SAVED BY THE GONG

I gave Celine a smirk so she could see who's boss, and she looked at me like she wanted to strangle me.

I knew that my insinuating that she was wanting my attention across the room would embarrass her.

The table became my personal hiding place, although my dick showed how much Celine attracted me, I used my face to demonstrate the opposite, I don't want to let her think she has some power over me.

She looked a little grim, it got that way after I made her think how useful the rug was to me, I could fuck her right then and there.

She wasn't exactly listening to anything I was saying.

I asked the students to answer a questionnaire, and I paid attention to Celine's actions, who was clearly scared when she realized that I was looking at her.

I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to affront her, so I walked up to her and accused her of not paying attention in my class, which gave me reason to think that she was thinking about everything I said to her.

She was silent, which was unusual for her.

- What is it, Miss Celine, you were so talkative, the cat got your tongue?

I already knew how much this girl was capable of answering me whatever she wanted, because I could tell that she is not the type of girl who takes shit home, but I never expected that she would use my own methods to hit me.

She looked around the room, being careful not to attract attention and said that her tongue was intact, as there are things you can only do with it, as if that wasn't enough, she said that her tongue had several skills, unlike mine that was used to talk shit.

- Oh girl, if you knew the power that my tongue has, you would fall for me, I thought.

When I told her that my language had abilities she didn't know, but that she would beg to know, she was appalled, at the same time I made her come down from her pedestal.

And I also said that there are wars that people enter to lose.

I had to turn my back on her again, because there is no woman in the world who has ever made me as hard as this nymphet was making me.

I went to read a book trying to take my mind off what this girl's tongue could do to my dick.

Class was almost over, and I couldn't walk down the halls hard like this.

When the class ended, Monique came to talk to me, I snapped at the same time, I already expected that she would look for me after I had eaten her the night before, but it wasn't her I was thinking about, so that in a way helped to control my erection.

I didn't pay any attention to the things she was saying, I just paid attention to Celine who was already getting up to leave.

- Miss. Celine, can you come over here please?

I noticed that Monique was looking at her attentively, probably feeling threatened by Celine's incomparable beauty.

In my entire life, I've never seen a girl more beautiful and sexier than Celine, but I'll never tell her that, I'm not crazy about losing the power I know I have over her, although she fights to hide it.

Once again she spoke arrogantly to me, she seemed to be angry, but her rudeness did not go unnoticed by Monique who was soon scolding her.

Celine used all her mockery to confront Monique, imitating the way she treated me.

The problem was when Celine left her cleavage deeper, and brought her breasts closer to my face.

- Damn, I'm going to explode here.

It was impossible not to get hard again, she had the power to make me hard, even in pretend moments like this.

Celine noticed, but Monique didn't.

I took the book and put it on my legs to hide my dick.

Monique and Celine kept arguing, which I knew would lead nowhere, Celine lost her patience and left, but I had to ask Monique to leave so that I could be alone with Celine .

Even against her will, Monique withdrew.

I knew that at one time or another Celine would scold me for picking on her, but that's exactly what I wanted her to see.

I made a point of walking towards her with a hard-on.

She looked at my erection and I chuckled inside as I saw her blush.

When I asked what she was looking for in my pants, she said it was my face shame.

I confronted her and told her it wasn't my pants she would find it.

It was enough for her to ask what I wanted, for me to show her the lascivious desire that exists in me.

I put her leaning against my table, and let her feel how hard I was.

She called me a pervert which turned me on even more.

I looked at her cleavage, and I felt like taking off her clothes and biting her breasts until she screamed, asking me to stop.

She has no idea how much I want to see her scream all over my cock.

I put my hand on her thigh, and I felt her shiver.

I just made her feel my fingertips on her skin.

I told her that I knew she was wet, and I tried to lift my fingers a little higher, which made her try to get away from me.

I picked her up and took her to the wall where the painting is, she wouldn't get away from me so easily.

I reminded her of what she'd told me earlier, that she was used to annihilating problems, so let her get rid of me.

I moved my hand up the inside of her thigh, making her breathe a little harder.

I didn't take it seriously when she accused me of harassment, she wanted to be touched, she was turned on, and would love it if I fucked her in the room, I could do whatever I wanted, I even came up with the idea, taking into account that I would harm myself anyway.

But I knew she was bluffing.

She started to get nervous, and practically begged me to let go of her, which motivated me even more to continue.

I asked if she was losing control, even though I knew the answer.

I moved my hand up some more, and she was clearly nervous and excited, and by the time I was about to touch her pussy, our time was up.

She sighed in relief, while I was frustrated for not touching her in time.

But Celine's body was like something addictive, the more I touched her, the more I wanted to keep going.

- Saved by the bell. I spoke.

I let her go, grabbed my purse and left the room hiding my cock which was absurdly hard.

My balls were hurting, and I really needed to empty them.

I went to the teachers' bathroom, looked to see if anyone was there, locked the main door, went to the booth, took off my pants and started masturbating.

I kept imagining Celine's small, sculptural body on top of me, riding her and asking me to fuck her, that soft, sweet voice, moaning as I thrust in and out of her.

- Fucking hell Celine. I said letting all my liquid flow out, imagining that little mouth of hers licking everything.

I turned on the shower and washed myself, then used a paper towel to dry myself, got dressed and opened the door.

I was lucky no one wanted to go into the bathroom while I was having a break.

I went for a coffee, as I had 40 minutes to spare until the next class.

I kept thinking that in all the years of my active life, I had never dated a girl so young, I saw on the record that she was only 18 years old, everything about her was perfectly designed, her mouth, her eyes, the freckles on her skin, the straight red hair, the breasts in the right size, the ass then? I can't even speak without getting hard again.

I never thought about any woman I've fucked to masturbate, when I hit one, I always resorted to pornographic videos, but hitting Celine, even though I've never fucked her, was something that was worrying me.

All it took was this girl making fun of me, for me to think I should have her.

- Damn, who ended up getting fucked was me. I spoke.

I need to fuck this nymphet, I don't know how I'm going to do it, but she's going to climb on my dick.