Subject:     High School Chemistry Class
Story Codes: f-solo mast oral exhib
Diary date:  January 17, 2002 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Most people don't remember their high school chemistry class as being a 
lot of fun.  Well, they didn't have Robin as their lab partner!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – About Robin
   Chapter 2 – Class Pervert
   Chapter 3 – Home With My Mom
   Chapter 4 – Masturbating About Robin
   Chapter 5 – Sucking My Dad’s Dick
   Chapter 6 – Robin Takes My Panties
   Chapter 7 – Masturbating in Class
   Chapter 8 – After Class


Chapter 1 – About Robin
=======================

A lot of people have asked me if I use to tease my teachers or otherwise 
fool around in school.  The reality is that I did a lot more at church 
and community functions than I ever did at school.  My goal was to be a 
teacher someday and I especially wanted to teach in my old school 
district so it really wouldn't have been to my advantage to have anyone 
on the staff associating me with something controversial when I was a 
student. Despite the sensationalism in the media, the vast majority of 
teachers do NOT have sex with their students and doing so is NOT 
considered a career enhancing move.  Of course, that doesn’t mean I was 
exactly an angel all the time either.  Far from it.

In my senior year of high school I took an advanced chemistry class.  I 
wasn't looking forward to it but my guidance counselor said it would look 
good on my college application.  As it turned out, there would be more 
chemistry in the class than the syllabus described, although I doubt it 
was the type that the school intended.

The classroom was really more of a lab.  Square tables were set up two 
across the room and four deep with spots for four students at each one.  
Each one had a top made of some dark black impenetrable material with a 
sink in the middle and connections for gas for the burners.  A number of 
drawers with locks were built in for us to store our materials in.

Instead of chairs or desks, we had to sit on these tall and uncomfortable 
stools with no backs and just a small round top.  It was one of the older 
classrooms in the school, not much different from when our parents went 
to school here.  In other words, long overdue for remodeling.

On the first day of class I was running late and at first I thought the 
class was full.  Actually, it was just the front of the classroom where 
the door was that was filled and the last row of stools was empty.  I 
found myself seated at one of the lab tables in the rear of the classroom 
next to Robin.

Robin was one of the hottest girls in school with a well-earned 
reputation as the school whore.  To me there is a big difference between 
being a slut and a whore.  As a slut, I used my body to MY advantage to 
get the things I wanted. On the other hand, Robin was a whore who just 
let boys use her for their own pleasure.  I suspected she used drugs 
which might explain why she allowed herself to be so degraded.

That said, Robin was beautiful.  She was slim with an olive complexion 
that bespoke her Italian heritage along with long dark wavy hair.  While 
I didn't think I was all that bad looking, sitting next to her I had to 
admit she was in a class of her own.  Robin had fantastic slim legs that 
I would have killed for, a shapely ultra-tight ass, and perfect C-cup 
breasts.  

To top it all off, Robin knew just how to show everything off to its 
fullest advantage.  Her skirts were always as short as the dress code 
allowed and usually shorter.  I don’t think I ever saw her once in a 
dress or skirt that even came close to her knees, no matter what the 
weather or circumstances.

The few times Robin wore jeans they looked like they’d been shrink 
wrapped on her.  Now I love tight pants myself so I know just how 
difficult it can be to get them all the way up.  Typically it involves a 
process where I lay on my back on my bed while sucking in my stomach and 
pulling them up as hard as I could.  In Robin’s case I hadn’t a clue how 
she got into hers or what kept the seams from bursting once they were on.

Robin’s blouses were always a size (or two) too small and they were 
usually cut low enough to show off lots of her ample cleavage.  If not, 
she would leave enough buttons undone to accomplish the same effect.  
Usually she wore a bra but I think it was more to show off the bra than 
for any support it might offer.  All of them looked like they came 
straight from Victoria Secret.

Not only did Robin dress provocatively, she knew how to act the part as 
well.  She had this subtle way of crossing her legs and letting her skirt 
“accidentally” ride up practically to her ass, acting nonchalant yet 
knowing full well every boy in the room was staring at here - not to 
mention more than a few girls and some of the teachers.  Then she would 
switch legs and briefly flash a pair of sexy panties or a miniscule 
thong.  More than once I would have sworn she wasn’t wearing anything at 
all!

By virtue of our seating arrangement Robin and I were lab partners so we 
talked in class but outside of the classroom we never socialized.  She 
hung around with the “bad” crowd and never went to church so far as I 
knew.  I didn’t smoke or use drugs which also put us in different social 
circles.

In comparison I tried my best to be your typical “church girl” to the 
general population although I had a pretty solid reputation among the 
boys if which I was quite proud.  They knew, many from personal 
experience, that I was willing to suck just about any cock I could get my 
hands (and mouth) on.  It was a bit of a naughty reputation but one I was 
actually quite proud of and had worked hard to get!

I had no doubt that Robin knew all about me but we never discussed 
anything along those lines and since our social lives were so diverse it 
didn’t really matter anyway.  I think we pretty much had sex with 
different guys so we couldn't even compare notes.

So far as my school wardrobe went I liked to be a bit suggestive but in 
comparison to Robin I was a downright conservative catholic schoolgirl.  
For me, it was all part of my strategy where while I didn’t mind having a 
slutty reputation with the boys but at school I wanted to maintain a 
solid reputation.  Of course that’ didn’t mean away from school I didn’t 
have more fun with the way I dressed.  One of my favorite hobbies was 
teasing boys so when my younger cousin Kristi and I would go shopping at 
the mall, all bets were off.  

My standard school “uniform” was a tight pair of faded jeans with a 
cotton blouse or fleece.  On occasion when I was feeling particularly 
randy I wore a skirt but usually within a few inches of my knees and wore 
panties instead of a thong.

Once away from school I “lost” the panties whenever possible.  I 
especially enjoyed going to church in nothing but a light dress with 
nothing underneath – no hose, slip, bra or panties.  There was something 
about shaking hands with the minister after the service knowing I was 
completely exposed under the thin material of my dress that made me 
tingle every time.

Our chemistry teacher, Mr. Miller, was relatively new and this was only 
his second year as a full-time teacher.  He wasn’t married and really not 
all that much older than some of his older students.   Heck, I’d fucked 
guys twice his age! He wasn’t bad looking either and I have to admit I 
spent more than one chemistry class dreaming about being held up after 
class for some “personal” tutoring. 

It wasn't just me that was interested in him either.  Mr. Miller 
definitely had Robin’s attention and she made no effort whatsoever to 
hide the fact.  She was “available” and there was no way he couldn't have 
known it.  Robin had the advantage that everyone already knew she was a 
whore so she didn’t care that we all saw what she was doing.  Actually, I 
got a kick out of watching this little cat and mouse game between her and 
Mr. Miller where she was the naughty feline and he was the poor mouse 
being teased unmercifully by her.

Mr. Miller liked to lecture from the back of the room.  It was something 
he did in all of his classes but in our class he had the added 
entertainment of Robin who would flash her legs and boobs as far as she 
could get away with.  She was always going up to him when he was at his 
desk to ask a question, making sure she was leaning over as far as 
possible so he got a great view of her awesome breasts down her 
unbuttoned blouse. 

I had to hand it to Mr. Miller though, he dealt with everything Robin 
threw at him extremely well and always in a professional manner.  He 
never responded in any way to Robin’s treachery, not even when she got 
carried away and literally rubbed her breasts against his shoulder as she 
would lean from behind to show him something. 

Mr. Miller was no dummy and obviously knew the best way to deal with 
someone like Robin was to ignore her because it was his attention she 
really wanted.  I’m sure she wanted his attention AND his cock if she 
could have it.  I had it on pretty good authority that Robin had fucked 
several of the teachers in her high school career and there were even 
some rumors about her back in middle school.  

Academically she wasn’t the brightest bulb on the string yet somehow she 
made the honor roll every semester.  Robin may not have the highest SAT 
scores but that didn't mean she was dumb!  Sometimes “street smarts” can 
trump “book smarts”.


Chapter 2 – Class Pervert
=========================

The second semester had just started and once we were seated I thought 
that I heard someone messing around in the small lab room directly behind 
our classroom.

There was a door leading to it right behind the lab table where Robin and 
I sat with blinds that were always shut.  I’d taken a brief peek in there 
shortly after classes had started to quench my curiosity but since then 
I’d never ventured back into the room.  It was not much more than an 
oversize closet with some lab equipment and a sink. 

Today was the first sign I’d ever seen or heard that anyone ever used the 
mysterious back room.   The door opened briefly and Mark, the senior 
class nerd, stepped out and went to Mr. Miller’s office. 

Mark was so far ahead of everyone else that apparently he spent most of 
his time in self-study classes since he’d already aced all the regular 
classes in his junior year.  Mark was the perfect image of the school 
nerd; short and dorky looking, shy to the point of being afraid of girls, 
and always managed to dress funny without even trying.

It would’ve shocked me if he wasn't still a virgin as I’d never heard of 
anyone ever going out with him.  He was always quiet as a church mouse 
and after the first week or so I had forgotten all about him.  One day 
when we were getting ready for class, Robin looked at me and giggled a 
bit. 

“What’s so funny Robin?? I asked.  I looked down at my clothes and asked, 
“OK, did I spill something on my blouse?”

Robin giggled again and shook her head.  Then I noticed that her eyes 
were pointing to the rear lab room.  She leaned over and whispered to me, 
“Did you know that nerd Mark has been watching us from the lab room?  
I’ve noticed that the blinds move a little whenever I let my skirt ride 
up.” 

I looked at her with wide eyes and said, “You’ve got to be kidding! What 
do you think he’s doing?”

“Well,” Robin replied with a sly grin, “I think the little pervert’s 
jerking off while watching the two of us through the blinds.” 

Then she gave me a sly grin and asked, “So what do you say? Want to help 
me tease the stupid peeping Tom?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Robin gave me a truly wicked grin saying, “Just make sure you wear a 
short skirt tomorrow and follow my lead.” 

The class was about to begin so we had to be quiet.  Sitting there trying 
to pay attention to Mr. Miller, my mind kept wandering to what Robin had 
said.  I had to admit I was intrigued and during the rest of the class I 
felt more than a bit turned on as I dreamed up various possibilities.  It 
didn't hurt that Robin was going to be involved.  As much as I loved to 
tease boys, even I could probably learn some lessons from Robin.


Chapter 3 – Home With My Mom
============================

After school, I couldn't wait until my mom got home from work.  My mom 
was my closest friend and I shared everything with her.  Who taught me to 
masturbate?  My mom.  Who was the first person I told when I lost my 
virginity?  My mom.  Who got me on the pill immediately afterwards?  Do I 
need to say?  She loved to wait up for me when I was out on a date so I 
could tell her all about it – the more details the better.

It was like she was reliving her high school years through me but I 
didn't mind.  There are things I can’t tell even my closest girlfriends 
at school but with mom, nothing is off limits.  My mom had sex with her 
dad as well as with her sister so she was able to relate to my situation 
with my dad.  Of all the people I knew, my mother was one the most wise 
and moral of anyone and I trusted her advice and usually took her 
suggestions – and later wished I had those times when I didn't.

My dad was working late as usual so it was just me and mom for most of 
the evening.  She’d brought home supper which we shared while watching TV 
in the family room.  Both of us had changed out of our clothes and I was 
wearing one of my dad’s newest shirts while she had on a long nightshirt 
that fell well below her knees.

“You know, your dad’s gonna have a fit when he see that on you,” my mom 
teased me, “He’s only worn that shirt once.”

“I know, why do you think I picked it?” I replied and we both giggled, 
“Besides, I doubt he’ll complain TOO much.”

My mom just shook her head in mock resignation.  I knew she was just 
teasing me as after all, she was the one who mentioned my dad had some 
new shirts in the closet.  I loved wearing men’s shirts in the evening, 
even if I took them off when I went to bed.  They were loose and 
comfortable and sometimes I didn't even button them up, depending on my 
dad’s mood for the night.

After some small talk I turned to my mom and told her about Robin’s 
suggestion for me.  I told her about Mark and how Robin thought he’d been 
masturbating in school.

“In school?” my mom said incredulously, “I can’t believe anyone would be 
that stupid.  Maybe in the restroom but not in class.”

I explained to her how the lab room was isolated in the rear of the class 
and how the window was protected by the blinds.  Even so, I could tell 
from the look on her face that she still wasn’t buying it.  I had to 
admit, I’d never seen anything myself but why would Robin lie about 
something like that?

“Well, I’ve heard more than a few things about that girl,” my mom huffed, 
“It wouldn't surprise me that she just wanted to get you in trouble.  You 
know, I was told she was doing it with your old principal – right in his 
office!”

I just laughed.  Everyone in school had heard that one and while Robin 
would never confirm or deny it, it WAS true that he had resigned under 
some rather bizarre circumstances so who knows?

“Well, I don’t see what harm it could cause,” my mom said, finally giving 
in to me, “Just don’t do anything with your teacher – OK?”

I promised her and went over to her chair and gave her a kiss.  We hugged 
and for the rest of the evening we just watched TV while I did some 
homework.  My dad was really running late so I ended up going to bed 
before he got home so he never got to see me in his shirt.  Oh well, 
maybe the next night?

I slipped in bed and the sheets felt cold against my bare skin but 
quickly warmed up as the comforter captured my body heat.  I was tired 
but thoughts about the next day kept my mind churning and I felt a 
familiar twinge between my legs.  The more I thought about it, the more 
excited I was getting and it wasn't about teasing some poor boy. 

No, my thoughts were centered around someone else – Robin.  God she was 
so sexy and beautiful.  I would’ve given anything to have a body like 
hers!  Everything I had, she had just a little bit better.  Her dark hair 
was long and natural wavy while mine was to my shoulders and straight 
regardless of all attempts I’d made.  My boobs were slowly appearing but 
hers were right out of Playboy – full and firm with nipples that always 
seemed to be poking through her clothes.   My figure wasn't all that bad 
but she was classic with a perfect waist and hips.  Her legs belonged on 
a lingerie package while mine still thin and filling out.  Most times I 
was jealous of her but with the lights out and me laying nude on my bed, 
I imagined what it would be like to be with her.


Chapter 4 – Masturbating About Robin
====================================

Other than my mom and aunt, I’d never had sex with another woman.  Sure 
I’ve masturbated numerous times with my cousin and friends but we never 
touched each other when we did it. 

I couldn’t help but wonder what would it be like to touch Robin, to feel 
her perfect body pressed up against mine, her large boobs against my own 
and our pussies pressing up against one another. 

As thoughts of Robin’s sensational body filled my imagination, my hand 
moved between my legs and I raised my knees up and spread them apart as I 
began to touch myself while my other hand slowly caressed my boobs.  My 
finger ran tight little circles around my clit and I gasped when I pushed 
it inside of my wet pussy, drawing the lubrication up and out to wet my 
clit more.  God it felt so good to touch myself!

As all my friends will testify, I LOVE to masturbate and typically did it 
at least once or twice a day although more if I was particularly horny.  
It had nothing to do with whether or not I was getting laid – I just 
loved to do it.  Sometimes I would do myself after a guy fucked me and 
had fallen asleep or otherwise lost interest after coming.  It was more 
unusual for me NOT to do it in the morning than it was to do it.  Unless 
I had a desperate need to use the bathroom, I almost always masturbated 
before I even got out of bed.  Different people have different times when 
they are naturally horny.  For me, it’s right after I’ve woken up.  
Sometimes before I rub the sleep from my eyes I already have one hand 
between my legs!

It didn't take long for me to get myself worked up to the point of having 
an orgasm.  Usually when I cum I am dreaming of being fucked by somebody 
or sucking some incredible cock but in this case I imagined myself in a 
69 with Robin with me on top.  As my pussy burst with pleasure I dreamed 
of Robin’s tongue playing on my sensitive clit while my face was pressed 
between her incredibly soft thighs and my mouth over her well-fucked 
pussy.  As my pussy cum gushed from me, I dreamed of Robin licking it up 
like a cat at a bowl of milk and then she was cumming as well, drenching 
my face with her tasty cum.

Once my orgasm had died down I collapsed in bed and panted while I tried 
to catch my breath.  God, what could feel better than an orgasm?  Not 
even drugs could possibly make me feel this good although if it was 
anything like this, then I could sympathize with drug addicts as I was 
addicted to my orgasms as much as any heroin addict.  The best part was, 
masturbation was legal and I could do it anytime I wanted!


Chapter 5 – Sucking My Dad’s Dick
=================================

The next morning I woke up and after my typical masturbation session and 
washroom duties, I was back in my room debating what to wear.  I wasn't 
really sure what Robin had in mind and again I wondered if she was just 
pulling some practical joke on me.

Well, I finally decided that I had nothing to lose so I picked out one of 
my shorter skirts, one that my dad had bought me a little while back when 
we were out just having some fun.  I’d had never worn to school before 
because it was several inches shorter than the school dress code allowed 
and it wasn't like the dress code was all that conservative to start 
with. 

With a skirt this short, odds were that someone would be seeing 
underneath it more than once during the day so I decided to wear a 
relatively conservative white thong.  It wasn’t the sexiest I had and 
covered my ass more than most of my thongs did but it was still better 
than wearing panties. Going without anything underneath my skirt would’ve 
been a lot naughtier but I was out to have fun, not get suspended and 
sent home before homeroom was over!

Gathering my books and coat, I went downstairs where to my surprise, my 
dad was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey Dad!” I said with a note of surprise, “What are you doing here so 
late?”

My dad grinned and explained that my mom had told him all about my plans 
for the day.  “Well, you couldn't expect me to just go to work without 
seeing for myself what you chose to wear, could you?”  Then he looked me 
over and smiled when he saw my skirt.

“Hmmm, I remember buying you that one,” he said, licking his lips just a 
bit, “I ALSO remember what you did with it when we got home!”

I giggled at his comments and indeed, I remembered as well how I’d worn 
it just long enough to strip if off as he watched my every move.  My dad 
got up and gave me a big hug.  Then we kissed, our mouths open and 
tongues meeting as I felt his hands grab my butt through my skirt and 
then work their way underneath. He lifted up my skirt and ran his hands 
over my ass.  Then he felt my thong and stepped back to take a look for 
himself.

“You’re wearing THAT to school?” he said with a note of surprise as he 
lifted up my skirt enough to get a good view of my thong-coved butt.  “A 
little suggestive, don’t you think?”

“Oh daddy!” I said, trying to sound exasperated. 

“Seriously baby, you might want to reconsider,” he said tenderly, 
“Besides, a pair of white panties can be even more of a tease in the 
right time and place.”

He had a point and I considered for a moment what he said.  If there was 
one thing my dad knew, it was about teasing and seduction.  I learned a 
lot from being with him and although they may not have known it, many a 
guy owed the performance they received from me to my dad. 

I put my finger up before he could say anything else and raced up to my 
bedroom where I pulled off the thong and rummaged through my drawer to 
find some cotton panties.  I knew I had at least one pair in there 
somewhere and finally I found them.  They were like new – when was the 
last time I had worn panties period?  I quickly slipped them on and ran 
down the steps to returned to the kitchen. 

My dad was waiting rather impatiently and so I turned around to face away 
from him.  Keeping my legs straight, I leaned over until my fingers 
touched the floor, letting my skirt ride up for him to see my ass.

“Oh yeah, now THAT’S what I’m talking about!” my dad exclaimed.  “How 
many time do I have to tell you not to give away the whole package when 
you can tease them just with a preview.”

Straightening up and arranging my skirt, I turned back to face him.  
Well, if the bulge in his pants was any indication, this outfit did 
indeed turn him on more.  With a foxy smile I walked up to him and 
grabbed his crotch with my left hand.  I could feel his hardening cock 
through his slacks and he took in a sharp breath as I squeezed his dick 
in my hand through them.

“Ummmmm, don’t you need to get going to school?” he asked hoarsely.

I looked up at his face and saw the lust in his eyes.  There is something 
incredibly erotic about seeing your own father getting all worked up over 
you.  No matter what he might say, he wanted me now and I knew nothing 
would please him more than to give myself to him right then and there. 

It was true that I DID need to get going so there wasn't time for a full 
fucking but I could at least suck his cock.  After all, it wouldn't have 
been fair to turn him on this way and then just leave him with his 
erection and lust unfulfilled.  Indeed, wasn't it my duty as his daughter 
to take care of his needs, especially when it comes to his sexual 
desires?  Besides, the thought of going to school with the aftertaste of 
my dad’s cum in my mouth fresh in my mouth was too tempting to pass up.

“Here... let me take care of you daddy,” I whispered to him as I dropped 
to my knees.

“Oh yes baby,” my dad groaned, not even a playful hint of resistance 
remained as his natural desires and lust overcame him, “You know what I 
want Kelly.”

Oh indeed I did! I knew that few things pleased my father more than to 
have his only daughter suck his cock.  My mom tried to explain it to me 
when I first started doing it, to ensure that I understood that his lust 
for me was not JUST sexual.  She told me that he had wanted more children 
and that because she couldn't have more, I was all he had.  Being 
intimate with me was his way of showing me just how special I was to him. 

Even so, I knew there was more to it than she wanted to tell me, maybe 
more than she would even accept or believe.  I could see it in my dad’s 
eye, especially at times like this.  As I undid his pants I looked up 
into his eyes and saw it again, the intense lust, the passionate desire, 
the unrelenting sexual needs that seemed to consume him at times and 
could only be completely fulfilled by his daughter.

It thrilled me to know that my father needed me so badly.  Imagine how 
proud it made me to know that I was the only person in the world that he 
could turn to at times like this!

My heart was beating so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest.  
I pulled down his slacks and grabbed his boxer shorts by the elastic 
waist band and pulled them down as well, allowing his stiff cock to 
emerge in front of me.

I looked at it and I felt the most intense mixture of love and lust.  
Love because I knew that I was the one he was hard for because he loved 
me so much.   Lust because I also knew he was hard for me because I was a 
young teenage girl offering herself over to him totally and completely, 
without hesitation or regret.

“Watch me daddy,” I called up to him softly, “Watch me suck your cock.”

It wasn't necessary, he wouldn’t have missed watching me no matter what 
happened at this point.  Like, I think our pastor could’ve walked in the 
front door at this moment and my father wouldn't have cared.  I could see 
the distant look in his eyes, the way his tongue played on his dry lips, 
the way his fingers stroked gently through my hair.  He was my father and 
he was all mine.

Seeing his dick in front of me was exciting.  I reached out with my 
tongue and touched the tip of his cock, flickering it over it like a 
snake reaching out to sense its surroundings.  The scent of his crotch 
still smelled of the soap he’d washed it with just an hour earlier but 
the musk of his sex was beginning to emerge.

I held his cock by the base, his pubic hair peeking out through my 
fingers as my mouth surrounded his cock and I slowly took it in until 
about half of him was in my mouth.  My lips tightened around him and I 
began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Oh god Kelly, that feels so good,” my dad whispered hoarsely to me. He 
took my head in his strong hands and began to push and pull me into his 
crotch, setting the pace for my cocksucking.

“Deeper... go deeper,” he called out softly to me, “Take it all in your 
mouth.”

At the same time, he pulled my head more sharply into his groin, forcing 
his cock down into my throat.  I almost gagged the first time but I 
relaxed my throat and took him in.  He pulled me head even harder into 
his crotch, forcing every inch of his cock into my mouth and throat. Just 
as I was about to cry out for air, he pulled me by the hair away from him 
and I gasped loudly as I tried to catch my breath.

“Again,” he commanded me, “Take it again... ALL of it.”

He didn't wait for me to respond but instead forced his cock back into my 
mouth again.  He repeated this several times, pushing his cock into my 
throat and then allowing me to just catch my breath long enough before 
shoving it down me again.

“Now suck just the head and stroke me,” I barely heard him say.

I did as he said, taking just the head of his stiff cock into my mouth 
with my lips sealing just down on his smooth shaft under the lip of his 
head.  I started to stroke his cock with my right hand, sliding easily up 
and down his shaft which was still wet from having just been in my mouth.  
I just kept stroking him and stroking him, until finally my arm began to 
tire and so I switched hands.

I was beginning to think he was never going to cum when I heard him groan 
loudly.

“Don’t stop... oh god don’t stop now... I’m cumming!” he called out 
loudly.

Suddenly I felt his hairy crotch pressing into my face and then his cock 
shot out its first stream of incestual cum into my mouth.  I felt the 
warmth of it striking the back of my throat and beginning to fill my 
mouth.  He kept cumming and cumming as I tried valiantly to keep it all 
in my mouth but it was too much for me to hold.

I couldn’t swallow with his cock in my mouth so I loosened my lips enough 
to let it spill out and drip down my chin onto the floor below me.   
Finally he finished and I let his spent cock slip from my mouth.  It took 
several tries to swallow it all down and I knew it would be a while 
before the strong aftertaste cleared but that didn't matter – I loved it.  
Looking up at my dad, I saw he was smiling as he stroked my hair away 
from my face.

“Did you like that daddy?” I asked in a soft voice, “Did I make you 
happy?”

My dad lifted me up to my feet and looked into my eyes.  He smiled and 
kissed me on the cheek (he was never one for tasting his own cum).

“Oh Kelly... you are the most wonderful daughter any father could ever 
ask for,” he said in a low deep voice.

That was all he said but it was enough for me.  I’d pleased my dad and 
what more could I ask for?

I went to the kitchen to wipe off my chin and then came back to clean up 
the cum that had dripped to the floor.  Grabbing my school stuff, I gave 
my dad a peck on the cheek and said goodbye.

It was only a few blocks to school so wasn't long before I was walking 
down the halls, wondering if anyone had a clue as to why I was smiling so 
broadly so early in the morning.  The aftertaste of my dad’s cum was 
still strong in my mouth and it reminded me of how good it had made me 
feel when he came.  I wondered if he was thinking of me know as he was 
driving to work?  All in all, not a bad way to start out the day!


Chapter 6 – Robin Takes My Panties
==================================

Even though I wasn't exactly the most conservative dresser in school, 
this particular skirt was not part of my typical wardrobe and I loved the 
extra attention I was getting because of it.  A couple of the older 
female teachers gave me a second look and at one point I was sure that I 
was going to called into the principal’s office or something but 
thankfully nothing happened.  I guess they knew me well enough by now to 
know it was better to ignore me than to call even more attention to me.

Later, as I was walking down the crowded hallway heading towards 
chemistry class, Robin caught up with me from behind, grabbed my arm and 
pulled me over against the lockers.  Her flash was flushed and she seemed 
to be extremely excited about something.  She looked around and then 
whispered in my ear softly, “Nice skirt Kelly – can’t believe they’re 
letting you wear it.  Now hurry up and come into the girl’s room with 
me.”

She didn’t say anything else but just kept her grip on my upper arm and 
literally pulled me inside.  Once the door had closed I was surprised 
that we had the place all to ourselves.  It was almost time for the bell 
to ring again so I guess everyone was in class instead.   Robin stood 
back a couple of feet from me, looked me over and nodded in approval.

“Damn Kelly, you really look hot in that skirt! You know, you should wear 
that one more often.”

Before I could answer she just grinned circled around behind me saying, 
“There IS just one little bitty thing to do before class though...”

With that she reached under my skirt and before I could react, she’d 
pulled my panties down to my ankles.  My eyes widened and for a second I 
was too shocked to say anything.  Robin just laughed at my reaction.

“C’mon, lift your foot Kelly so I can get these off.  Hurry up before 
someone comes in!”

As you might imagine, I was taken by surprise and in my confusion I 
couldn’t help but do what she said so I lifted each foot and then she 
stood up with my panties dangling from one finger.

“Cute panties Kelly – your mom buy these for you or what? Don’t worry, 
wanna see mine?”

With that she lifted up her own skirt to reveal she was also not wearing 
anything whatsoever underneath!  I couldn't help but notice she was also 
completely shaved as well with a little rose tattoo right above her clit.  
I didn’t have time to make out what the writing was above it as she 
turned around to show off her ass.

“So tell me Kelly, you like my ass?” she said with a smirk, “I mean, you 
look at it so much in class I figured you wouldn’t mind a better view.”

My cheeks burned as I blushed while she quickly dropped her skirt back 
down and straightened it out.  Robin rolled her eyes and giggled again at 
me.  “Oh c’mon hun, gimme a break.  I’ve heard all about you so don’t 
pull that innocent schoolgirl crap with me.  Come on, let’s go have some 
fun in class.”

Thankfully she handed my panties to me and I stuffed them in my purse 
just in time as group of freshmen girls walked in.  Robin and I just 
looked at each other and I couldn't help but giggle nervously.  Even 
though I often went without panties to school, I’d never done it while 
wearing a skirt this short and I felt incredibly self-conscious as we 
walked down the hall to the classroom.  I could feel my bare ass rubbing 
against the fabric of my short skirt and knew it wouldn’t take much 
bending over for someone to see that it was all I had on.

Remembering Robin’s earlier comment, I was indeed more than a little 
surprised that neither of us hadn’t been sent home today for wearing such 
revealing outfits.  Well, maybe not so surprised about Robin.  Most of us 
figured she had to be screwing the half the school board to get away with 
some of her antics.

As we entered the classroom, Mark pushed his way by us and disappeared 
quickly into his little room.  Even as abrupt as he had been, I knew he 
had to have seen our outfits and I had this premonition that he’d be 
keeping even a closer eye on the two us today.


Chapter 7 – Masturbating in Class
=================================

As luck would have it, Mr. Miller announced he would be showing us a 
really boring film.   Actually he didn’t say it was boring but those were 
the only type you see in science classes.  “Boring science class movie” – 
sort of redundant when you think about it.  He turned off the lights and 
the room was dark with the only light coming from the projector located 
in the middle of the room plus whatever made its way past the window 
blinds.

My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting and it was enough such that 
I was able to make out everyone in the room although not enough that I 
could’ve read anything.  Mr. Miller took a his usual seat at his desk at 
the front of the room, leaving Robin and me to ourselves in the back of 
the room.

No sooner had the movie started than Robin turned towards me and shifted 
on her stool slightly, just enough to pull her short skirt up high on her 
thighs.  I figured she hadn’t gotten me to take my panties off just to 
watch her tease, so with a hint of a smile on my face, I did the same.  I 
crossed over my left leg so she would be able to a full view of my upper 
thigh as my skirt hiked its way upward.

Normally I would’ve tugged it down but in this case I shifted my weight 
which just made it ride up even higher until I was literally sitting 
bare-ass on the stool.  Robin smiled naughtily and turned directly 
towards me.  Uncrossing her legs, she spread them apart just enough for 
me to see her crotch. 

My eyes were now fully adjusted to the light, enough such that I could 
just make out the slit between her legs and I felt my own pussy starting 
to react.  Not to be outdone, I did the same with my legs so now both of 
us had our eyes on the other's crotch.  From that point on, I don’t think 
either of us looked at the movie again!

Robin’s eyes motioned to the back door and I glanced out the corner of my 
eye to see what she was trying to point out.  Sure enough, there was a 
slight opening in the blinds and I could have sworn I saw someone peeking 
between them. 

Hmmmmmm, so Mark was indeed watching us... well that just made the game 
all the more fun! I wondered if Robin was right about Mark.  Did he 
really jerk off behind the door while he watched us?  Was he doing it 
now?

I felt myself getting wetter as I imagined him with his pants unzipped 
and his stiff cock sticking out, stroking it with one hand while he 
pushed aside the blinds just enough to witness Robin and me teasing each 
other.  Hopefully he was watching as I love it when a boy jerks off for 
me, knowing he’s all hard and horny because of me.  Seeing a guy cum all 
over his hand as he fantasizes about fucking me has got to be one of the 
most erotic things a guy can do for me.

I wondered if Mark was going to cum soon, spilling his warm cum over his 
hand as he imagined himself being with Robin and me, the two of us 
sucking and fucking him like he always dreamed of but had never 
experienced.

With these opening moves it was apparent that Robin and I now had a 
little game of dare going on between us.  From the beginning I should 
have known that I didn't have a chance in one-upping her but even so, I 
would’ve still tried.

Robin placed one hand between her legs and started rubbing her bare 
pussy.  Once again I took the dare and now both of us were rubbing our 
pussies.

Before she could do more, I decided to go one up on Robin and so I 
slipped my middle finger up into my pussy.  It went in easily as I was 
soaking wet by now and it caused me to shudder slightly, forcing me to 
stifle what was almost an audible gasp.  I quickly looked around to see 
if anyone had heard anything, not sure if I’d actually done anything or 
not. 

Oh well, I must now have as everyone was watching the film, everyone but 
Robin that is.  I think I even took Robin a bit by surprise; she probably 
figured she would be the leader in this little game.  Not to be outdone, 
Robin slipped two fingers inside her slutty pussy and then started 
fucking herself with them slowly.

God she looked so hot! This was crazy... I couldn't believe we were doing 
this in class!

The film was suppose to last twenty minutes or so and by the clock that 
meant it was about half over so there wasn't a whole lot of time left.  
Robin gave me a demure smile which I took as a warning that something 
else was coming.  Sure enough, she pushed her fingers as far as she could 
into her pussy, left them in for a few seconds, then pulled them out and 
put them in her mouth to taste her pussy juices.  My eyes widened but I 
wasn't ready to cry uncle yet.

I repeated her moves and both of us grinned at each other, knowing we 
were being really naughty yet totally thrilled by the experience.

The game continued as I rubbed my clit faster and faster while Robin 
doing the same.  Once again, I couldn’t believe we were actually doing 
this!! On one hand I was a little scared that someone was going to catch 
us yet at the same time I had this incredibly voyeuristic thrill I get 
whenever I’m doing something naughty in public.  The difference was this 
was the first time I’d ever done anything this blatant in class.  

I’d rubbed myself a little before in class but never actually masturbated 
like this.  The combination of sensual sensations and erotic feelings was 
driving me to what I knew was going to be a great orgasm and I wasn’t 
about to stop for anything at this point.  Hell, I was so horny I think 
the projector could’ve stopped and the lights come to give everyone a 
view and I STILL wouldn’t have stopped.  There was no way I could be this 
close to an orgasm and not get there!

I felt my face flush and my pussy began to drip cum onto my stool as I 
closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure overwhelm me.   It took 
every bit of willpower not to gasp or cry out when what felt like a jolt 
of electricity shocked my entire body as my orgasm came to its climax.  I 
pushed my fingers deep into my pussy, dreaming they were a fat cock that 
was swelling in me as it started to shoot its load of sperm deep inside 
my welcoming pussy.   In the back of my mind I realized I where I was yet 
instead of dampening my climax it just made it rise even higher.  My god, 
I was climaxing right in the middle of chemistry class!

Slowly the burning sensations died down and the tingling in my pussy 
faded away.  I opened my eyes to see Robin staring at me, her mouth still 
open slightly after watching me cum.  Her eyes were like saucers and when 
she saw me looking at her a huge grin came to her face.  She was licking 
her lips and I had a feeling that if we had been alone things would have 
been getting pretty interesting about now.

I let out a deep breath and put my fingers in my mouth, savoring the 
flavor of my cum.  God it tasted so good! As much as I enjoyed male cum, 
nothing beat the taste of a pussy – especially my own.

The movie was almost over so we straightened ourselves up and adjusted 
our skirts.  By the time the lights had come back on we just sat there 
looking all cute and innocent as if nothing had happened.

Mr. Miller was eyeing us with this questioning look and I wondered if he 
suspected anything.  I don’t see how he could have from the front of the 
room yet at the same time I could feel the flushness that was still in my 
face so he had to be wondering what had caused that.   Combined with our 
outfits was he putting two and two together? If so, he never said a word 
and the rest of the class went on as normal although my pussy was so 
sensitive I had to keep my legs crossed to keep it happy.


Chapter 8 – After Class
=======================

When the class was over we hung around until Mark came out.  Robin winked 
at him and I gave him a sexy smile.  Mark blushed instantly before he 
could look away.  He had such a guilty look on his face we knew he must 
have been watching us.  He hurried out of the room but Robin went back 
into Mark’s private little lab room.  I followed her wondering what she 
as going to do.  When I entered she was looking though the trash can.

“What in the world are you looking for?” I asked.

‘I know it’s in here,” Robin replied as she rummaged through the paper.   
Suddenly she grabbed something and cried out, “Ah ha! I knew it!”

I looked at what she was holding – it was just a wadded up piece of paper 
towel from the dispenser next to the sink. 

“What in the world are you talking about Robin?” I asked, totally 
mystified.

Robin sniffed the paper towel and handed it to me.  Immediately I could 
see it was stained with a creamy, faintly yellow substance and when I 
smelled it I knew exactly what it was.  After all, I’d smelled and tasted 
it dozens of times in the past, not to mention just this morning.  
Someone had recently cum in the paper towel and I knew it could’ve been 
only one person – Mark.  We both looked at each other and broke out 
laughing.

“Oh my god Kelly,” Robin exclaimed, “Well, I don’t blame the little 
pervert for jerking off.  Even I couldn’t believe the show you were 
putting on!  Damn girl, I never dreamed you would get so carried away you 
little slut!”

Coming from Robin, that was quite a compliment so I just smiled and 
looked behind us.  The classroom had emptied and nobody was in sight.  I 
reached up to her and planted a kiss on her mouth.  She never hesitated, 
responding back to me with a passion and lust that confirmed what I’d 
suspected earlier.

We held it for a few seconds and then released, smiling at each other as 
we both seemed to be a bit surprised at ourselves.  Robin gave me a wink 
saying, “You know Kelly, you’re one hot little bitch.  You wouldn't be 
interested in getting together sometime, would you?”

From the sly look on her face and the way she teasingly licked her lips, 
I knew she wasn't interested in just chatting! I’d never done anything 
with another girl and so I panicked just a bit.

“Ummmmm... thanks Robin and I appreciate it but no thanks.  So... are you 
going to the restroom to put on your panties?” I asked, looking to change 
the subject

Robin laughed saying, “Not today, why do you think I only pick classes 
with male teachers?  Besides, you’ve got me so horny now I’m going to 
have to take it out on a few of the poor guys today or I may just burst!”

We left the classroom and went our separate ways.  I decided the hell 
with it, why not leave my panties off?  To make sure I didn’t chicken out 
I dumped them into a waste can along the way.  My heart skipped a beat as 
I thought about what would happen if someone saw my bare ass but just the 
same I felt that familiar twinge in my pussy I get whenever I’m doing 
something naughty.

It had been a lot of fun and even though I doubted we would ever do such 
a thing again, I would never look at chemistry class the same way again!

I doubted that Mark would either!

THE END