Losing Control

I threw my pencil at him.

I’m sure he didn’t mean it maliciously, but not reacting when a guy implies you need dick in a bad way is asking for trouble. Of course, reacting the way I did was too. But it wasn’t my fault my boyfriend had an internship this semester. It wasn’t my fault he was right.

Sam chuckled and picked up the pencil. He made a fist with one hand, then slid the pencil inside it down to the eraser. And that’s when I lost control.

Our classmates merely laughed at his joke, and when our professor looked our way everyone settled down and went back to focus on the lecture. Except for me.

When his pencil entered his fist I felt something penetrating me. I still had on my jean shorts and yellow cotton panties, wasn’t being touched at all, yet I could feel every inch of myself being filled. My jaw dropped, my eyes opened wide. My hand immediately shot to my crotch. No one noticed except Sam. He quietly grinned, happy I was playing along with his joke.

Except it wasn’t a joke, at least not inside my panties. He pulled the pencil out of his fist and then slammed it back in. Holy. Shit. I grabbed the sides of my desk and moaned. My eyes closed tight. To go from zero to fucked in an instant was so much! Sam must have kept at it because I felt so full, with little micro-thrusts violently massaging my insides.

I opened my eyes and realized the class was staring at me. “Stop,” I barely made out at Sam, but his mischievous side was in full control. He realized what he had, and with my peers and professor solely focused on me he was free to do as he pleased.

“Sarah, Are you alright?” My professor went from annoyed to concerned as my moans turned to shouts. I couldn’t take it. I looked between my legs in disbelief; nothing was happening there except a quite damp patch. My hands were locked to the desk. “Ugh, fuck! Oh oww! It’s too much..”

And then suddenly nothing. The fullness gone in a flash, the thrusting I couldn’t resist vanished. I took the moment to stand up.

“I’ll help her out,” Sam volunteered. Fuck. I felt his arms around me gently as we drifted out into the hall. I had lost all sense of my surroundings.

When we entered the hall, I sat down immediately on the bench. “How did you do -” and then it was back. I laid my back as I lost all control again and stared Sam in the eyes. My hands grabbed the beams, fingernails digging into the wood.

“No idea. Guess it feels good though huh?” I watched him slide the pencil between his fingers. He clenched and I clenched. I couldn’t respond. I spread my legs trying to make room for what was filling me up, but it had no effect. He stared between my hips, watching me rock to his rhythm.

I couldn’t understand it. I urgently slid my hand down my shorts, the button popped off and clattered on the tile floor. There was no way something was really inside me! My panties were a mess with my self lubrication, but my insides – while warm and wet and clenching – weren’t worn at all. The double feeling of my fingers exploring and my insides being phantom pounded was too much and I gave in.

I thrusted my hips up against my fingers, filling myself and yet already being full. Four went in without any issue. It only took me a few pushes and I came. “It’s so fucking good! Don’t stop!” I commanded as I went way over the edge. Sam listened and kept the fierce penetration up. My pussy clamped hard on my fingers and I came.

“Told you you needed your little cunt fucked.” Sam was looking mighty pleased with himself, his choice of words bolder and more crude. I noticed quite the tent downstairs with a little dark patch of his own. I also noticed a guy down the hall with his phone out filming.

What could he see? I surveyed myself. My shorts nearly at my knees. The yellow fabric that usually would be covering my privates was twisted and askew, not doing much in keeping both Sam and the onlooker from seeing the precious pink flower usually hidden underneath. That flower now was fully bloomed, with swollen petals to boot.

I blushed. “Can I have my pencil back now?” I pulled my petals apart so he could see the center of my flower, to entice him to listen. Sam contemplated as he absentmindedly ran his fingers down the length of the pencil. I shuddered instinctively, feeling just the feighntest of touches inside. He watched my center clench.

“Please? You can see my little cunt has had enough.” I arched my back, lifting my hips to give him a better view. The front of his jeans twitched and the spot grew a little more. He motioned at my shirt, and I pulled it up for him. “You’ve had your fun,” I said as my shirt went over my breasts, showing a yellow bra that matched my panties. That is, before my panties were dark with pleasure juices.

The bra did nothing to hide my excited nipples. “Please?” I continued my attempt at seduction, reaching under my bra to play with them. Sam started rubbing his thumb on the eraser, and I felt my clit being worked on. “Ahhh! Oh my! Oh my..” I grabbed tight at the bench. I squirmed. I grabbed. “Fuck! Please! I can’t!”

“You can, and you will.” It was like being tickled everywhere, it was warm and hot and cold. To feel such intense pleasure, and yet not having any.. I couldn’t take it. Sam was relentless, circling the eraser.

An then he put it in his mouth. The warmth, the wetness, an oh god he was sucking it! I reached to get him to stop but he just stepped back. The sucking combined with him flicking his tongue. He slid the pencil deep into his mouth, and the pressure on my clit combined with an outwards thrust of a guy pulling out.

As much as I said it before, this really was too much. The feeling thundered from my toes to my face. I flushed everywhere. All of my muscles tightened and released and spasmed. I gasped for breath. I felt a short stream burst from between my lower lips and splash onto my shorts. I blacked out for a moment.

I heard Sam stepped up to admire his handiwork. I felt his hands run over me like he owned me, feeling the parts he wanted. Squeezing where he wanted. I was his toy. He grabbed my tits, freeing them over my bra. Then he felt my cunt. I opened my eyes. I was so numb, his hands had little effect.

Our onlooker had boldly come closer, his phone capturing my disarray self. I didn’t have the energy to care, does that make me a slut? He walked right up to the edge of the bench, then leaned in and filmed my pussy up close. Sam spread my lips for him. He pulled my legs up to my chest, letting the stranger get a good shot of my ass. Someone slid their fingers inside me, I was too wiped out to care who.

Then the bell chimed and our photographer scrammed. I rushed to pull up my shorts before the halls flooded with people. A few of the first out of the classroom managed to see my nipples before I could pull down my shirt. I managed to get to my feet. My wet shorts hung open with my knotted panties for whoever to see. A few of the boys took in good looks.

“Please? My cunt can’t take anymore.” I reached down and squeezed the front of Sam’s pants. That was all it took. I felt an instant surge of pulses, felt warmth as he creamed his jeans. To his credit he stayed composed, just a slight grimace as he came. The evidence was plain to feel, though; my hand was a sticky mess even through all the fabric.

“Okay, but I’ve got one more task for you. Come with me.”

Oh god, one more!? But I was his slut now.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fq2sp3/losing_control