Sitting in class next to her, resting my hand on her thigh while she types and takes notes. She is uncomfortable and wants me to stop but she is to shy and timid to do anything. She is tall for a women and busty, bookish and and an undevoloped social personality. 

It's easy to take advantage of her since she isn't able to speak to anyone comfortably, she doesn't trust anyone. So I grab and suqeeze her till I get my fill for the hour we sit together. She shifts and squirms in her seat while I make her uncomfortable. Leggings, jeans, sweats and skirts. I'll take her legs in my hand any chance I get.

Then the day when I wanted more, more than just sitting and groping and pressing into her. She was walking down the hall after class. I followed and lingered while she followed her routine. Soon, she lead me the womens restroom, stepped in and started to take care of herself. I waited and followed in, quickly peaking under the gaps of the stalls to see if anyone was there. Vacant, beside her, alone. I wait till she opens the stall store. She sees me immediately and goes red and becomes flusteres and frightened.

She stammers, trying to speak, wanting to question why I'm there. Of course, she knows why. I push her back into the stall she was in and press her down on the seat. For a few seconds I stare at her and ponder what to do first. I decide on her top, I want it off. A button down. I tell her, she becomes red in her cheeks and her eyes swell, but no tears yet.

Choked up and unable to disagree with me she starts at the top button. Slowly with tremblings hands. When half the buttons are undone, her tits finally bloom outward, filling her boring bra built for comfort. The first tear runs down. I like it. A third of the way done with the buttons, the second tear. I snatch her cheek in with my tongue, licking upward hoping to bring more tears out. It works.

My belt loosens from my hips and i show her what I have. Finally she finds her words and says no. NO. Good girl finds her words. With her breasts hanging down and her cheeks wet with fear I grab the nape of her neck with my right hand. My left goes to her chin to pry open her mouth, I spit in her mouth. She's fully crying but not making a sound and quietly pleading. I pull myself out of my pants and shove into her mouth and push all the way to the back of her throat. I push, she pulls, I grab and she hits. Her fighting was short. My thrill was long.

I stop short of cumming, I pull out and think about to do next. She's wearing a skirt with stockings. My favorite. I tell her to stand and turn. She refuses. I tell her again. She hits me in the chest. I slap her and force her around. I hinge her forward over the seat. I pull her surprisingly soaked panties down and spit on her lips. I pull hips to her ass and tease her tight whole. She whimpers and quivers and cry. I force my way in, pumping and thrusting