Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

What was later to be dubbed the greatest spectacle of all time at Fairview High was over. Brad, Liz, Jen and Marcus had ‘performed’ a presentation about sex for their final exam in their Life Management course. The teacher – Mr. Miller – had not been present for the performance, but still gave the presentation a grade of 100% when the class demonstrated their approval by cheering and clapping loudly upon its conclusion and his coincidental return.

Some of the students in that particular class were somewhat the worse for wear when Mr. Miller returned. Christine Fulton, for example, was sporting a torn shirt that exposed her left breast for all to see. She made no effort to cover herself up as her hormones were still raging after having ravaged Justin Campbell. This was a rather odd coupling given that Justin was president of the school Chess Club while Christine was the school’s head cheerleader. At this moment, however, Christine did not care. She merely returned Justin’s wide grin while continuing to smear his cum around her cheekbones in a vain attempt to disguise it as skin cream for Mr. Miller’s benefit.

Perhaps the worst off was Mary Kessler, a prissy Catholic girl who had never so much as been noticed during her entire tenure at Fairview High. Yet after today, she would go down in history as one of the most popular – if not infamous – people ever to attend the school. Mary had enjoyed the sex presentation so much that she had actually participated – though that was not the plan. As it turns out, Mary was a ‘squirter’, thus when she came, she subsequently soaked her tan khakis as her juices flowed from her pussy, through her panties, down her legs, and finally culminating in a small puddle beneath her desk. When Mr. Miller asked Mary to explain her situation, she admitted that the sex presentation was so good that she had cum all over herself. Taken aback, Mr. Miller awarded the presentation full marks and retreated to his desk staring at his pencils, unable to say more. He sat there for a few moments, unconsciously aware of the faint marks on the desktop that seemed to resemble someone’s bare butt.

That is where our story begins.

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Mr. Miller was clearly not entirely concentrating on his class. A whole host of things was running through his mind. He thought of the penis enlarger that he had not ordered, yet received under his name. “Probably a prank,” he told himself. Looking up he saw that cheerleader girl, Christine in the corner, her breast still exposed though now she was finally pulling on a sweater. “That was clearly cum on her face,” he thought, “but with that Justin kid? Not a chance. I must be dreaming.”

But no matter what ran through his mind, Mr. Miller always came back to Mary; his precious Mary. She had been the only student who had actually been a pleasure to teach. Mary was a petite, attractive brunette who, despite not being popular, always managed to dress somewhat provocatively. Today, for example, she wore those tight tan khakis he liked so much. They hugged her ass so tightly he–

“What am I thinking?!?” Mr. Miller stopped himself. She was a student, and he was the teacher. These were not thoughts he should have – especially for Mary. She was so pure, so innocent. “Yet how innocent could she be?” he thought, “did she really cum in her khakis?” Mr. Miller looked over at Mary and down at the floor below her. There was definitely a puddle there. She had definitely soaked herself something fierce. The insides of her pant legs were wet. Her crotch had been completely soaked. And since Mary’s pants were tan, the wetness showed what was underneath quite easily. She was wearing black panties. Undoubtedly they were soaked too. Soaked with her feminine juices as the seeped from her tight pussy–

“Dammit!” Mr. Miller scolded himself. He suddenly realized he had said this out loud and now the entire class was staring at him. How much time had passed? He gave a quick look up at the clock and saw that only a few seconds had passed.