39. Detention

With tears in my eyes, I stared at the word DETENTION written in large red capital letters on the slip of paper in my trembling hand. In all my years of schooling, I had never once gotten detention, been written up, or even scolded by a teacher.

      

But today, on my eighteenth birthday, my favorite teacher gave me detention.

      

For nothing ... I had done nothing.

    

I walked down Atwood’s hallway toward the detention classroom, unsure if I wanted to demand why he had forced me to come here tonight or bawl my damn eyes out. I tried so hard to be a good girl, someone who colleges competed for, a student that excelled not just in the classroom, but in volunteering and athletics as well.

      

Stupid Mr. Avery.

      

Deciding to push away the tears because I didn't want Atwood's worst students to see me cry, I grabbed the door handle and prayed that this was all some sort of mistake. Hell, I didn't even believe in a god, but I needed one right now.

      

"Move your ass," someone said from behind me.

      

My heart leaped in my chest, and I jumped away from the door, glancing over my shoulder at Gunther Aaron, a druggie who skateboarded off the principal's desk last month. He snarled at me and stormed into the room, throwing his backpack onto a random desk.

      

After swallowing my pride, I stepped into the room and let the door click shut behind me. I glanced around nervously at the students in the room, students that I would never get caught dead with. 

      

Mr. Avery sat at the front desk and arched a dark brow when I walked into the classroom, his full lips pulled into a smirk. I hurried up to him and placed the detention slip on his desk, shaking my head.

      

"Please, Mr. Avery," I pleaded. "This has to be a mistake. I can't have detention."

      

"Miss Sato, I thought I made myself very clear in class," Mr. Avery said, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing through his light-blue button-up shirt. "You have detention tonight, and there's nothing you can do to get out of it."

      

"But I ..." I glanced down at the desk and pushed away more hot tears. "I didn't do anything. It's my birthday. I have a perfect record and even perfect attendance. Whatever you think I did, I promise I didn't do it. Please, you have to believe me."

      

"Ahh, that's right; you turn eighteen today, don't you?" he asked.

      

"Yes," I said, nodding like a madwoman and hoping he'd show sympathy. "I do."

     

"Well then ..." He paused and leaned forward toward the desk, placing his elbows on the table and glancing at the students behind me. Then, he lowered his voice. "There is something that you can do."

      

My eyes widened. "What? Please, I can't have this on my record."

      

After clearing his throat, he gestured to the other students. "You're dismissed from detention for today. I need to deal with Miss  Sato for now. Make sure you're back tomorrow and Friday. Some of you are facing suspension."

      

Most of the students behind me shot up from their desks and hurried out of the room before Mr. Avery could change his mind. Most, except Gunther and his three partners in crime-Frazer, Conway, and Torrence. For some reason, they lingered behind.

      

But all I wanted was for them to leave, so I could do whatever I needed to get out of this detention. I would grade all his papers, wash his classroom floor by hand, even buy him groceries, if that's what he asked for. Anything.

"What're you holding Sakura back for?" Gunther asked, like he gave a fuck about me.

      

"That's none of your business, Mr. Aaron." Mr. Avery leaned back in his chair, flipping one ankle onto his opposite knee, his suit pants tightening around his crotch. "You're welcome to stay if you and your hooligan friends have nothing better to do."

      

I nervously glanced over my shoulder at Gunther, Frazer, Conway, and Torrence, who looked at each other and then ... took a seat in the front of the classroom, taking up the desks and watching Mr. Avery intently.

      

After a couple moments, Mr. Avery narrowed his intense brown eyes at them, almost as a warning, then turned them on me. I sucked in a breath and swallowed nervously, shifting from foot to foot. Whenever I had seen him before, his eyes always looked so welcoming, so soft.

      

Nothing like this.

      

And for some awful reason, it was making me hot in all sorts of places.

      

"Please, what can I do?"

      

Mr. Avery pushed back his seat and placed both his feet on the bright white tiled floor, his legs spread in the way all guys at Atwood did to take up the most fucking space possible. And all I could seem to stare at was how tight they were around ... that area.

      

"Miss Sato, eyes up here," he said.

      

Cheeks flushing, I looked back up at him and pressed my lips together.

      

"You want to know what you can do to make this detention poof away for good?"

      

"Yes, sir," I said.

      

He patted his knee. "Come here."

      

My eyes widened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. Gunther and the guys suddenly sat up, looking interested in whatever Mr. Avery was proposing. Mr. Avery patted his knee again, his large hand sliding up his long leg.

      

"It's your eighteenth birthday today, right, Sakura?" he asked, grabbing his throbbing cock through his suit pants and stroking it down his thigh to the head. "I have something for you to suck on to get out of this."

      

"Mr. Avery," I whispered breathlessly, my nipples hardening in my bra. "Isn't this ..."

      

"Isn't this what?" he asked, tilting his head at me, almost in a condescending manner. "You think any of the guys behind you is going to say anything to the principal? The school board? This is Atwood, Miss Sato. They don't give a fuck if I bend my best student over the detention table and fuck her senseless."

      

Heart racing, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him. "You can't be serious. This isn't right. This ..."

      

Warmth pooled between my thighs, and I pressed my legs together. Fuck, this wasn't what I was expecting. I thought maybe he wanted me to clean his whiteboards or help him with something on the computer. Not this.

      

"If you want to get out of detention, you'll come here," Mr. Avery said, his voice hard.

      

After deciding that college was worth more than a fucking blow job, I scurried over to his side and stared down at him while he leaned back in his chair and eyed me with that smirk on his lips and all that audacity.

      

"Knees."

      

"My ... my knees?" I asked, glancing down at my black nylons that would surely rip.

      

"On your knees, like a good girl."

      

Swallowing hard, I took a quick glance at the others in the room and knelt between his legs, my fingers shaking and my panties sopping fucking wet. I didn't know why this was making me feel this way. I should feel so disgusted, so fucking disgusted.

      

But Mr. Avery had been my favorite teacher for the past four years. A handsome man in his early forties with streaks of gray in his dark black hair, the smartest damn teacher here at Redwood, and ... a man who wanted me to suck him off on my birthday in front of other students.

      

"Do you know what to do? Or do you want help, Sakura?"

I wrapped my shaky hand around his waistband, never having been this close to him and knowing that this was forbidden territory, and pulled his zipper down with my other hand, my heart pounding hard against my rib cage.

      

"I've never done this before," I whispered, seeing his hard-on through his briefs.

      

It was so much fucking bigger than I imagined any dick being, so thick and hard too.

      

Mr. Avery chuckled darkly. "Don't tell me a good girl like you hasn't had a dick in her mouth before. Have you not been fucked before either? Do I get to take your precious little virginity today too, Miss Sato?"

      

Staring up at him through my lashes, I nodded and tried desperately to cool my flushed cheeks. I was a virgin, plain and simple. I didn't hang around guys, not because I didn't get horny and want one, but because my studies and volunteering came first.

      

"You should feel honored to get my cum buried deep inside you today as a birthday gift." He pulled on my braided pigtails and tugged my face closer to his throbbing cock in his briefs. "Because you're the only girl good enough to earn something like that."

      

He pulled me down so forcefully that my mouth wrapped around the front of his hard dick through his underwear, the cloth becoming wet almost immediately from my saliva. Heat gathered in my core, and I whimpered softly.

      

With the heat gathering between my legs, I wrapped my fingers around his waistband and pulled down slowly, his cock appearing from inside of them. Inch by inch, I kept pulling until his entire dick sprang out of his pants and smacked me in the face.

      

My heart raced. I had never seen one up close before, only in pictures.

      

After taking a quick peek up at Mr. Avery, I gnawed on the inside of my cheek and wrapped my hand around the base of it, barely able to touch my fingers. It felt so hard and ... God, I didn't even know how to explain it.

      

"This is wrong," I muttered to myself.

      

But the ache in my core wasn't helping me to convince myself of that.

      

"Open your mouth, Sakura," Mr. Avery said.

      

Staring up at him through wide eyes, I parted my lips slightly. Nerves rushed through my body, hot adrenaline making me squirm. Mr. Avery pressed the head of his cock against my bottom lip, and I wrapped my lips around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.

      

"Good girl, Miss Sato," he said, grunting softly and leaning back in his swivel chair. He took my braided pigtails in his hands and pulled them lower, so I'd take more of him in my mouth. "Just like that."

      

I got three inches deep and gagged, my eyes burning already, but I didn't pull back. Instead, I pushed the feeling away, pressed my thighs together, and took more of him in my mouth.

      

When he hit the back of my throat, I opened my mouth to get air and gagged again, spit and drool rolling down my bottom lip. Mr. Avery stared down at me with those dark and devilish eyes, a smirk fixed on his lips.

      

"Take more of my cock into that tight throat of yours, and I'll write this detention off."

      

Determined and now horny, I sucked more of him into my mouth, barely able to fit it all. He was deep down my throat, choking me with his dick, and stroking himself around the front of my neck.

      

As he took his hands away, I pulled back and gasped for breath, desperate for him to touch me. I needed something, anything. My body was aching in places that it never had before, especially with a man.

      

"More," I breathed. "Please, touch me."

      

He took my chin in his hand and ran his thumb across my lower lip. "Look at you. You're just another one of Atwood's cum-hungry sluts."

      

My pussy tightened, and I whimpered, "No, I'm not."

      

I was just horny as fuck now.

He chuckled darkly and grasped my jaw. "No? You're on your knees, begging for me to touch you, begging for me to fill your tight little schoolgirl mouth with my cum, hmm? Only cum-hungry sluts do shit like that."

      

"I'm not," I said.

      

He dropped his hand from my chin to my throat and pulled me off my knees, then laid me across his lap, my breasts pressed against his bare thighs and my ass nearly hanging out of my skirt. With one hand, he pulled up my skirt and caressed my ass.

      

"No?" he asked.

      

I pressed my thighs together, the wetness pooling between them. "No."

      

He spanked me right across the ass, hard.

  

  I crossed my legs and pushed my ass up toward him, hoping his next smack was a bit lower, against my panties. I needed some friction.

      

Again, he spanked me, his bottom fingers brushing against my soaked panties. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes closed. He was so close, and I was so damn wet.

      

"More," I whispered. "Please."

      

He smacked me across the ass cheeks again, even harder this time, his bottom fingers hitting my clit. I threw my head back and moaned, a wave of pleasure shooting through my body and making me feel oh-so good.

      

Instead of spanking me again, he sank his hand between my thighs and rubbed my aching clit, grabbing my hair with his other hand and tugging up on it. "Your pussy is soaked for me, Miss Sato. Is this what you've been wanting every time you stay late?"

      

When I didn't answer him because I was too embarrassed, he slipped his thumb into my mouth.

      

"Hmm? Is this what all those early mornings and after-school study sessions you've begged from me were for?"

      

Before I could answer, he pulled me off his lap and forced me to stand, then he patted his knees. "Come here. Sit on my cock. I want to finally put it inside your tight little aching hole. It's so wet for me already, and I've barely touched you."

      

After crawling up onto him, I hovered over his cock. He pulled my panties to the side and positioned himself underneath me, the head of his cock rubbing against my wet entrance. I sucked in a breath, nerves shooting through me.

      

This was happening. This was really happening.

      

He grasped my hips and sank me down on him, filling me inch by inch. I had only put my fingers inside me before, and his cock was much thicker than my slender fingers. At first, he hurt, sliding into me, but when he stilled deep inside me, pleasure consumed me.

      

With his hands all over my body, I threw my head back and moaned softly.

      

He wrapped a hand into my hair and pulled it back slightly, his mouth leaving hot kisses all over my neck. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to turn eighteen."

      

I rested my hands on his shoulders and slightly moved my hips up, pulling him out.

      

"And the way your pussy keeps fucking clenching on my cock, I bet you couldn't wait either." He gently bit down on my soft spot, his scruff tickling my skin. "How many times have you thought about me?"

      

Desperate, I moved faster, up and down on his dick.

      

"Too many to count," I whispered.

      

He slipped his fingers underneath my top and bra, his hands groping my breasts and over my hard nipples. I clenched at the feel of a man's hands all over my body for the first time ever and moaned into his ear, the sensation making me so warm.

      

When he pulled my top over my head, I gasped softly at the sudden chill that ran through me. Mr. Avery dipped his face between my breasts, his lips running across the end of my bra and his hot tongue between my cleavage.

I slipped a hand into his hair and tugged softly, moving my hips faster on his cock, loving the feeling of being filled. Euphoria rushed through my body, making me tingle everywhere. As I continued to bounce up and down on him, he undid my bra and pulled it off my shoulders.

      

My breasts spilled out of them, exposing themselves to the entire detention classroom. I glanced over at Gunther and his crew, my pussy tightening around Mr. Avery. They were all watching me, eyes glazed over in lust while they readjusted their pants.

     

It was hard to imagine that someone like me-Atwood's good girl and straight-A student, who was always brushed over by people-was making these guys hard and had made a teacher so horny that he had to give me detention on my eighteenth birthday.

      

Mr. Avery sucked one of my nipples between his lips, his teeth grazing against it, and then tugged on it. I screamed out, unable to hold it back, and arched my back, bouncing up and down on him faster and faster.

      

"More," I begged, pussy tightening. "Please, more."

      

He sucked on my nipple harder, his hands groping and kneading my ass. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and stopped moving, the pressure too intense in my core. I might've touched myself before, but I never felt like ... felt like this.

      

It was too much. Too ...

      

Mr. Avery slammed my hips back down on his cock, and I screamed out again in pleasure. Wave after wave rushed through my entire body, the ecstasy shooting through me and making my legs tremble uncontrollably.

      

"Oh my God," I whispered, the orgasm continuing to hit me hard.

      

"Fuck, Sakura," he grunted against me, pounding into me for a couple more moments.

      

Then, he stilled.

      

My eyes widened, and I tried desperately to scurry away from him. If he stilled, then he was coming deep inside my pussy, his student's virgin cunt, filling me up to the brim with his hot cum. And I wasn't on birth control.

      

"Mr. Avery, please," I whispered, trying to scramble. "I'm not on birth control."

      

Instead of pulling away like I thought he would, he tightened his hold on me and slammed his cock even further up into me, so his cock was as deep as it could go. "Fuck, Miss Sato ... that only makes me want to keep filling your tight little virgin cunt."

      

Somehow, in some fucked up way, his words made me clench on him harder.

      

When he finally pulled out of me, he set me on the desk and spread my legs, holding them in the air to force me to watch all the cum that spilled out of me. My eyes widened slightly, my pussy pulsing and pushing more out of it.

      

And it just kept coming out, more and more.

      

There was so damn much of it.

      

"What happens if we tell on you?" Gunther asked from behind us.

      

Mr. Avery scooped his cum onto two fingers and stuffed them back inside me, glancing over at Gunther and his crew nonchalantly, as if Gunther didn't just threaten to ruin his entire career. And while Mr. Avery had always been the nicest teacher I had known, this side of him was just as exciting.

      

"You won't do shit about it, Gunther," he said. "You know who I have connections to in this town. One call is all it takes."

      

My eyes widened, my pussy tight. "One call and what happens?" I whispered.

      

Avery turned back to me and curled his full lips into a smirk. "Nothing, baby. Nothing."

I should get detention more often