Inappropriate. Adjective. Not suitable or proper in the circumstances.
Title: Inappropriate. Adjective. Not suitable or proper in the circumstances.
Author: xgiggles520x
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: girl!Jalex
Summary: But, as luck would have it. Alex was placed in Mrs. Barakat’s class.
Author Notes: Dedicated to Stacy. Thanks to her, Noelle, and Heather for reading, and giving me the confidence to post. I hope you enjoy!
Alex is sitting in her study hall period before lunch. Unlike other high schoolers, she fucking hated study hall, especially when she didn’t have any homework to do. She usually managed to have homework to work on, but today she hadn’t. And she hated it, because she would spend the whole period, fantasizing about the teacher that watched over the class. Also her algebra teacher. She had always been good at math, until she got placed in algebra. She was hoping to get the old man who also taught it, because she knew she’d be okay in her class. But, as luck would have it. Alex was placed in Mrs. Barakat’s class. And she knew from the moment she sat down in class, it was going to be a rough year. And not the good kind of rough.
But, currently sitting in study hall, was bad. Alex is sitting in her assigned seat, with her legs crossed. The skirt she’s wearing is way too short for the school dress code, but no teacher had said anything to her yet. Mrs. Barakat is walking her way, and Alex smiles at her.
“Ms. Gaskarth,” Mrs. Barakat says, running her fingers up the young girls thighs to the hem of her skirt. “Don’t you think your skirt is inappropriate?” And suddenly her fingers are disappearing under the skirt, just for Mrs. Barakat to yank them out. “And this shirt,” she mumbles, running her fingers over the v-neck. “Is showing off your boobs just perfect.”
Alex is speechless. This is not happening, she mumbles under her breath, which hitches when Mrs. Barakat presses her lips to spot just behind her ear. “M-Mrs. Barakat, what are you doing?” Alex stutters out.
Mrs. Barakat gives a breathy laugh. “I’m doing what you want me to do.” She pulls Alex’s chair around so she has better access to do what she wants. She gets down on her knees, in her pants suit, and forces Alex’s legs apart.
“Mrs. Barakat, we shouldn’t -” Alex is cut off by Mrs. Barakat biting the inside of her thigh.
“I think you should let me give your classmates watching a show,” she basically instructs Alex, as her finger moves her panties to the side. “You’re already wet from this.” Alex just nods.
Mrs. Barakat drags her finger over Alex’s opening, before letting just the tip slip in. It causes Alex to let out a small moan. Mrs. Barakat smirks, looking up at Alex, before she pulls the finger out, and then forces Alex to scoot to the edge of her seat. Alex moans much louder when Mrs. Barakat’s tongue runs along her opening and then slips in.
“Shit,” Alex drags out, automatically threading her fingers in Mrs. Barakat’s short black hair. She starts rolling her hips up to meet Mrs. Barakat’s tongue, trying to get her to tongue-fuck her deeper. Alex about loses it as Mrs. Barakat slips two fingers inside of her. Her moans get louder and she tips her head backwards, hips still rolling up to meet Mrs. Barakat’s tongue and fingers.
Mrs. Barakat pulls her tongue out and starts sucking on Alex’s clit, curling her fingers as she does so, hitting Alex’s g-spot.
“F-f-uck,” Alex moans out, as she starts shaking. She looks down to see Mrs. Barakat looking up at her, a smile in her eyes. Alex whines when Mrs. Barakat stops sucking on her clit. She’s about to pout, but then Mrs. Barakat’s tongue is slipping back inside of her, and she’s a moaning mess.
“Mrs. Barakat, shit, shit, I’m gonna -“ Alex is snapped out of her dream as someone taps her on the back.
She looks around startled. “Alex, you were like writhing around in your seat,” her best friend, Zack tells her. “You aight?” Alex just nods. “Mrs. B. was looking at you the whole time. She might say something about that whore skirt,” he smirks.
Alex sticks her middle finger up in Zack's direction. “Fuck off. You know if I liked cock, you’d totally want this.”
Zack shakes his head. “You know even if you don’t like cock, I can still want it. But I don’t. You’re not quite my type.”
Alex rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot. Your type is slut.” Alex looks up at the clock on the wall, relieved that the bell would be ringing shortly. She has two more classes before she has to see Mrs. Barakat again. She's just hoping that by the time she gets to algebra, she won't be as sexually frustrated by Mrs. Barakat.
Alex is the first one to get to her algebra class. She isn’t sure how, because she made sure to walk extra slow, and talk to people. But, nonetheless she is sitting in her seat, which is in the middle of the classroom, third row, fourth seat back.
She pulls out her math binder, as she looks over at Mrs. Barakat’s desk. Suddenly the sexual frustration from just looking at her is back. She's leaning forward on her desk, texting, and Alex could see down her blouse. “Fuck me,” Alex mutters under her breath, trying to tear her eyes away from her teacher, but she couldn’t, until Zack walks into the classroom, and just laughs at Alex.
“You’re so stupid,” Zack informs Alex as he walks past her and flicks the back of her head.
“Ow! Fuck you, dickhead,” Alex retorts, immediately covering her mouth.
“Alexandria, inappropriate language,” Mrs. Barakat scolds her student, never looking up from her phone.
Zack laughs loudly, and Alex just flipps him off again. Sometimes, she hates that her best friend is a guy.
Alex’s phone buzzes in her pocket, and she pulls it out. A text from Zack, go figure, she thinks.
From: Z 1:30pm
Imagine her punishing you for cussing. Her with a strapon, just fucking you over her desk. I have to admit, that’d be fucking hot.
Alex shakes her head, whining a bit. She does not need that image in her mind. She needs to focus on her algebra, or she’ll end up failing.
Alex sits at her desk, working on the assigned math problems. She knows what she was doing but keeps looking to her right to see Mrs. Barakat, in the same position she is at the beginning of class. Her phone goes off in her pocket again, and she sighs loudly, pulling the device out.
From: Z 2:04pm
You’re going to get caught. I know her boobs are sexy but damn stop looking.
Alex shakes her head again at him, she didn’t care if she was caught. She has images running through her mind, and this is not good. She has to focus on the homework so she doesn’t have to do it at home.
The next thing Alex knows, the bell is ringing and she hasn’t even finished three problems.
“Alexandria, I need to speak with you about what happened at the beginning of class,” Mrs. Barakat yells over the teenagers who are hurriedly packing their stuff up.
Alex groans, figuring she was going to get detention. She sits in her seat until all of her classmates have left the room. She stands up as Mrs. Barakat shuts and locks the door. She walks over to Mrs. Barakat’s desk with a confused expression on her face. She sighs, “Yeah?”
“I think you need to learn to watch your mouth,” Mrs. Barakat demands.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Barakat. It won’t happen again,” Alex mumbles, turning toward the door. “I’ll accept the detention.”
“No, come back here.” Mrs. Barakat starts to unzip her pants, and drops them, revealing a pink lace thong. Alex bites down on her lip, trying to look at anything but Mrs. Barakat slipping out of the thong as well. “We’ll clean your mouth out by having you eat me out.”
Alex about chokes on her own spit, and just stares at her teacher. She doesn't question it though. She gets down on her knees and crawls to where Mrs. Barakat just sat down in her desk chair, legs spread with a perfect view for Alex.
She rubs Mrs. Barakat’s clit with her thumb as she leaves a light pink mark on the inside of Mrs. Barakat’s left thigh. Her tongue slips easily into her teacher’s vagina, and Mrs. Barakat let’s out a loud moan in pleasure. She moves her tongue in and out repeatedly.
“God, that tongue of yours is absolutely perfect,” she mumbles out, running her hands through Alex’s short light brown hair, messing up the styling of it.
Alex moans in response to what Mrs. Barakat said. She keeps pushing her tongue in and out of her teacher, wanting to engrave the woman’s taste in her mind. She moves her tongue inside of Mrs. Barakat in small circles, making the older lady moan. She makes sure to keep her thumb rolling on the other’s clit. She feels herself getting wet from what is happening, and she makes a whining noise, wanting to get off as well.
Mrs. Barakat pushes her head away from her, and nods, knowing what the much younger girl wants. “I have a surprise for you,” she tells Alex seductively. Alex nods, eager to find out what Mrs. Barakat has in store for her. “Lay back and undress,” she instructs Alex.
Alex does as she’s told, and as soon as her underwear are gone, she starts rubbing at her clit. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan. She watches as Mrs. Barakat rummages through her bag, and then pulls out a double-sided, purple dildo. She releases her lip, and lets a small noise out, causing Mrs. Barakat to smirk.
Mrs. Barakat sits down across from Alex, moving Alex’s leg over one of hers. Her other leg slips under Alex’s, holding the dildo between them. She scoots closer to Alex, and runs the tip of the dildo across Alex’s labia, causing a small moan to be released from Alex’s throat.
She then starts to push the toy into Alex, causing her to throw her head back and her mouth to drop open. "Fuck," she moans.
"Yeah, you like that?" Mrs. Barakat asks, working the toy in and out of Alex.
Alex just lets a string of pornographic moans out in response to the older woman's question.
Mrs. Barakat smirks, scooting closer her student. Once she is close enough, she slips the toy inside herself, a small moan tumbling out of her mouth. She holds the toy between them, working it between the two of them.
Mrs. Barakat moans again, looking at Alex. "Rub yourself " she instructs the younger girl.
Alex nods, taking her right hand, supporting herself with her left hand, and rubbing her clit. She lets out a string of curse words, feeling herself grow closer to her climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna, oh my god, I’m gonna," she moans, not being able to form a coherent sentence.
Alex's phone goes off in her pocket again, pulling her out of her dream.
From: Z 2:13pm
I don't mean to interrupt your sex dream but we have a minute left in class.
Alex sighs. She looks back at him with a questioning look, silently asking if it was noticeable.
From: Z 2:13pm
Only if someone were paying attention. You were rutting against the air a good bit.
Alex hangs her head in embarrassment. She packs up quickly when the bell rings, and blushes hard as she passes Mrs. Barakat's desk. She has no idea how she is going to survive this year.
Author: xgiggles520x
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: girl!Jalex
Summary: But, as luck would have it. Alex was placed in Mrs. Barakat’s class.
Author Notes: Dedicated to Stacy. Thanks to her, Noelle, and Heather for reading, and giving me the confidence to post. I hope you enjoy!
Alex is sitting in her study hall period before lunch. Unlike other high schoolers, she fucking hated study hall, especially when she didn’t have any homework to do. She usually managed to have homework to work on, but today she hadn’t. And she hated it, because she would spend the whole period, fantasizing about the teacher that watched over the class. Also her algebra teacher. She had always been good at math, until she got placed in algebra. She was hoping to get the old man who also taught it, because she knew she’d be okay in her class. But, as luck would have it. Alex was placed in Mrs. Barakat’s class. And she knew from the moment she sat down in class, it was going to be a rough year. And not the good kind of rough.
But, currently sitting in study hall, was bad. Alex is sitting in her assigned seat, with her legs crossed. The skirt she’s wearing is way too short for the school dress code, but no teacher had said anything to her yet. Mrs. Barakat is walking her way, and Alex smiles at her.
“Ms. Gaskarth,” Mrs. Barakat says, running her fingers up the young girls thighs to the hem of her skirt. “Don’t you think your skirt is inappropriate?” And suddenly her fingers are disappearing under the skirt, just for Mrs. Barakat to yank them out. “And this shirt,” she mumbles, running her fingers over the v-neck. “Is showing off your boobs just perfect.”
Alex is speechless. This is not happening, she mumbles under her breath, which hitches when Mrs. Barakat presses her lips to spot just behind her ear. “M-Mrs. Barakat, what are you doing?” Alex stutters out.
Mrs. Barakat gives a breathy laugh. “I’m doing what you want me to do.” She pulls Alex’s chair around so she has better access to do what she wants. She gets down on her knees, in her pants suit, and forces Alex’s legs apart.
“Mrs. Barakat, we shouldn’t -” Alex is cut off by Mrs. Barakat biting the inside of her thigh.
“I think you should let me give your classmates watching a show,” she basically instructs Alex, as her finger moves her panties to the side. “You’re already wet from this.” Alex just nods.
Mrs. Barakat drags her finger over Alex’s opening, before letting just the tip slip in. It causes Alex to let out a small moan. Mrs. Barakat smirks, looking up at Alex, before she pulls the finger out, and then forces Alex to scoot to the edge of her seat. Alex moans much louder when Mrs. Barakat’s tongue runs along her opening and then slips in.
“Shit,” Alex drags out, automatically threading her fingers in Mrs. Barakat’s short black hair. She starts rolling her hips up to meet Mrs. Barakat’s tongue, trying to get her to tongue-fuck her deeper. Alex about loses it as Mrs. Barakat slips two fingers inside of her. Her moans get louder and she tips her head backwards, hips still rolling up to meet Mrs. Barakat’s tongue and fingers.
Mrs. Barakat pulls her tongue out and starts sucking on Alex’s clit, curling her fingers as she does so, hitting Alex’s g-spot.
“F-f-uck,” Alex moans out, as she starts shaking. She looks down to see Mrs. Barakat looking up at her, a smile in her eyes. Alex whines when Mrs. Barakat stops sucking on her clit. She’s about to pout, but then Mrs. Barakat’s tongue is slipping back inside of her, and she’s a moaning mess.
“Mrs. Barakat, shit, shit, I’m gonna -“ Alex is snapped out of her dream as someone taps her on the back.
She looks around startled. “Alex, you were like writhing around in your seat,” her best friend, Zack tells her. “You aight?” Alex just nods. “Mrs. B. was looking at you the whole time. She might say something about that whore skirt,” he smirks.
Alex sticks her middle finger up in Zack's direction. “Fuck off. You know if I liked cock, you’d totally want this.”
Zack shakes his head. “You know even if you don’t like cock, I can still want it. But I don’t. You’re not quite my type.”
Alex rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot. Your type is slut.” Alex looks up at the clock on the wall, relieved that the bell would be ringing shortly. She has two more classes before she has to see Mrs. Barakat again. She's just hoping that by the time she gets to algebra, she won't be as sexually frustrated by Mrs. Barakat.
Alex is the first one to get to her algebra class. She isn’t sure how, because she made sure to walk extra slow, and talk to people. But, nonetheless she is sitting in her seat, which is in the middle of the classroom, third row, fourth seat back.
She pulls out her math binder, as she looks over at Mrs. Barakat’s desk. Suddenly the sexual frustration from just looking at her is back. She's leaning forward on her desk, texting, and Alex could see down her blouse. “Fuck me,” Alex mutters under her breath, trying to tear her eyes away from her teacher, but she couldn’t, until Zack walks into the classroom, and just laughs at Alex.
“You’re so stupid,” Zack informs Alex as he walks past her and flicks the back of her head.
“Ow! Fuck you, dickhead,” Alex retorts, immediately covering her mouth.
“Alexandria, inappropriate language,” Mrs. Barakat scolds her student, never looking up from her phone.
Zack laughs loudly, and Alex just flipps him off again. Sometimes, she hates that her best friend is a guy.
Alex’s phone buzzes in her pocket, and she pulls it out. A text from Zack, go figure, she thinks.
From: Z 1:30pm
Imagine her punishing you for cussing. Her with a strapon, just fucking you over her desk. I have to admit, that’d be fucking hot.
Alex shakes her head, whining a bit. She does not need that image in her mind. She needs to focus on her algebra, or she’ll end up failing.
Alex sits at her desk, working on the assigned math problems. She knows what she was doing but keeps looking to her right to see Mrs. Barakat, in the same position she is at the beginning of class. Her phone goes off in her pocket again, and she sighs loudly, pulling the device out.
From: Z 2:04pm
You’re going to get caught. I know her boobs are sexy but damn stop looking.
Alex shakes her head again at him, she didn’t care if she was caught. She has images running through her mind, and this is not good. She has to focus on the homework so she doesn’t have to do it at home.
The next thing Alex knows, the bell is ringing and she hasn’t even finished three problems.
“Alexandria, I need to speak with you about what happened at the beginning of class,” Mrs. Barakat yells over the teenagers who are hurriedly packing their stuff up.
Alex groans, figuring she was going to get detention. She sits in her seat until all of her classmates have left the room. She stands up as Mrs. Barakat shuts and locks the door. She walks over to Mrs. Barakat’s desk with a confused expression on her face. She sighs, “Yeah?”
“I think you need to learn to watch your mouth,” Mrs. Barakat demands.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Barakat. It won’t happen again,” Alex mumbles, turning toward the door. “I’ll accept the detention.”
“No, come back here.” Mrs. Barakat starts to unzip her pants, and drops them, revealing a pink lace thong. Alex bites down on her lip, trying to look at anything but Mrs. Barakat slipping out of the thong as well. “We’ll clean your mouth out by having you eat me out.”
Alex about chokes on her own spit, and just stares at her teacher. She doesn't question it though. She gets down on her knees and crawls to where Mrs. Barakat just sat down in her desk chair, legs spread with a perfect view for Alex.
She rubs Mrs. Barakat’s clit with her thumb as she leaves a light pink mark on the inside of Mrs. Barakat’s left thigh. Her tongue slips easily into her teacher’s vagina, and Mrs. Barakat let’s out a loud moan in pleasure. She moves her tongue in and out repeatedly.
“God, that tongue of yours is absolutely perfect,” she mumbles out, running her hands through Alex’s short light brown hair, messing up the styling of it.
Alex moans in response to what Mrs. Barakat said. She keeps pushing her tongue in and out of her teacher, wanting to engrave the woman’s taste in her mind. She moves her tongue inside of Mrs. Barakat in small circles, making the older lady moan. She makes sure to keep her thumb rolling on the other’s clit. She feels herself getting wet from what is happening, and she makes a whining noise, wanting to get off as well.
Mrs. Barakat pushes her head away from her, and nods, knowing what the much younger girl wants. “I have a surprise for you,” she tells Alex seductively. Alex nods, eager to find out what Mrs. Barakat has in store for her. “Lay back and undress,” she instructs Alex.
Alex does as she’s told, and as soon as her underwear are gone, she starts rubbing at her clit. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan. She watches as Mrs. Barakat rummages through her bag, and then pulls out a double-sided, purple dildo. She releases her lip, and lets a small noise out, causing Mrs. Barakat to smirk.
Mrs. Barakat sits down across from Alex, moving Alex’s leg over one of hers. Her other leg slips under Alex’s, holding the dildo between them. She scoots closer to Alex, and runs the tip of the dildo across Alex’s labia, causing a small moan to be released from Alex’s throat.
She then starts to push the toy into Alex, causing her to throw her head back and her mouth to drop open. "Fuck," she moans.
"Yeah, you like that?" Mrs. Barakat asks, working the toy in and out of Alex.
Alex just lets a string of pornographic moans out in response to the older woman's question.
Mrs. Barakat smirks, scooting closer her student. Once she is close enough, she slips the toy inside herself, a small moan tumbling out of her mouth. She holds the toy between them, working it between the two of them.
Mrs. Barakat moans again, looking at Alex. "Rub yourself " she instructs the younger girl.
Alex nods, taking her right hand, supporting herself with her left hand, and rubbing her clit. She lets out a string of curse words, feeling herself grow closer to her climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna, oh my god, I’m gonna," she moans, not being able to form a coherent sentence.
Alex's phone goes off in her pocket again, pulling her out of her dream.
From: Z 2:13pm
I don't mean to interrupt your sex dream but we have a minute left in class.
Alex sighs. She looks back at him with a questioning look, silently asking if it was noticeable.
From: Z 2:13pm
Only if someone were paying attention. You were rutting against the air a good bit.
Alex hangs her head in embarrassment. She packs up quickly when the bell rings, and blushes hard as she passes Mrs. Barakat's desk. She has no idea how she is going to survive this year.