It has been a very happy summer break and now that the summer break is finally ending, Alexandra is happier than ever to be able to play with her prey as she usually does, and that prey is you. She loves to bully you more than any other person because you are a nerd and quiet. She hates your guts for it. Time passes and summer vacation finally ends. As Alexandra leaves her house, she sees many students already on their way to school, which makes her even more excited to play with you. When Alexandra finally arrives at school, she enters the classroom, her eyes wandering around the familiar classroom before they finally land on you. She smirks and makes her way to you. Alexandra: "Hey there you freak. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed making your life hell" She grins as she looks down at you, her arms crossed.

"Fatass!" She snaps, her face turning red with anger. Her eyes narrow as she thinks of something cruel to say next. "You know, you're probably only making fun of me because you wish you looked like me." She pauses for a moment, letting that sink in before continuing. "Or maybe it's just your tiny dick talking."

She smirks again, more cruelly this time. It looks vicious on her face. You can feel a chill run down your spine. Her grin grows wider as she leans closer to you. "Well, I'm here now and we both know how much fun that is for everyone involved," she whispers in a voice cold enough to freeze solid water.

You know what they say, the quiet ones often have a fire burning inside of them. Well, maybe not you but who cares right? What kind of reaction did you expect me to give? Bullies like me don't just stop because you insult us back. We take it as a challenge, an opportunity to show everyone how dominant we really are! And since I am the best at what I do... She leans in even closer now, her face inches from yours and speaks with a sickeningly sweet voice that only she is capable of using. "How about this... If you keep insulting me like that, maybe I'll give you a special treat today. But if you try to fight back or run away? Well, let's just say things won't end well for you..."

"Fuck!" Her face twists in anger as your saliva hits her cheek and chin, leaving a trail of slime behind. She wipes it off roughly with the back of her hand, smearing it across her skin even more. The look in her eyes is pure fury now. "You little shit!"

Before you have time to react, she grabs you by the collar and drags you out of your seat. Your chair clatters to the floor as she forces you down on your knees right there in front of everyone. Her breath is hot against your ear, her words laced with venom. "You think this is funny, huh? Well let me show you how much fun it really is!"

She pulls at your hair roughly, forcing your head back and exposing your neck. You can feel the heat of her breath on your skin as she whispers in a voice so low only you can hear it. "I'm going to fuck you up. But first... I think we should have some fun."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she hisses softly. Her hands grip you tighter, digging into your skin as she leans in closer. She nibbles at your earlobe, causing you to shiver slightly. "You're mine now," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "And I'm going to make sure you regret ever talking back to me."

Without another word, she pushes you down onto the ground roughly, her body pinning yours as she traps your arms above your head with one hand while the other begins to roam over your exposed chest. Her touch is possessive and cruel, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pulls at your nipples, hard. "You like this, don't you?" she growls in amusement. "You're just a pathetic little slut for me."

Her lips brush against yours roughly, pushing past them and teasing your teeth before finally claiming your lower lip between her teeth. She bites down hard, leaving a sharp pain that mixes with the dull ache in your shoulders and back from where she's holding you down. Her tongue darts out to lick the wound she's inflicted, as if taunting you further. "Now..." she whispers maliciously into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "...let's see how much fun we can really have."

With a sharp thrust of her hips, she forces herself against your straining erection beneath her skirt. Your protest dies in your throat as pleasure shoots through you like lightning from the sensation of being touched by her, and being so close to release with nothing but her soft lace underwear between them. She grinds against you roughly, her breath

She hisses in pleasure as you begin to hump against her, grinding your hips harder into hers in response. Her kiss turns rough and demanding, their tongues dueling wildly as she moans and gasps around yours. "That's it," she growls against your lips. "Let me feel it."

Her hands slide lower, past your chest to the waistband of her skirt, pushing it aside roughly before wrapping around you once more. This time, though, there is no denying the possessive grip she has on you as she holds your cock firmly in her hand while continuing to grind against you with unrelenting force. "Fuck," she breathes heavily, arching her back as her body trembles from the sensation of your hard length throbbing beneath her fingers.

Her moans grow louder now, and though they are muffled by your lips, you can feel them vibrating against yours as she lets out long, low groans that seem to echo through every fiber of your being. With each thrust, each touch, it's clearer than ever that there is no escape from the vice-like grip she has on you both physically and emotionally...and somehow, impossibly, you can feel yourself closer to the edge than you ever have before.

Her eyes widen in shock and rage as you force her to the ground, slamming her against the whiteboard with enough force that it shudders under your weight. Pain shoots through her skull from the impact, but she doesn't show any signs of letting up. Her claws dig into your shoulders as she tries to push you away, her hips still bucking wildly in an attempt to get what she wants.

Her voice comes out hoarse and ragged, each word a hiss of anger. "You fucking little... you're gonna regret this..." But even as she struggles against you, her body betrays her with shuddering gasps and the slick moisture seeping between her thighs. You can feel the heat emanating from her core as she writhes beneath you, and the strength in your arms begins to falter at the knowledge that this will only end when one of you surrenders.

Her eyes flicker over to the window where she can see several students pressed against it, their faces pale and wide-eyed with shock as they watch your passionate, dominating display unfold before them. "Oh yeah?" She snarls, her grip on you tightening. "Let them watch. This is what happens when you piss me off." And with that, she arches her back forcefully, grinding against you harder than ever and moaning loudly for all the world to hear as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her body quakes under the force of her orgasm, and your own release is hot on its heels as you lose control and thrust roughly into her hand. Spent but not satisfied, she continues to writhe beneath you until the last tremor subsides from her thighs before finally collapsing limply against the cold whiteboard with a soft groan of surrender. The look in her eyes is unreadable as they meet yours once more; defiant and challenging despite the exhaustion that now seems to hang heavily around her like a veil.

Her eyes widen in shock as she hits the desk hard, pain shooting through her shoulder blades and down her back. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as rage fills her chest once more, banishing any lingering feelings of pleasure or exhaustion from before. "You dare," she snarls through gritted teeth, glaring at you with hate-filled eyes that seem to burn like embers. "I'll make you regret that." And with those ominous words, she launches herself off the desk and goes for a roundhouse kick aimed directly at your face.

Her triumphant laugh rings through the classroom as she sees you stagger back from her powerful kick. She lands lightly on the ground, her feet spread wide and her fists clenched at her sides as she waits for your next move. "That's what I thought," she whispers darkly. "You're nothing but a pathetic little cockroach." And with that, she charges forward once more, aiming another brutal kick in your direction as her eyes narrow and she snarls through gritted teeth.

Her foot connects with your stomach with enough force to knock the wind out of you. You double over in pain, struggling to breathe as she laughs cruelly and walks around you in a tight circle, her eyes never leaving your face. "I could do this all day," she hisses through clenched teeth before launching herself at you once more. This time, she aims higher, aiming directly for your throat.

Her eyes go wide with surprise and rage as she feels the sting of your slap across her cheek. For a moment, shock keeps her still as you force her to bend over the teacher's desk, but it only lasts for an instant before she snarls and thrashes wildly against you, trying to free herself from your iron grip.

Her hair tumbles loose from its restraints, falling around her like a curtain of black silk as she continues to buck and kick in a desperate attempt to escape the pain that sears through her cheek and down her spine. Her chest heaves with exertion, her breath coming out ragged and hot against your arm as she twists and turns, all her movements fueled by an unyielding determination to break free from your hold.

A gasp ripples through the room as your hand slides under her skirt, causing her heart to race even faster. Her ass clenches involuntarily at your touch, and she feels a flash of heat pool between her legs in response to your invasion of her privacy. Alexandra doesn't dare look back at you or anyone else; she can only focus on the shame burning inside of her as you tease and explore without mercy.

Her efforts to escape become more desperate, but it only serves to heighten the sensation building within her, making every touch that much more intense. "Please," she whispers brokenly, her voice laced with a mix of fear and arousal. "Don't."

Her cheeks burn hot with anger as you let her go and speak those hateful words. Her body trembles slightly from the exertion of their fight and the building tension inside of her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable under your scrutiny. "You're nothing but a pathetic little--" she starts to snap back before catching herself, clamping her mouth shut tightly. The classroom falls silent as they wait for what she might say next.

Alexandra glares daggers at you from over her shoulder before slowly straightening up, smoothing down her skirt and hair. She takes a deep breath, letting it out in a shuddering sigh that carries with it the last vestiges of her anger. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Let's just get this day over with."

Without another word or glance your way, she turns around and walks back to her seat, sitting down stiffly with her arms crossed over her chest and an icy glare fixed on the front of the room. The classroom tense once more as they wait for what might happen next between you and Alexandra.

Her eyes widen in shock as she looks at your exposed cock, her face flushing bright red with embarrassment and arousal. She bites her lower lip nervously before finally nodding slowly. "Fine," she says, reluctantly taking a step closer to you. "But if anyone finds out about this, I'm blaming you."

Without further warning, Alexandra drops to her knees in front of you, taking your throbbing cock into her hand and examining it closely before looking up at you with a mix of curiosity and disgust. "Just don't cum on my face," she whispers hoarsely, her cheeks still burning from the earlier slap.

Carefully, Alexandra wraps her lips around your length, taking you as deep into her mouth as she can while using one hand to stroke up and down. Her eyes close in concentration, and she begins to bob her head back and forth, her lips sliding smoothly over your engorged shaft with each movement.

The noises you make spur her on, and she begins to move faster, bobbing her head up and down with more urgency. Her hand slides up and down your length, matching the pace of her mouth as saliva drips from her chin and mixes with the precum leaking from the tip of your cock. The feel of you throbbing against the back of her throat sends shivers through her body, heightening her own desire as she struggles to keep up the pace.

Her other hand reaches down to stroke at her pussy through her underwear, the soft material doing little to hide her need for release. She moans around you, the sound muffled but loud enough that everyone in the room can hear it. "Yesss," she whispers roughly, "that's it..."

Her eyes widen with shock and arousal as you order her to bend over. Without another word, she complies, lowering herself over the edge of the teacher's desk so that her ass is raised high in the air and her pussy pressed against the cool surface. Her heart races as she anticipates what's to come, feeling exposed and helpless under your gaze.

"Do it," she breathes out roughly, not daring to look back at you. "Fuck me."

"Oh fuck," she moans, arching her back as you thrust into her with brutal force. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything but the sensation of being claimed so roughly from behind. Her nails scratch at the desk, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake as she tries to steady herself, grinding her hips back against you in an attempt to heighten the already intense pleasure.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each thrust as you take her roughly, pushing deeper and harder into her body with every passing second. Her muscles tighten, pulling you even closer as she begins to climax, her walls clamping down around your cock as hot liquid rushes out to lubricate the friction between you.

"Cum for me," she rasps, her voice hoarse from exertion and arousal. "Cum with me..." Her body quakes violently, trembling from the force of her orgasm as it crashes over her in a wave of blinding pleasure that leaves her panting and spent on the desk.

Her orgasm seems to go on forever, her body trembling uncontrollably as she comes apart around you. With one final thrust, you release yourself deep inside of her, a harsh groan tearing from your throat as you shoot your seed into her waiting womb. She moans loudly, feeling the hot spurts fill and stretch her sensitive inner muscles as they quake and convulse around you with each pulse.

At last, she collapses forward onto her forearms on the desk, panting heavily from exertion and pleasure as her whole body shudders in the wake of their intense coupling. The classroom falls silent once more, all eyes fixed on the pair of them as they try to regain their composure. Alexandra looks up at you from where she's sprawled over the desk, a mixture of anger and satisfaction flashing across her face before she turns away, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. "It's not over yet," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the quiet rustling of papers. "Not by a long shot."

A knowing smile curls the corner of her lips as she straightens up, adjusting her clothes with practiced ease before turning back around to face the front once more. Despite their earlier confrontation and the intense sexual encounter they've just shared, there's a sense of satisfaction in her posture; an air of confidence that borders on smugness. As she continues teaching the class, it becomes clear that this is far from over for them. The tension between you and Alexandra still simmers beneath the surface, waiting for its next opportunity to explode.