Lesson in Limits

The bell rang for sex ed, and the classroom hummed with that familiar mix of boredom and anticipation. I was eighteen, had been the volunteer more times than I could count, and the teacher knew it. "Alex, come to the board," she said, her voice crisp. I stood, smoothing my skirt, feeling eyes on me. Last week it had been a dildo demo that turned into something more; the week before, two guys had taken turns while the class took notes. Today felt different. She pointed to Jake, the tall, cocky guy who had fucked me roughly last time, all hard thrusts and no mercy. "Jake, join her. Today we demonstrate what rape looks like physically. Alex, consent is withdrawn mid-scene. Show the class the mechanics."

I met Jake's gaze and smirked. "Withdrawn already? You wish you could handle me that way again." He grinned, stepping close, his breath warm. "Last time you were dripping before I even touched you. This time it's a lesson, not a date." The class leaned in. I felt the tension coil in my stomach, horny despite the script. My pussy was already wet, but I wasn't submissive. "Try me," I shot back. "Show them how a real man fails when a woman fights back."

Jake grabbed my wrist, pulling me against the desk. "Fight all you want, Alex. The point is resistance." His hands slid under my shirt, rough but calculated. I shoved at his chest, laughing sharply. "Is that your best? My ass has more fight than that." He spun me, bending me over, hiking my skirt. "Panting already? I can feel how wet you are." His fingers brushed my dripping pussy through my panties. "Wet doesn't mean willing, remember?" I twisted, elbowing him lightly. "Cocky bastard. Last time you came in two minutes. Let's see if the class learns anything new."

He freed his hard cock, pressing it against me. The class watched, some shifting uncomfortably, others fascinated. "Blowjob first for demonstration," the teacher instructed. I dropped to my knees willingly for the show, taking him in my mouth, tongue swirling. "That's it, show them technique," Jake groaned, hands in my hair. I pulled back, witty as ever. "Technique for what? Forcing? You couldn't force water from a stone." He hauled me up, bending me again, yanking my panties aside. His cock thrust in hard, stretching my pussy. I gasped, pushing back against him. "Harder? That's what you call rough? My vibrator does better."

Sweating now, the room hot, Jake pounded into me, one hand on my hip, the other gripping my ass. "You love this, don't deny it. Your pussy's clenching like it wants to keep me." I moaned, fighting the pleasure, voice sharp. "It's called biology, idiot. Doesn't mean I want you. Show them the struggle." He flipped me onto the desk, legs spread, thrusting deep. I clawed at his back, panting, "Cum if you must, but the class sees I'm still in control." His rhythm faltered as he came, hot cum filling me. I arched, my own orgasm hitting, dripping down my thighs. "Lesson over? Pathetic."

The teacher nodded approval. Jake pulled out, both of us sweating and panting. I stood, adjusting my clothes with a grin. "Next time pick someone who lasts." He winked. "Challenge accepted for chapter two."

The bell rang, but the air crackled with unfinished business.