All the while, her eyes remained transfixed on Danny's growing and raging hard-
on which had immediately leapt from 90-degrees to 12:00 o'clock high. His stiff prick
was now pointing toward the ceiling, pre-cum AND pre-ejaculatory juices oozing
generously from his bubbling slit.

Angela's violent orgasm was not lost on Danny as his entire body tensed up. His
thoroughly-spanked (and almost devoured) buttocks muscles became extremely taut; his
facial head thrust back as far as physically possible; and he squealed piercingly and
deafeningly with pure ecstasy and elation as his eighteen-year-old erection finally
erupted, ejaculated, fired, squirted, overflowed, shot its load- and whatever else a healthy
boner does- some eight to nine thrusts of white and sticky semen, partially on the floor
but mostly onto Angela's exposed tummy, privates, and upper thighs. Twice he got her in
the face. Direct and powerful hits!

With each thrust his entire body joined his pelvis as he pumped the air with all of
the energy a teen can muster. Each thrust grew stronger rather than weaker. Strangely
enough, not once did he touch his volcanic shaft but rather fucked the air with all his
might. His maddening humping ranged from an almost sit-down position to an almost
back-flip as his entire body arched like never before. He shuddered from head to foot
with ultimate delight as he repeatedly screamed one word- and one word only- with each
thrust of his pelvis:
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The look of surprise on Danny's face during his sexual release revealed what
Danny would later acknowledge- that he was, indeed, a late bloomer- that, throughout his
adolescence, he had experienced continual erections and oodles of pre-cums, but no
slippery, ejaculatory juices and certainly no orgasms- at least not wet ones. This was his
very first wet orgasm ever- and all in the context of being wedgied, pantsed, tickle-
tortured, underpantsed, ball-squeezed, oil-massaged, butt-plugged, and spanked royally
on the bare buttocks by, and in the presence of, a teenage girl who was as nasty and
vengeful as she was beautiful and attractive. Whatever had blocked his anxious pecker
from firing during all of those frustrating adolescent years- a female classmate had finally
released his firing pin.

And he was most grateful!
He kissed Angela on the lips and then inserted his potent tongue to the very back
of her throat. She swallowed it whole and then donated her own tongue to the cause. The
lad then put both of his hands on his head and, in total surrender to her, invited her to
place him in the OTK spanking position again- over both of her knees. She gladly
obliged him and, with each additional spank, he rewarded her with an additional thrust of
boy power against her lap. Further excited by his additional thrusts and further dampened
by his semen, she came to repeated and intense orgasmic heights.

Angela then gave Danny a further gift. Grasping his dripping, still-erect tool in
both her hands, she sucked him off in her mouth and then milked him until he seemed
bone-dry. She then removed her blouse and bra, took his face in her hands, and led his
hungry mouth to her naked, awaiting teats. Her firm nipples were as erect as his drenched
stick. He ate her alive- while remaining hungry for more. She then, ever so
affectionately, gripped his dripping dink and rubbed its head across her pointed nipples
and full breasts.

Her panties already down, Angela then lifted her skirt, revealing to Danny a
drenched vagina entry and an enlarged, blood-gorged clitoris. She then impaled herself
onto Danny's inviting stiffie- sending both of them into clouds and screams of ecstasy.
The scent of adolescent hormones filled the art room as they both copulated for the very
first time. It appeared that all was forgiven and forgotten as Danny finally got to see what
was under the skirt that he had so frequently lifted- and under the panties that he had so
successfully and sneakily dropped.

Sadly, however, Danny got more than his due that day.
As we left the art room, Angela somehow managed to bump into Danny, still
naked and still in his first orgasmic trance. He tripped over a box of recently-delivered
drawing paper and landed flat across the paper cutter that had been carelessly left open.
Initially, there was no damage to Danny as he fell onto the art utensil's metal
cutter. It was when he tried to get up that the tragedy occurred. Angela, after crashing
into him, had gone over to help him rise but somehow, and for some reason, his boner-
still red and dripping wet- got wedged between the steel cutter blade and the wooden
base. As his right hand sought balance to stand up, he obviously pressed down on the
blade and severed his still-quivering pecker at its very base. He had unwittingly, it would
seem, sliced off his own semen-shooter with his own hand.

As I look back, I could have sworn that, at least for a brief moment, a smirk had
crossed Angela's face. I immediately dismissed it. How could that be after such
pleasurable oral and genital sex?

The lad's poor balls received a similar and dissimilar fate: they were both sliced
in half by the devastating blade. As if the make-shift guillotine wasn't satisfied with
Danny's irreplaceable prick, the harsh blade also coveted both of his equally irreplaceable
macadamias, chopping each down the center, tasting both the nerve centers and the
remnant white juices still lingering deep within his precious nuts.

Later, Angela said that as she gazed at Danny's bloody boner on the art room
floor, she had observed one final thrust from a matchless prick that would never thrust
again. She said that she was grateful that the boy who had exposed her panties so often
had been the same boy who had penetrated her - and upon whose wondrous shaft she had
been impaled. She spoke of a sense of pride in being the only person to have ever tasted
Danny's dick: a dick severed by a steel blade, a sugar-coated dick which throbbed for the
last time on an art room floor instead of inside a human cavity, a dick that would never be
tasted by another.

Weeks later, however, I learned that Angela was the student who had left the
paper cutter unlocked and open on the art table. A teacher had reminded her at the end of
class to secure it but she had obviously ignored his instruction. I also later learned that
Angela had placed the box of art drawing paper on the floor next to the paper cutter, just
hours before bumping into Danny and sending him sprawling onto the cutter. But the real
clincher was this: just days before, Angela had been seen sharpening the paper cutter.
When asked why she was sharpening a school's paper to improve its hacking
power, she had murmured: "I'm servicing it for my favorite dick!"

Danny's very first orgasm- delayed until he was eighteen- was also his very last
orgasm. To this day, he doesn't remember his hand touching the steel blade at all, let
alone slicing off his throbbing member, though he does recall Angela bumping into him
and helping him up.

The good news is that Danny never again had a hard-on for bullying other kids.
The sad news is that Danny never had any kind of a hard-on again.
By the way, yesterday, another boy lifted Angela's dress in Social Studies- once
again revealing her tight bikini panties. Every boy in the classroom gleefully witnessed
it- up close. Some were so near to the scene that they easily spotted thin slivers of brown,
pubic hair on either side of her crotch and a wet spot in the center. The sign-out sheet for
the boy's bathroom that period was so long that some of the signatures needed to avail
themselves of the margin space.

Angela angrily called the perpetrator a "dick" but just seconds later a bright glow
of satisfaction came across her face as she headed for the art room.

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