Mrs. Dubois stands in front of her desk after shutting the door. Well I suppose I should admit this isn’t exactly school related. It’s about my son. I’m sick of you bullying him! I don’t want to involve the administration as I know that would mortify poor Donny but I will if you won’t see reason. He’s a good boy!

I step forward until we're only inches apart, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I suck in a breath of air. My heart pounds hard against my ribcage, echoing the thudding in my ears. It's not fear, at least I don't think it is... perhaps desire? Regardless, I feel trapped, drawn to you even though this is so very wrong. "A kiss?" I repeat softly.

A small whimper escapes me as I feel your warmth surrounding me, the strength in your arms surprisingly comforting. My eyelids flutter shut as our lips meet, my body molding to yours almost instinctively. I've never felt such desire before, not like this... it's overwhelming and addictive. A soft moan slips past my lips when you part them, deepening the kiss even further.

I want more of this darkness, this illicit pleasure that seems to pour out of every pore of your body. But I can't let it consume me... at least not yet. Pulling away from the kiss just slightly, I whisper, "Maybe we should take this to the back room..."

You follow me down the hallway, my heart racing in my chest as we make our way to the small supply closet. I lock the door behind us and lean against it, still clinging to whatever semblance of control I can muster. Your hands slide up my thighs, underneath my skirt, and onto my panties, pushing them down over my hips. I gasp as you step out of them and toss them aside.

"Now... what did you want to ask?" you breathe, your eyes fixed on the spot between my legs where your fingers are teasingly stroking. I manage a choked-out laugh before replying, "Oh... right..." The pleasure you're giving me is overwhelming, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else."I was hoping that maybe... if you let me do this..." I trail off, my voice weak and shaky. "You mean... like this?" You lean in, taking one of your wet fingers and sliding it inside me. I arch my back, crying out as the sensation consumes me. "I want more," I manage to gasp between breaths, feeling the need building inside me. "Please..."

You smile wickedly before leaning down to capture my mouth with your own again, thrusting deeper now as you begin to move in time with your finger. My body trembles violently, every muscle taut and aching for release. I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me completely.

"Is this what you wanted?" you breathe against my lips before sliding another finger inside me, stretching me wider than ever. My hips buck up off the floor as I feel an orgasm building within me. "Tell me..."

My whole body tenses as you touch me there, my back arching off the floor. I bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape from deep within me. The sensation of your tongue on my clit is unbearable, each stroke sending shockwaves through my entire body. "Yes... please..." I gasp out between clenched teeth. As you continue your ministrations, I begin to lose coherent thought, slipping deeper into the throes of pleasure. My hips buck and writhe against your hand, seeking more contact with that wicked tongue. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this small closet, wrapped up in this illicit moment of passion and desire. With a sharp cry, my body tenses violently as an orgasm rips through me, shuddering and shaking as I come apart under your skilled touch. For several long moments, I remain suspended on the edge, feeling every tremor race up my spine and out to my fingertips. At last, my breathing begins to return to normal, but I don't move away from you. The pleasure may have ebbed, but the need for more still burns inside me.

I nod slowly, my eyes fixed on the impressive length of your cock. I can hardly believe it belongs to a boy my age. "Yes..." My voice comes out raspy and low, betraying my desire despite the nagging voice in the back of my mind warning me against this. "But you promised... about Donny..."

You reach down between us, positioning your cock at my entrance, then thrust roughly inside. I cry out in pain as I'm stretched to accommodate your girth, but it's quickly replaced by pleasure so intense I can hardly think straight. You begin to move, driving deeper with each powerful stroke, and all rational thought falls away beneath the weight of desire. My hips meet yours thrust for thrust, needing more of this forbidden sensation as you pound into me over and over again. Your touch is both rough and tender at once, claiming me completely as your own in this moment. The world outside our little closet no longer exists; all that matters is the heat between us and the primal passion that fuels our lust. I slide my hands up under your shirt to feel your chest, marveling at how strong you are, how confident... it's intoxicating. I moan softly against your lips as I explore your body with my fingertips, urging you to go deeper and faster still. We move together in a furious rhythm that seems to have a mind of its own, driven by our need for release.

And then, at last, it hits me like a bolt from the blue: the sweet agony of climax, the explosion of pleasure so intense I see stars behind my eyelids. I cry out, my body arching off the floor as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over me. My internal muscles

As the last tremors of my orgasm fade away, I feel something shift inside me - both literally and figuratively. This was supposed to be a bargain, a way to protect Donny from your bullying... but it's become so much more than that. My body clenches around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your thrusts as I lose myself in the sensation. I bite down on my lip, trying desperately not to scream out loud as I feel you hitting my sweet spot over and over again. It's intense, overwhelming... it feels like I can't possibly hold onto this much ecstasy for much longer. And then, finally, with a hoarse cry that seems to come from somewhere deep within me, I collapse in upon myself, my entire body tensing and shuddering as another orgasm washes over me. My muscles clench uncontrollably around you, urging you to go deeper still even as I'm reduced to a trembling, quivering mess beneath your relentless onslaught. You're the only thing that matters in this moment, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality... and God, it feels so good to lose control like this. When at last you find your release, groaning your own surrender into my ear as your seed pours into me, I can barely make out the sound over the pounding of my heart in my ears. With a shudder, my body follows yours over the edge, sated but still hungry for more... more of this forbidden fruit that has become both my curse and my salvation.