thought of being so bare before him made me embarrassed, but oddly enough made me want to be even less dressed before him. Whatever, let's get this over with. I pushed open the door, and thankfully noticed I wasn't the only one, along with Lilly of course, who decided to wear practically nothing. Every girl in class was basically naked. I guess that's to be expected though considering how hot Mr. Wren is. He was grading papers at his desk as usual, but his eyes were transfixed on my legs as soon as I walked in the room. Then he traced back up to my tits. I noticed he inhaled sharply, as I rounded the corner to my seat, this time right in front and center. I never dress like this, I might as well milk the situation, no matter how nervous I am. Class began as normal, and Mr. Wren began writing notes on the board for us to copy. I sucked the tip of my pen after I finished copying them down, trying to understand what the hell these notes meant. As I looked up, I realized Mr. Wren was watching me. His eyes enjoying how my lips held the pen. His thick black hair was slightly covering his face, making him looked like a dear in headlights. His eyes met mine and he snapped around and quickly continued writing notes for us to copy.

At the end of class, Mr. Wren said "anyone who needs help understanding anything we went over in class today, please feel free to stay after for help."

As I was about to exit the classroom, Lilly pulled me back into the classroom and mumbled something about this being my chance to get some, and quickly skipped out of the door. This left only Mr. Wren and I, and he currently had his back turned, studying what he has written on the board. I walked over to his desk and the sound of my heels caused him to turn around and cock his head.

"Decide to stay for help?" he asked.

I smiled, "yeah all this stuff about hormones and where they come from and what produces them makes no sense. And the cascade effect, I mean why does the pituitary gland have another gland that controls it and makes its own hormones just to do so?" I scoffed.

He gave a low laugh, almost growl, that echoed through the room. Just then I realized truly how alone we were. "Why don't you come over here and draw a diagram showing what you understand, and I'll correct you once you begin to mess up." He suggested.

"Alright" I nodded and walked over to the board. His desk was slightly to the left of the board I was about to write on, and he sat in his chair rubbing his lip. I began to draw a diagram of the human body and label each glance that produced hormones, and then stopped. "I have no idea which ones produce what" I told him, feeling stupid. He stood and walked over to the board, and was about write but was looking for a marker. I leaned to grab one from the board behind him, but stumbled, realizing how close I was to his chest. And of course, I just had to place my hand on it to steady myself. Somebody shoot me, please, I begged silently. Deep red spread amongst my face once I realized how muscular this man truly was.

"Elliott?" He whispered, looking down at me, eyebrows raised. I quickly removed my hand and looked at my feet,

"Y- yes, Mr. Wren?" I squeaked.

He gave a low throaty laugh, "Go to my desk, now."

His orders made my stomach flip. I didn't care if I was in trouble. It was hot as hell. I turned around only to have my ass forced into the desk, as he was leaning right against me. He placed his hands on either side of me, resting on the desk and stared at me for a second.

"Is there a reason you, along with every other female student in this class decided to walk around in practically nothing all class?" He asked, almost whispering into my ear.

"N-no it's... It's just that it's sophomore tradition on April Fools and well of course..." I caught myself. I almost added and well of course you're the teacher.

"Of course what?" He pushed, knowing the answer himself.

"Well, I believe many of the girls, uhh.. Find you... Attractive?" I blushed. I know many of the girls do.

"Really? And are you one?" He replied, almost teasing.

"Well, I mean, I don't know..." I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me, Elliott." He snapped, grabbing my chin.

"Yes... Yes I do."

That was all he needed. Suddenly I found myself sitting on his desk, and his lips devouring mine. His massive hands grabbed my inner thighs and forced them apart, leaving space for him as he pushed against me, his growing erection teasing my pussy. I bucked my hips forward only to not receive what I wanted. He took a step back and broke our kiss, turning and walking towards the door.

"Wait Mr. Wren, I..." He didn't reply, but instead of walking away he shut and locked the door.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asked as he turned around, leaning his back against the door.

"Yes" I replied, thinking obviously without my brain and only my pussy.

"Then you'll do exactly as I say. I don't like disobedient little students. Okay?" he growled again, walking towards me. I nodded, too horny to reply with words. "I asked you a question. Answer me." He ordered.

"Yes daddy" I replied, hungry for more.

In one swift motion he had my legs forced open and his bulge pressed in between my legs and he was sucking on my neck. I couldn't help but moan.

"Strip" he barked.

I blushed, nervous to show my self to him. Sensing my timidness he gently reached around and unhooked my bra, allowing my chest to hang freely. He licked his lips and visually devoured each nipple.

"Stunning baby" he whispered.

That gave me enough courage to strip. Here we go I thought. I slipped off the desk and turned my back, I was too nervous to see his reaction. I slowly unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. I was left in only my thong, which was soaked, and my thigh high black boots. He let out a gentle grunt and came up behind me. His hands started on my outer thighs and traced them all the way up to just below my armpits. From there he traced circles around my nipples with his thumbs, making them rock hard. Me being completely naked and him being fully dressed only turned me on more. I turned around, and faced him.

"Now what, daddy?" I whispered.

"Put your chest against the wall." He answered.

I walked over to the wall between the windows, which were thankfully covered, and pressed my nipples against the cold hard wall. He sauntered up behind me and took my ass cheeks, one in each hand. He got onto his knees and left sloppy kisses and small bites all over my left cheek, then my right. He then pulled back, and suddenly I felt a quick thwap on my right ass from his spanking me. Then again. Thwap. I moaned from the pain which slowly turned into pleasure. I felt a small trickle of juices down my right thigh from my pussy. He spun me around, while still on his knees, and held my hands with his left hand behind my back just above my ass. He then separated my legs, and licked the line of juice, stopping just before my clit. I bucked my hips forward but instantly regretted it for he pulled away his head but still had my hands pinned.

"Pushy little slut. What are you trying to do?" He smirked.

"Please" I whined. "Please suck me." I squirmed a little, trying to control my hormones.

He held eye contact with me for a second and then quickly traced circles around my clit, and traced my lips down to the opening of my pussy. He swirled his tongue around my clit again and then sucked, hard, and kept sucking and swirling for about a minute. Then, he took and inserted his middle finger into my pussy while sucking my clit and somehow managed to find my g spot quicker than I ever have. The continuous stimulation was about to drive me over the edge and my hips began to squirm.

"I'm gonna cum" I moaned, almost there.

He stopped sucking but continued finger fucking me. "No, I'm not done with you yet. Cum and I'll make you sit on my desk completely naked for the next hour waiting for me." He said, staring me down.

"Y-yes daddy." I whispered.

He suddenly pulled out his fingers and stood up. He stuck them into my mouth.

"How do you taste, little slut?" He asked.

"Sweet" I sucked some more "and a little fruity." I added.

He smiled and then quickly led me over to his desk again. This time he sat on the desk and pulled me between his legs. I began to unbutton his shirt, and then he pulled it off. Holy mother of shit. His arms are massive and his six pack was accentuated with sweat running down the middle. He then grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, which was pulsating beneath my hand.

"This is what you do to me, little slut." He whispered into my ear, then he sucked my ear lobe for a second before pulling away.

Quickly I started to undo his belt buckle.

"Excited?" He teased.

I rolled my eyes, becoming more horny by the minute. I slipped off his pants and boxers as he lifted up his ass, causing them to fall to the floor. His cock sprung out like a rabbit, and smacked me in the stomach. We both laughed.

"Suck it, slut." He commanded.

I nodded and dropped to my knees. I don't know how I was going to fit all nine inches into my mouth, but I was determined to try. I began by tracing the tip with my tongue, drawing little circles from the urethra out. I then cupped his balls and drew sloppy kisses down to them, and back up. I heard a small grunt come from him. I then slipped the tip inside of my mouth and began sucking. I slowly worked my way down to his balls and then sucked forcefully all the way to the tip, and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I did that again, slowly putting his cock inside my mouth and forcefully sucking all the way to his balls, letting saliva run out of my mouth. I used my hands to massage the saliva around his balls while I pulled his cock out of my mouth again. Precum was flowing out at this point, and he grabbed my hair.

"Very good, little slut." He moaned, catching his breath. "Stand up." He barked.

I stood up and was greeted by his hands on my waste as he wiggled back onto his desk so we had more space and hoisted me up onto his lap, his penis rubbing against my clit. He kissed me deeply, and his tongue slipped between my lips and played with mine. He broke our kiss and pulled my hips up, and placed the head of his penis at my opening, then dragged my juices up to my clit with the head of his cock and back to my hole. I moaned, hating and loving the teasing.

"Why are you moaning, slut?" He asked, trying to use a poker face but it was clear he was struggling holding back.

"Fuck me, please. Please daddy, fuck me until I can't walk!" I moaned, exasperated with hormones.

He nudged the head of his dick into my folds and slowly pushed my hips down.

"Slowly, I've never been with someone this big." I told him.

He wrapped his hands around my waste, pulling us closer and smashing my boobs into his chest. He grabbed my ass cheeks and slowly began making me ride his dick. I swiftly loosened to accommodate him. I was practically dripping wet. He layed on his back and I leaned forward, placing my hands on his shoulders. I started to ride him faster and faster. My tits were flailing in front of his face and he quickly grabbed and began sucking and nibbling on them, shooting pleasure down into my clit.

"Oh gosh, I'm gonna cum!" I cried, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Again, slut, not until" his breath hitched, it was clear he was close to cumming too "not until I say so! Stand up and turn around." He ordered.

I did as I was told suddenly felt his hands on my hips again. He pulled me back onto the desk, between his legs and I could feel his dick against my back. His forearms laced underneath my thighs and I was basically folded in half with my knees to my boobs. He then lined his dick up with my pussy and pushed me all the way down. He let go of my thighs and I adjusted so that I was on my knees, with them on either side of his thighs. Guess he never skipped leg day. I thought to myself, appreciating his massive thighs. I began to bounce up and down on his dick wanting to cum so badly. He reached around the front of me and stuck his fingers in my mouth. After I'd sucked them he slipped them around on my clit, starting to rub faster and faster. I leaned my head back onto his left shoulder, giving him access to my neck, which he sucked and licked.

"I'm going to come, slut." He panted "cum with me."

I needed no further instructions as my pussy had been begging to for the last twenty minutes. Juices overflowed from my slit running down his cock and my thighs shook violently. He grabbed my hips with his left hand and forced me down onto his cock while rubbing my clit with his right hand. His cum filled me, adding to my pleasure. Warm semen began to flow out of my pussy and we both panted violently. Suddenly the door came open,

"Mr. Wren, I need to-"

The headmistress froze, and stared at me straddling him backwards and his hands between my legs.

We must've not heard her unlock the door. Holy shit were screwed.

"April Fools?" I squeaked with uncertainty...

How the hell do I blame this on April Fools?