Screwing My Students Ch. 02

The Principal's Daughter part 2

Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. All characters are 18 or older.

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The Monday after my student Emma sucked me off in the storeroom, I arrived at work earlier than normal. The parking lot was mostly empty, the lights still on in the pre-dawn gloom. I pulled into my usual corner space far from the building, where the tall laurel hedge kept my car in the shade for most of the day. Turning my car off, I sat for a minute. Oddly, I didn't feel nervous. I'd spent all that energy on Saturday, low-key freaking out about the possibility of losing my job at best, being put in jail at worst. But then I remembered the expression on Emma's face after I'd cum in her mouth: Satisfied, aroused. I wasn't going to get in trouble.

In any case, she'd said I owed her while my fingers were separated from her pussy by the thinnest layer of fabric, a debt I was more than happy to repay. I wondered when I'd get the chance to make good. Imagined in detail how I would make good, mind replaying details of last Friday over and over.

I took a deep breath, realized I was drifting off into erotic daydreams when I should be hauling it to the classroom. I'd done absolutely no grading over the weekend, the box of papers unmoved from when I'd placed it last Friday, still lightheaded from my orgasm. I figured I could make a dent in them before any students showed up.

That did not happen.

Principal Connell's SUV pulled in beside me as I was getting out, Emma in the passenger seat. She smiled and waved to see me, no hint of anything other than friendliness on her face. I managed to return the smile, said "Good morning," as they exited.

"'Morning, Harlow. You're here early," Connell replied.

"Yeah, I didn't get a lot of grading done over the weekend," I said, pointing to the box of papers, "Thought I'd make up for that this morning."

"That's good. You're a hard worker. Glad to hear you're taking some time for yourself," he said, "Hey, thanks again for agreeing to chaperone the volleyball team. We've got a lot of away games this season."

Emma had come around to stand at my car's trunk as we spoke. I could feel her eyes on me; I did my best to ignore her. I don't know if I could have kept my cool otherwise.

"Of course. Happy to help," I smiled thinly, images of Emma on her knees flashing through my head.

Connell began to turn away. "Well, I have a lot to take care of today. You coming, Emma?"

"I need to talk to Mr. Harlow about the last lab we did. I'll walk in with him."

Now I looked at her, eyebrow raised.

"That okay, Mr. Harlow?" she asked, utterly innocent.

"Of course," I nodded. I was suddenly very aware that the sheer size of the SUV hid us from the view of the building. Once Connell left, there would be a good ten to fifteen minutes before the parking lot filled up enough for anyone to come over here. An idea began to form. A very risky idea.

"Well, you both have a good day. Thanks again, Harlow," Connell said. He strode off, leaving Emma and I alone.

"Have a good weekend?" she asked, coming around the car to me. She stopped well within arms reach. A school blazer and knee socks kept away the mild chill of the morning. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower, pushed messily back off her face.

"Not bad. Had a lot on my mind, though."

Emma gave a quick look over her shoulder before stepping closer. "Like what?"

I put my hand on her waist, inside the blazer. A bit of pressure from my hand, and we stood pressed together, my hard cock straining through my slacks against her belly. She let out a breathy little gasp.

"Like you," I whispered into her ear. Brought a hand to the hem of her skirt, let my fingers graze her thigh.

"Here?" she said, looking around again. I slid my fingers up higher, tracing spirals on the soft skin. She shivered.

"Here," I said. I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh, touch still light. "You said I owed you."

"What if someone sees?"

"I thought you liked the risk." I kissed her as the tips of my fingers found the crease where thigh and hip met, the elastic of her panties blocking me from what I wanted. Another shiver rippled up and down her body. I slid one finger past that line, gently drew it along one labia.

Emma stepped back a little, cheeks red, "I wasn't expecting that... here..."

I found where the fabric was damp, pressed my finger against her slit. Her breath caught. "I wasn't expecting you last Friday. Think of it as payback in more ways than one."

Somewhere across the parking lot, I heard a car. We both froze, eyes on each other. We didn't relax until it parked far away from us. I raised an eyebrow, questioning.

"Payback, huh?" she smiled, a smile that widened into a gasp as I reached up and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, put pointer and ring finger on each lip, touched my middle to where they met. She was wet and hot, shaking with anticipation.

"Lift up your skirt," I said huskily, "I want to see."

The girl obliged, raised the hem of her skirt with both hands until I could just see her pussy, the way my finger split those pale lips. I brought it to the slick nub of her clit, rubbed oh-so-gently. She bit her lip against a cry as I increased pressure.

"You little exhibitionist," I murmured, "God, you love the thought of getting caught, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," Emma nodded. Another car, further away. I didn't stop caressing her- she'd need to finish soon.

"You like the thought of your friends waiting while your teacher fingers you, don't you?" I asked her. "You want them to find us. See what a slut you are."

"Yes, yessss," she cried. I rewarded her honesty by sliding a finger inside of her. I

kissed her trembling lips, slid a second finger beside the first, gently crooking them. Emma moaned deeply and bucked against my hand, the wave of her orgasm cresting.

"Who's fingering you?"

"Y-you are!" she moaned.

"And who am I?"

Emma gasped and leaned back, eyes half-lidded with lust. She said, "My favorite teacher." The "r" dragged out as her orgasm took her. Emma let out a low keen, knees shaking. My student shuddered, dropped her skirt to brace against the side of the car. As she was overwhelmed with ecstasy, even that grip failed and she fell into my chest, sobbing little orgasmic cries. Her thighs clenched around my hand, forcing it still. I withdrew, put those fingers into my mouth to taste her sweetness. I was not disappointed.

"Ooh god," she managed after a bit, voice wavering, "How the hell am I going to first period after that?"

"Yeah, I hear you," I replied. The inside of my boxers was drenched in precum. I wasn't sure I could physically make it to my classroom without relieving myself in the staff bathroom.

Emma smoothed her skirt, color slowly returning to normal. "Got a bit of blueballs there, Mr. Harlow?"

"Just a bit," I couldn't help but laugh. A thought occurred to me. Another risky, stupid, thought. "How about you come to my room during third? I'll write you a note."

"Oh?" she said, piqued, "Why third period?"

"It's my plan time. We'll have the classroom all to ourselves."

Emma nodded, licked her lip. She was turning the idea over in her head, I could tell, examining the possibilities of fifty minutes alone with me. "What if someone comes in?"

"No one ever comes to my room. But if you'd rather not..." I let it hang, waiting for her to decide. We'd have plenty of opportunities, especially now that I was a volleyball chaperone.

Those green eyes met mine. A mischievous grin lit up her face. "Write me that note, Mr. Harlow. I think I need some extra help with the lab."

***

Emma was on me the moment the door closed behind her, mouth on mine, hands already untucking my shirt. I wrapped an arm around her waist, used my free hand to turn off the lights and lock the door. I maneuvered the girl over to a table. Feeling the edge against her thighs, she hopped up, letting her skirt pool around her.

"You gonna fuck me on this table, Mr. Harlow?" she cooed, hooking a finger into my belt and tugging me between her legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt up to her waist. A pleasant surprise awaited me: Emma had taken off her panties. She was already glistening with arousal.

I grinned at her, "Oh, absolutely."

Kneeling down, I kissed my student's smooth legs, moving closer and closer to her pussy with each touch of my lips. She ran her hands across my scalp, encouraging me with little gasps. I brought my mouth to her, ran my tongue up and down her slit, savoring the taste.

"Mmmmm. Mr. Harlow," she moaned, squeezing her thighs around my head. I put her legs over my shoulders, felt her lean back on her elbows to give me easier access. I split the girl open with my tongue, lapping at her folds and teasing her clit until she shuddered. Encouraged, I focused my attention there, licking and sucking her nub. Above me, Emma moaned, a hand over her mouth. I decided to make things more difficult for her, slid two fingers into her drenched cunt. I was rewarded with a muffled squeal, and the pressure of her thighs around my head.

Then her hands were tugging at my shoulders, pulling me up. I pulled open her blouse as I went, savoring each inch of bared skin. Her black lace bra was the kind that clasped in the front. I wasted no time in undoing it, exposing her breasts, pink nipples stiff from arousal. Her tie hung between them, pointing like an arrow to her pussy. I reached down and undid my belt buckle, other hand occupied with kneading one firm breast, pinching her nipple lightly. The girl gasped, raked fingers through my hair. The button was next, my pants slipping off my hips. I pulled my cock out, straightened up to fully appreciate the moment.

Emma was laid out on the table, her uniform opened and the skirt pushed to her waist. She was breathing heavily, eyes half-lidded. I almost couldn't believe what was happening, what I was about to do. I knew full well I'd blown right past anything excusable the moment she put her mouth around my cock, but actually fucking my student was something else entirely.

"You want this?" I whispered, rubbing my cockhead along her wet cleft. She squirmed, tried to pull me in with her legs across my lower back.

"You have to ask?" she replied, smiling.

I entered her slowly, eyes glued to where we joined, the way my cock spread her welcoming lips. Her pussy was warm and wet and good. I couldn't help but let out a low groan as Emma took all of me, biting back the sound of her own pleasure in turn. I fucked her slowly at first, savoring her pussy, gradually speeding up at her whispered urgings until I was going hard. Emma had the sleeve of her blazer in her mouth, fabric clenched between small white teeth. She writhed against me, skin flushed and eyes closed. It didn't take long for her to climax, hips shaking and free hand holding the table edge in a white-knuckle grip.

My own orgasm was imminent, pleasure climbing to its peak even as I slowed my tempo. I wanted to make it last, the sight of her spread before me almost as pleasurable as the sensations playing up and down my shaft. I leaned forward, took one pert nipple between my lips, sucking and nipping gently.

Emma let the blazer slip from her mouth, gasped, "I want... to feel you cum, Mr. Harlow." Those words alone almost finished me. She sat up, kissed me hard. Our eyes locked. She said, "I want you to cum inside me."

"Say please," I said, emphasizing my words by pulling almost all of the way out of her.

Emma let out a little gasp of dismay, but didn't break eye contact.

"Please," she whimpered.

"That's a good girl," I said, bringing my lips to hers, filling her with my cock once more. As I thrust, she cooed my name over and over again until her voice broke around another orgasm. I couldn't hold, no, didn't want to hold back any longer, gave in to the waves of pleasure coursing up my cock, felt my hips buck as I filled my student with cum. I crushed her against me with the intensity of it all, her hitching breath filling my ear. Again and again I jetted, pleasure clouding my vision. I let out a long, shuddering breath as I finished.

Slowly our breathing returned to normal. I held her until I felt myself begin to soften, let Emma lean back onto the table. I chuckled in disbelief at what had just happened, let out a quiet, "Fuuuck."

"Yeah?" Emma smiled, "Think you can give me some extra help tomorrow too?"

I returned her smile, said, "Why wait until tomorrow? There's always after school."

"I like the sound of that, Mr. Harlow. Let's do it."

***

After that, Emma and I began to hook up regularly. After school, during planning, even sneaking away during an assembly. I thought we were being relatively careful, that no one suspected a thing. What I didn't count on, however, was the impact our trysts were having on her social life.

I certainly didn't expect anyone to come looking for her...