Unrestricted Literature

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Mrs. Hopper

Her hair fell down just past her shoulders. Lines of concentration taped on her forehead. She was beautiful. She is beautiful. My heart raced as she looked around the room. A slight blush crept up to meet my cheeks when she took a quick glance at me.

"Alright. So today you're gonna write anything you want."

The class cheered. Taking out notebooks and paper to soon let their thoughts roll out.

"... But! There is an exception!"

I let out a groan. Feeling like a misfit when I saw the dirty faces filling the room and staring back at me. I hid a bit. Making my neck inch down just past the desk.

"Anyways... You can not write anything inappropriate or anything about love. You have to write about true pain. About angst, about scars. Writing is an endless thought."

She passed out a stack of paper to people who didn't just take some out. I finally got my lined paper. Trying to find a pencil to waste my life away for the next 20 minutes.

"Begin."

She sat back down on her desk. Letting her hair bounce around as she shook her head.

"Let's see..."

I couldn't think of anything. Not even the sound of the ticking clock. About pain? The only pain I feel right now is the bulge in my pants. And the blood rushing out of my bottom lip as I looked at her. I had to stop thinking about these lustful thoughts, but how could I? She had the perfect body and the perfect smile to go with it. She's nothing like a crush. She's more like an enemy. An enemy of my love. I wish I could feel what was inside of her loose shirt and tight brown skirt. I don't think it even goes down past her knees.

I've come to realize that my paper was still blank. I decided to quote random things from a lifeless book I've been forced to read. Still sneaking a peek once in awhile. I turned the paper over. Feeling the bulge in my pants grow even more. I couldn't help it. I carefully zipped down no my pants and pulled it out. Wrapping my hands against my shaft. It felt so good yet so evil. I jerked my hand back and forth. Feeling the heat flow through my body. I lost control of my hand. Realizing that it was jerking faster. After ten seconds, I thrusted into the empty desk. The warm milk rushed out. Sticking to the back of the desk.

"Pencils down!"

I swiftly put my pants back together. Looking around the room to see if anyone noticed.

"Alright everyone go ahead and pack up!"

This was my last and best class so packing up took me barely a minute. I just left the semen in the desk and lined up at the very back of the class in front of the door. The screeching sound of the bell bursted through the school and so did my class when heading out the door.

"Wait! Mr. Rink?"

I turned around to be met by Mrs. Hopper. She used her finger to gesture me towards her desk.

"Yes... Mrs. Hopper?"

A huge swallow made its way down my throat. It didn't help the fact that my mouth felt too dry.

"I saw what you were doing back there."

Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead. A sudden instinct to bite my lip rose.

"How old are you?"

"17."

"Huh. Why don't we make our way to the teacher's lounge after they leave?"

Her voice sounded peculiar. I wasn't sure if I was in trouble or not. She looked outside. Waiting for the teachers to flood out the door.

"So um... What's gonna happen... Now?"

"Well..."

She paused. Looking up at me suddenly with piercing lust.

"I'm going to have to punish you."