Soon the both of us were down to padded undergarments. Shapeless, spotted with rust and oil. She didn’t seem to care, her hands grasping at me, pres...ing me into the wall. This time she did not kiss me, but instead roughly tugged my head aside so she could bite me upon the neck. A sudden tingling rush of heat went through me. I must have moaned, for her hand clamped around my mouth to stifle me.What the hell had gotten into her? I was her commanding officer, she was my Second! This should not. However, the lack of resentment left in it's wake an undeniable feeling of sexual longing, as well sexual excitation (strangely enough) because he wasn't apparently able to attract a woman! The excitement at that apparent inability, though admittedly odd, was the fountain head from which his sexual excitement sprang from, and was the very inspiration through which his cock now stood upwards, erect, eager, in need of attention, but with no where to place it---except, as was his usual inclination. I watch as she peels herself from the wall and saunters over towards the car, trying not to make it look too obvious. She turns and blows a kiss towards one of her friends and laughs at something they shout in response. She looks young, late teens or early twenties and carries herself with a mixture of confidence and bravado.I run my eyes over her from head to toe and back up again. She’s wearing ankle boots with a Cuban heel, giving her some height but still comfortable enough, I guess, to. As if I had been challenged, I push back harder on his hand, loving the additional digit in my soon to be fucked ass. My head is filled with thoughts of his cock fucking me, taking my virgin ass. Adding some more lube to my ass, he continues the assault adding a welcomed third finger. "What do you want boy?" he inquires. "I want you to fuck me. fuck me hard!" I beg. My teacher sits down in the love seat, motioning for me to straddle him. I lower my ass to his hard cock, wanting to be impaled.