These Classrooms Talk

XXXIII

He positions his arms under my thighs, steadying me. I feel the fabric of his boxers tighten against my bare vagina.
"Let's do this," he says, "let's fuck."
I struggle against his firm grasp.
He walks me over to the couch previously studied. His breath is gruff and uneasy in my ear.
I lie down, unable to move. Unable to breathe.
Something happened. I'm grasping at it. I feel as if it's on the tip of my tongue but I've yet to make a scratch on the surface.
The minute I uncover the reality of the flashbacks is the minute I'll stop.
I feel him. He touches his tip to my entrance.
"Stop!" I ask, "stop."
He doesn't hear. Or, he doesn't listen.
I try to push my hand at him but instead I hit metal. My vision is blurry and I feel dizzy.
"Shut up," he commands.
His voice sounds funny and I laugh. Darth Vader? Ha!
"Yeah, that's it, babe," he says, "let me pound you."
"No!" I say, reclaiming my senses, "get off!"
I feel a cold hard hand across my face. Blood rushes to my cheeks. Did I just get slapped?
"FUCK UP!" He shouts.
"HRELP!" I try to shout but all that comes out is an estranged gargle.
"What?" He asks.
"HELP!" I shout. "HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Another slap. I'm rolled onto my back and his hand covers my mouth.
"Mmmf!" I try.
"Kendall?"
"What?" I ask.
"Are you ready?" He has me on my back on the bed, his hips grind against mine.
"Take off your boxers," I command. He does, his dick springing out. I barely see it as it slides straigh tin.
It hurts.
I try to scream but his hand is forcing my silence.
He kicks his boxers off his legs. His dick is shrouded in curled pubic hair.
He leans down and kisses me.
I feel his lips against my neck. Something hard touches my bottom.
Oh, no.
He's going to fuck me.
Yearning for me he slides his tongue in. One hand massages my breast as the other positions his erection at my girlhood.
I sceam. My eyes well with tears. One slips out and slides down my cheek onto his hand. His dick grows.
Furor slides in. I laugh, to keep him happy.
He rests his head on my breasts as he grinds in and out.
He breaches me. Again and again. I cry out.
"Stop!"
His hand slides away.
"You'll like this dick," he whispers, "you'll like it."
His dick pulses inside me and I shout.
"Yeah daddy," I say, "pound my naughty pussy."
My walls don't obey my rebelliance. They pulse around his dick, pleasuring him.
"Get the fuck off me!" I shout.
Everytime I protest he grows harder and harder
"Get the FUCK off me!" I shout.
Furor looks down.
"What?" He asks, "I told you I'm not a fan of kinky shit."
"No, I know," I cover, "I just...I wanna be on top. I wanna ride my daddy and give him a good time."
"Good girl," the teacher replies.
His dick pulses as his thrusts become sloppy.
"Get out!" I shout.
I feel a drop of his cream. Then another one.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I shout.
"Ssh, baby doll," he says, but he does as I ask.
He leaves a thin line of climax on my ass and back.
I can feel it.
I can feel it. Furor's dick is so big- so good.
But these flashbacks...
He grinds me.
"Kiss me," he says.
I lock my lips to his and slide my tongue straight in. We pash, mixing like hot chocolate and hot milk.
His lips feel perfect against mine, his body another limb joined to me. His hair chest and stomach neaten down to a thick bush of pubic hair, banging and brushing against me.
The flashbacks don't come.
That's strange.
"Slap me," I say, remembering violence can bring back traumtic memories.
"What?" Furor asks, his thrusts stopping.
"Slap me," I command.
Kyle does so, raising a hand and bringing it down hard on my face.
"Hurt me, daddy," I say.
"I'm not into those kinks," Kyle says.
"No, I mean it, daddy," I say. I bite my lip, "hurt me."
He raises another hand as he continues his thrusts.
He rolls me onto my stomach and brings his lips to mine. I feel his tongue at my closed mouth. He wants to slide it in.
Hesitantly, I open my mouth.
He licks the roof of my mouth and I bite down.
"Fuck," Kyle says, "I'm close."
"Me, too," I lie.
Fuck.
"GET OFF ME!" I'm dazed and confused, unsure why I am this way.
I manage my eyes open, but am not greeted to my assaulters face, rather, a row of metal doors.
Lockers?
"FUCK KENDALL!" Kyle shouts.
His dick pulses inside me.
"It feels so good, daddy," I say. Unintentially, I feel my walls tremble? Am I turned on by Furor's dick or the flashbacks? Am I a dirty, sinful woman? Wait- am I yet a woman?
"Want me to pull out?" He asks.
Do I? He didn't pull out in my flashbacks, whomever he is.
"No," I say, "I need to feel you, your juices, inside me."
"You sure," he asks.
"Cum in me, daddy," I say.
This statement pushes him over the edge. His hot cream flows out the tip, fulling me.
He pulls out.
"Suck," he commands, sitting down on the couch next to me.
I slide onto the floor and hoist up onto my knees inbetween his hairy thighs.
His dick is big. I didn't think about that.
I lick the underside of his shaft, managing to swallow semen and that sweet, manly sweat.
I force my mouth the whole way down.
I suck up all his ejaculate.
He grabs under my armpits and pulls me onto his nude lap.
He kisses me.
I like it.
I like him.
But one question remains.
Who fucked me?