Me: Please don’t do that.Rachita: Don’t do what?Me: Don’t put the t-shirt back and hide those gorgeous pair of melons.Rachita covered her tits w...th the t-shirt. She was a bit shy, I felt.Me: I usually try not to cum too soon. But I couldn’t hold it anymore today.Rachita: Hmm, it felt a bit weird. I have never seen a hard penis this way. It looks scary.Me: It’s nothing to be scared of. It was hard for you.I smiled. Rachita smiled innocently.Me: You have a lovely figure. I wonder how your pussy. In less than a second I was on my chair, wheeling it quickly back up to the desk.In walked Miss Filch. My heart stopped. Thank god I hadn't taken my shirt off. "Mr Wilson," she exclaimed, "you're class have been waiting outside for ten minutes, what's going on." She didn't seem to have a clue. My desk has a hard back, which hid Celeste from view. It also hid the fact I wasn't wearing any thing other than my shirt. "I- I'm sorry Miss Filch, I just received some bad new-" I stopped dead. No way.. Not that it would have been too much of a hardship. Jean’s hand caressing my prick was quickly clearing any qualms I had about the whole deal.“I’m as sure as I can be.”“Stop wasting time and fuck the bitch,” snapped Lupe. Surprising, at least to me, I felt no pangs of conscience as I bent Jean over the loveseat and drilled my prick into her snatch from behind. Jean had given me the go ahead, right? I was fulfilling one of my pubescent fantasies and losing my cherry at the same time. Lupe. That day somewhat dragged and Richard excused himself shortly after dinner that evening to retire, on the pretence of a novel he wished to finish. ‘Good night son.’ His father wished ‘Sleep well.’ Richard noticed a smirk on his father face. ‘Good night father.’ Richard replied ‘I’m sure I shall.’ Richard lay waiting in anticipation. Half an hour or so had passed, an extremely long half an hour at that. His cock was hard, painfully erect. He had been in a semi-aroused state for much of the day..