She made her way with deliberate slowness down the hall to her locker and stored all her books and supplies there. Then she followed the classroom numbers until she reached the back part of the building, where she found the one she was looking for. He started to come immediately…and loudly.
She raised her voice over his, and said, “Look at me!”
She saw his eyes open, then widen in awe as she positioned herself so that his come spurted directly onto her face, the droplets landing on her forehead, eyes and nose, and running slowly down over her mouth and chin to drip onto the floor. She held herself still, continuing to look into his eyes even when the dribbling semen made her blink. “Now, show the whole class exactly what you were doing.”
The whole what?
Then she understood.
She whirled around to face him. “Oh please, no, Mr. Peters’ as if to beg one more time to be let off, but was stopped by his glare and a pointed forefinger, indicating that she was to go on.
She faced the classroom again, and slowly raised her skirt up to her waist.
