Giving Up to Him

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ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

About halfway through class, the teacher started talking about our next timed essay.

At least, I think she was. I'd gotten very adept at doing my tests and reading while Tyler was fingering me. But paying attention to the teacher could still be a challenge.

Up.

Down.

I felt the leathery fingers caressing in their cruel but gentle way. Since I'd changed into the microskirt after arriving at school, Tyler discovered he could just reach over my waist and do it all from above.

The fingers changed to their circular pattern and I drew in a gasp.

Really it wasn't distracting and I was getting used to it, I thought - trying to remember where I was on my book.

"Open!" said Tyler.

"Yes, sir! Tyler." I chirped, and drew my legs apart as far as they could go without attracting notice from other aisles.

"Gotta get you all stretched out and ready for me." said Tyler to me.

"Ok sir" I said.

The big fingers found the hem of my panties, and the fabric gave way over them. Fortunately I'd purchased a pair a few sizes too large, to better accommodate Tyler's hands.

"Unk" I stuttered, as a cane-sized digit penetrated into me.

Just one for today, I urged him silently.

"And now in a few minutes class, we'll have our timed essay." announced Mrs Goodman.

Just one is plenty, Tyler. I willed.

I looked down - the index finger continued to move into me until it bottomed out at the second knuckle. I splayed my legs apart a bit further to accommodate it.

"Go ahead and clear your desk and we'll start the assignment." called Mrs Goodman.

I set a piece of paper on my desk, though it was actually three. I tried to recall the theme teacher had requested, though it was difficult with the broomhandle-sized digit spreading my legs apart.

The room grew quiet and I started scrawling on the paper.

"Ungh" I gasped, the club driving itself deeper, progressing from 'tender' to a higher threshold of feeling.

I'd written - what?

"Vicissitudes already Agnes Grey malapropism hands hands towers hurt"

At least in this pain rapture, I could spell properly?

Fortunately I'd already composed my essay - and Tyler's - last night, in case he was touching me during the test. The topic was general enough that teacher might not really notice.

Now I could feel Tyler's middle finger probing.

Not TWO

I breathed rapidly, and squirmed a little, though my rear was already speared in place under his hand like an hors d'oeuvre.

The middle finger joined it's neighbor and began thrumming into me, attempting to enter the aperture already barely large enough for its current occupant.

"I - I - I " I choked.

"Cassy? Are you ok?" asked the teacher from her desk.

"Yes Mrs Goodman!" I called. She frowned, no doubt at the deathshead grin on my face.

Why was he doing this during a test? I thought, begging the universe to witness this unfairness.

I had gotten so perfectly adapted to Tyler, then he did things like this. To torment me while I was cheating for him.

But no doubt he was bored. The jock wasn't even trying to do the essay.

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ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ... -ꜱᴋʏᴇ