[FM] Getting pranked and fucked in a classroom

Although I refused to call him my boyfriend and shuddered at the idea of him calling me his girlfriend, I spent the first couple months of my relationship with Henry attached at the hip. At the time, he was working as a long-term substitute teacher but had lined up an almost year-long job training program at the end of the spring semester so he could change careers. While I was incredibly excited for him, the program was over an hour’s drive away from my grad school. Though neither of us had any intention of ending things when he left, I was understandably worried about making the distance work.

In June, around three months into our relationship and shortly after the end of the school year, Henry had to pack up his apartment and his classroom in the same week. He was going to be back soon for a conference in my city, and he had already made me agree to [introduce him](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gtlqeu/fm_reclaimed_my_boyfriends_cock_in_a_bar_bathroom/) to my grad school friends while he was in town, but I was suffering from extreme pre-separation anxiety. I was like a clingy house cat. I’d tag along for his grocery shopping and car tune-ups and miscellaneous errands but act like it was a coincidence that I happened to be there, even though we always drove together. Henry thankfully found my attachment cute and funny instead of annoying or concerning.

I helped him pack up his apartment, secretly dropping small presents and mementos in the boxes so that he’d think of me while he unpacked in his new place. A box of his favorite tea with a sweet note inside here. A set of my lacy panties there. A brand new pair of fuzzy socks since I wasn’t going to be there to warm his iceberg feet in the middle of the night. Just little things. All too soon, almost everything he owned was tucked away in boxes and suitcases. He stood in the middle of his room with his hands on his hips, surveying what was left to pack. “Well damn,” he exclaimed, laughing, “I’ve got a lot of crap.”

“Got a bunch of junk AND junk in the trunk,” I agreed, slipping a hand into the back pocket of his shorts and squeezing his thick ass as I scanned the piles of boxed belongings, “Do you wanna take a break for lunch?”

“Yeah, but then we have to get to the school to pack up my classroom.”

“We?” I teased with a grin.

Henry scoffed and draped an arm around my shoulder. “As if you weren’t going to ask to come with me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said innocently, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Without warning, Henry grabbed me around the waist and threw me onto his bare mattress, pouncing on me as soon as I landed. “So we’re playing that game, huh?” he hissed as his fingertips assaulted my armpits, neck, and stomach.

I curled in on myself and shrieked, trying to protect myself from his vicious tickling. A loud hiccup burst from my lips, and Henry froze. “What in the fuck?” he guffawed.

Another hiccup exploded out of me. “They’re *hic* just loud!” I laughed defensively.

“You sound like you’re getting attacked,” he giggled, getting off of me and rubbing my back, “Do you want some water?”

“I WAS getting *hic* attacked!” I insisted, nodding as yet another loud hiccup forced its way out of me.

We tried every possible hiccup cure. I held my breath, drank water upside down, had Henry jump scare me unexpectedly, etc. Nothing worked. Eventually, we gave up and just headed to the car. We hit up a drive-thru on the way to the school, and I quickly sucked down an extra large soda in hopes that the carbonation would calm my body the fuck down. Instead of curing the hiccups, it just added burping to the mix. Henry roared with laughter at my belches, which in turn made me laugh harder, which then made my hiccups worse and started the laughter cycle all over again.

By the time we got to the empty school, my giggles were wearing off and I was really fucking sick of having the hiccups. My stomach hurt, and they were becoming more like violent spasms than funny sounds. We took down the classroom decorations the original teacher had put up and separated out Henry’s supplies, the silence only punctuated by my loud hiccups. I kept hoping the hiccups would go away if I focused on my breathing and stopped thinking about them. They didn’t. As Henry held a chair steady so I could reach the push pins at the top of one of the bulletin boards behind his desk, he finally began to speak softly for the first time in about half an hour. “Lily, we should talk about what’s going to happen when I move.”

“Ok, *hic* what’s going to happen?”

“So, I’m coming back in a couple weeks, but we don’t have any set plans after that.”

“True. Do you want to *hic* look at the calendar and figure out who should *hic* go where each weekend?”

“About that.”

I looked down at him. “Henry? You *hic* ok?”

He helped me down and looked into my eyes, still holding my hand without the push pins in it. “I don’t know if long distance is going to work.”

My stomach dropped as my chest tightened, and I felt a part of me shatter. “What are you saying?” I whispered, panic rising in my throat.

“I’m saying that we should think about saying goodbye when I come back in a couple weeks.”

My breathing quickened. I snatched my hand away and dropped the pins in their container, a million thoughts running through my mind as I shook my head. “No. Fuck no. Where is this coming from? You’re coming back to meet my friends – why the fuck would you do that if you just wanted to break up? Are you serious?”

“No, of course I’m not serious,” he said with a wicked grin, “But your hiccups are gone.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” I shrieked, laughing and smacking him on the arm, “You said that horrible shit as a PRANK? You asshole!”

Henry cackled and grabbed me around the waist, holding my back to his chest as I struggled. He pinned my arms to my sides and kissed my cheek over and over again, squeezing me tightly. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“That’s beside the point!” I laughed exasperatedly, giving up on escaping his grip, “You’re such an asshole!”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he said softly, kissing from my jaw down to my neck.

“No, I don’t,” I lied, rolling my head to the side so he had better access.

“Uh-huh,” he laughed, sucking lightly on my skin.

“You’re not fucking your way out of this,” I murmured, hating the fact that my panties were dampening.

“Am I not?” he asked smugly as one of his hands slipped up my shirt and began to massage one of my breasts over my thin bra, teasing the nipple into a hardened point as he continued to lavish my neck with his lips and tongue.

I relaxed against him with a sigh, willing to pause my anger if it meant he would keep touching me. Henry released my breast to unbutton my shorts, and he slid a hand down the front, groaning softly when he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear. “Dirty girl,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing my clit gently with his middle finger, “Coming to a school without panties on.”

“Shut up, Henry,” I hissed, but I ground my pussy against his finger anyway.

“I’m sorry, I know it was really mean,” he murmured, “But I couldn’t do this with you until you stopped hiccuping. And I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in this classroom since the day I met you.”

“I hate you,” I sighed softly, bringing an arm behind me to hold the back of his neck.

“No you don’t,” he whispered, sinking his finger inside me and pulsing it rapidly to stimulate my g-spot.

I moaned as my legs gave out, Henry’s cruel hands the only things holding me up. “We have to be quiet,” he murmured, “but I have a condom in my wallet.”

“That’s not a safe place for a condom,” I lectured as I slipped my shorts down past my ass and bent over his desk.

“But good enough?” he asked, his hand still teasing between my legs.

“Just fuck me, you dick.”

Within seconds, Henry removed his hand, pulled out his cock, put on the condom, and slowly sank into me from behind. I bit my knuckles as I moaned softly, my cheek pressed against the cold desk. Henry grabbed my hips and began fucking me slowly, intensely. “I can’t believe you thought I was serious,” he murmured, his cock stretching me with every forward push, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

I reached a hand back and held his thigh for a moment, just needing to touch him. “It was really mean,” I whispered, “Effective, but mean.”

Henry leaned over me as he continued his slow thrusts, “I’m sorry, Lily,” he whispered, kissing my back as his hands slid up to hold my shoulders, “You have to know that you’re stuck with me for a long time.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He gradually increased his pace, his balls lightly slapping against me as he thrusted harder. I whimpered, rhythmically pushing back against him and standing on my tiptoes to get a better angle. “Shhh,” he whispered softly, bringing one hand up from my shoulder to cover my mouth and slipping the other around my body to rub my clit again.

I moaned softly into his palm, barely keeping it together. “You’re mine,” he murmured, “Don’t fucking forget it.”

My legs began to shake as my orgasm rapidly approached. Henry noticed and kept his thrusting and rubbing consistent. Within seconds, I was cumming quietly on his cock, my pussy tightening like a vice as I shuddered against the desk, my hands grasping at the smooth surface for something, anything to hold onto. “Good girl,” Henry whispered triumphantly, removing his hands from my mouth and clit as I panted softly, my cheek still pressed against the desk’s cool surface.

“I’m still mad at you,” I whispered between pants.

“No, you’re not,” Henry laughed softly, kissing me on the cheek and then standing back upright and gripping my ass cheeks as he thrusted, each harsh pump sending shockwaves of pleasure up my cunt.

A large part of me wanted to whisper-beg him to fuck me harder, to make me writhe against his desk again and then cum together. But it was more important that I prove a point. “Get off me,” I said quietly.

Henry immediately pulled out and let go of my ass, taking a step back. I pulled up my shorts and buttoned them, turning to him. His condom-covered cock was still hard, his face full of concern and fear. I whipped off the condom and shoved it in my pocket before gripping his cock tightly and tugging on it roughly. His wide eyes held mine, his panting breaths getting harsher as I jerked his cock. With my other hand, I grabbed his t-shirt collar and brought his face down to kiss me, biting his lower lip hard and pulling on it with my teeth. He moaned softly, his hands coming up to cup my face. I broke the kiss but kept my face close, my lips brushing against his as I whispered, my words laced with venom. “Do you think it’s fucking funny to scare me?” I asked softly.

“N-no.”

“Do you think my feelings for you are a fucking joke?”

“No, of course not.”

“Do I have to remind you that it’s not just that I’m yours, but you’re also mine?”

Henry groaned, his forehead resting against mine as I squeezed his cock. “Lily…”

I dropped to my knees and took his erection in my mouth, immediately forcing it all the way into my throat and holding it there. Henry gasped and tangled his fingers in my hair, his knees buckling slightly. Pulling my face back slowly as I suctioned my cheeks against his shaft, I locked eyes with him and smirked as much as I could with my lips spread tightly around his cock. After a moment, I quickly shoved my face all the way back down, my anger or my lingering fear of losing him or my desire to force him to understand what he meant to me somehow making it possible to take the entire length of him into my throat with ease for the first time ever. I breathed heavily through my nose, my chin and bottom lip brushing against his balls. I reached a hand up and gently tugged on them. “Oh fuck,” Henry moaned.

I slid my mouth back and began jerking him again roughly, my saliva fully lubricating his cock. “Shhh,” I smirked, my lips lightly teasing the sensitive skin where the side of his head met his shaft.

He nodded, his face flushed and his breathing ragged. I spat on his tip and then licked and kissed and slobbered from the back of his balls to the head of his cock, intentionally spilling gallons of frothy saliva from my lips. I moaned as I worked, spit gathering and spreading down my chin as I enthusiastically lavished every inch of him with attention.

Grabbing one ass cheek in each hand, I forced his cock all the way back in my mouth and bobbed my head quickly, loud glugging noises coming from my throat as the tip pushed farther down than any partner had been before. Sheer desperation and willpower prevented my gag reflex from making an appearance. Henry’s fingers tightened around my scalp as he groaned softly. Saliva kept spilling all over his cock, the sloppiness making it easier for me to slide him in and out of my throat. Triumph and smugness coursed through my veins as I violently sucked, squeezing his ass and fucking his cock with my face. Yeah, I was going to miss him like crazy, but I knew he was going to have just as hard a time leaving me as I was going to have being left behind. The only thing left in my control was to make sure he missed me every fucking second of every fucking day. Easy enough when I literally had him by the balls.

I pulled my face back and jerked him again, lifting his cock out of the way so I could slobber enthusiastically on both of his balls at once, teasing them with my lips and tongue. He groaned quietly, his eyelids barely open as he watched me. Moaning softly, I rubbed his cock and balls against my face and nuzzled them, darting out my tongue to lick at them and pull them briefly into my mouth as I slid them against my cheeks, forehead, and eyelids. I needed him to feel that there was no place I wanted to be more than on my knees worshiping him. He leaned hard against the wall, his pelvis pushing towards me as his shoulders and back barely kept him propped upright.

Taking only the head of his cock in my mouth and suctioning my cheeks around it tightly, I forcefully jerked his shaft. While my tensed lips held his tip firmly in my mouth, my tongue flicked against it, swirled around it, lapped up his precum, and teased him mercilessly as my hand continued its tight, relentless tugging. “Fuck, Lily, I’m gonna cum,” Henry moaned softly, his brow knitting together with pleasure.

I changed tactics and moved my mouth and my hand in tandem, furiously impaling my face with his cock as I sucked the living soul out of him, still maintaining purposeful eye contact. I moaned down his shaft, increasing the suction with each backwards pull of my face and hand. My other hand grasped and gently tugged on his balls again. He groaned loudly and hunched over me as hot, thick cum flooded the back of my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed it greedily and continued my relentless sucking without missing a beat. He spasmed and tried to pull away, but I held fast, sucking my cheeks and attacking his tip with my tongue again. He moaned, his knees buckling violently.

At long last, I released him slowly, a string of saliva still connecting my lips to the tip of his cock. He stood there, staring down at me and panting, while I calmly licked the sides of his shaft and pressed gentle kisses on it, my swollen lips as soft as pillows as I tenderly made out with his softening erection. I sucked his balls back into my mouth and moaned, rubbing my cheek against his thigh and looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. With a long swipe of my flat tongue from the base of his cock up to his slit with some final swirls of the tip of my tongue to collect the last drops of cum that I had earned, I tucked his cock back into his underwear and zipped up his shorts.

I then got up off my knees and wiped the saliva off my chin and cheeks, the human embodiment of calm and collected. He stayed leaning against the wall and raggedly panting, one of his hands coming up to press on his chest above his pounding heart. “Yeah,” I smirked, “That’s what I thought. Good luck not thinking about that when you leave.”

Unbothered, I continued to pack up his things.

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