Abused after school

My name is Melissa. I came across this website while browsing internet. After reading stories from here and other places from internet, I thought about sharing an incident or rather an accident.

This one occurred twenty years ago. It is still fresh in my memory. I was in my late twenties, my third year of teaching at St. Mary’s school, Ooty. Five years married to Vikram, a corporate lawyer. I’m five-five, back then I was slim and slender, still had my shape. My “C” cup breast were held up firm. I had short black hair. We didn’t have any kids, yet.

It had been another long day. I had already put up with the typical high school teenage behavior through my English class and now I had to deal with the small group of these kids who were asked to stay back in school as punishment for some reason.

Jayesh and Mona especially were extremely disturbing. She was always sitting and squirming in his lap and giggling. His hands roving over her back and skirt covered thighs. An occasional kiss, an ongoing distraction and my verbal intrusion for them to cut it out and concentrate in the book.

Mona was a cute little thing about my height, long black hair, a budding chest. Jayesh was still growing over five-nine, athletic build, short hair. He was a very handsome young man. He was eighteen. He had been kept back a year in grade school. I must admit I was a little jealous of their public affection for one another. My Vikram would never have shown any outward affection for me. He was very conservative.

It was close to quitting time and I was repeatedly asking Jayesh and Mona, “Stop touching each other, focus on your studies.” Mona got off Jayesh’s lap, gave me a snide look and told Jayesh, she was going to the girl’s room and she’d meet him outside of school.

Jayesh’s eyes glared at me as Mona left the room. I announced for everyone to wrap it up for the day and as they left I told Jayesh to stay I wanted to talk to him, which got a loud, “AAWWEE” from the students. As the last student walked out of the room, I asked her to please close the door which got another, “AAWWEE” from the students.

As the door clicked shut, before I could speak, Jayesh stood up with an angry look on his face. He shoved his chair hard against the wall and aggressively moved toward me. I took a few steps back holding my right arm extended in front of me. My left hand behind me feeling for my desk. I glanced back to see where it was just as my butt leaned into the it..

When I turned around again, Jayesh forcibly pressed his chest against the palm off my extended hand forcing my elbow to bend. His face now, inches from mine. His breath, stale, minty and warm. His eyes we’re narrowed, menacing.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He barked at me in a low harsh tone.

I stammered, “Please, you’ve been very disruptive in class and you and Mona, well your…”

He cut me off. “You jealous? You want to sit in my lap, let me bite your neck. Is that it, Melissa Teacher?”

He pressed his body into mine. I could feel my encased breasts push against his tight muscular chest. The spicy, woody scent of his cologne mixed with dirty scent of his skin after full day of school, caught me off guard. I couldn’t move.

I feebly murmured, “Please, stop.”

My breathing became heavy as I felt him press his knees between my thighs, forcing them apart. My skirt hem rising up over my knees, then up my thighs, exposing my full legs.

Jayesh leaned into me, forcing my hands to reach for the edge of the desk to keep my balance. My three-inch heeled shoes left the floor.

He spoke softly, his voice confident, “This is what you want, isn’t it Melissa teacher?”

Jayesh wrapped his arms around me. His hands slid slowly over my sides. His fingers kneading my flesh through my satin top. Jayesh moved his hands to my back, pulling me into him. His head turned and his mouth was on my neck, licking it, sucking on it, kissing it. He was tasting me!

I told myself to scream, to move, to use all my strength to free myself. But my body didn’t respond, couldn’t move, it betrayed me. My eyes watered. I felt powerless. I whimpered, “Please let me go.”

He was so strong. I felt so weak, helpless. His hands moved from my back; I took a gulped down a deep breath. Then I felt his fingers around my throat, he squeezed them into my neck.

“Shut up, Melissa Teacher.” He moved his other hand under my skirt. His fingernails scraping roughly into my skin as he pulled down my cotton panties. I tried to clamp my thighs together as he tugged them down. But his knees kept them apart. I grabbed his wrist trying to stop him. He just yanked my panties down. My hand losing its grip.

“Please,” I tearfully begged. My panties down past my knees. With his hand under my chin and jaw, he lifted me higher off the floor, until my ass was resting on the edge of the desk. I felt his other hand between my thighs, rubbing against my hair covered pussy.

Then the realization hit me. I panicked. DEAR GOD, he was unbuckling his pants! He was going to rape me. I thrashed from side to side, trying to free myself. His fingers clasped tighter around my throat.

He growled softly, “Be still and shut the fuck up.”

I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my face turning red. I stopped struggling. Tears ran down my cheeks. I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper being pulled down. I felt him shake his hips from side to side between my spread thighs. My high heeled feet, dangling higher in the air.

“Ready Melissa teacher, is this what you wanted.”

I could feel the spongy head of his cock separate my pussy lips and move up trying to find the entrance to my vagina.

I looked at his face, as he devilishly grinned, “You’re wet. You’re sloppy wet, you bitch.” With that he found my opening and plunged his cock deep inside me. My thighs opened wider. My feet waved in the air. I prayed for God to help me, forgive me. I tried to breathe. Both my hands were now behind the nape of this teenaged boy’s neck, my fingers entwined tightly together. I leaned back. I surrendered myself to him as he started to hammer his thick, young cock into my cunt. A squooshy sound emanating from my vagina each time he thrust his stiff rod into me. A wild animal lust taking over this young boy. He was so much thicker and longer than my husband. He was bigger than any man I had ever been with. At that moment I was envious of Mona, thinking how unfair it was she, just a young girl, had him.

The smell of my sex traveled from my pussy up between us. He gritted his teeth and let out a low guttural sound. His powerful arms again wrapped around me. He drew me to him. My tits again pressed against his chest. His lips and tongue attacked my mouth. I felt his cock expanded inside me just as a torrent of his warm life-giving sperm saturated my already well lubricated pussy.

“Oh God, no.” I whined softly, crying.

He jerked his hips up violently a few times, with each thrust he delivered more of his jism into my pussy.

He loosened his grip, pulled back, his cock still hard, twitching as cum drippled from its tip.

He pointed a finger up at me as his other hand pulled up his jeans. As he buckled them up, he spat out, “You better not tell anyone about this, you hear me, or else. Got that Melissa teacher?“.

I whimpered, “Yes,” thinking; God, no one can ever know this happened. He grabbed his jacket, left the room not even looking at me and closing the door behind him.

And what a sight I must have been. Still sitting on the edge of my desk. My skirt bunched around my hips. My thighs still spread wide, completely exposed. My feet dangled. I was still sobbing gently. I felt his cum seeping out of me. The pure fragrance of this young boy’s semen overwhelmed my own sex scent. I moved my hand down to my inner thigh and felt the warm gooeyness of his cum. I scoped some with my middle and index fingers. I moved my fingers up and in a stirring motion, massaging my now puffy pussy lips and gaping hole. My thumb moved to my ridged protruding clit as my two fingers and then a third twisted into my pussy.

God forgive me. I came. The most intense orgasm in my life. It was so fierce, so extreme, it hurt. My entire body shook. I leaned to the side of the desk and slumped to the floor. My fingers were still inside me, my hand still wedged between my tightly clamped upper thighs. I laid on the classroom floor until my body ceased convulsing.

I lay there, dazed and confused. I stared at nothing for a long time. Finally, I picked myself up from the floor. Straightened my skirt. I fixed my top, brushed my hair, wiped my face and put on some makeup. I straightened out the desk. Put some papers in my briefcase. And walked quickly, quietly out of the school, grateful no one was close enough to speak to me, just a few distance waves goodbye.

I turned on the ignition of my Activa and stared, looking at the school. Jayesh’s warning hovered over me, “You better not tell anyone about this…” My thoughts tumbled out of me, ‘Who could I tell? What excuse could I give for not calling out for help, not screaming while being raped. Having sex with a student. We’d have to move. The disgrace. His word, against mine. I could never teach again. I’d never tell anyone. I couldn’t.’

And Vikram, he could never know. What could I tell him, how could I explain to him that a young teenaged boy, one of my students, used me like a piece of meat. Forced himself on me, abused me, had made me feel like a woman for the first time in my life.

I looked into the rear-view mirror. The tears had gone. I smiled and thought, ‘I’ve been made love to before, but now I know what it was liked to be fucked.’