The Wet Diary (part 1)

ight be for the next couple days. Then I ran into Mr Cleff, who was accidentally coming at me down the hall. As we approached each other, I quickly decided to just pretend the whole thin

ely going at it somewhere. I must have been moaning or something. A hand suddenly touched me, and I was startled. It was my mom. She was

scumbag had followed Mom and wanted to see me having an orgasm as I slept. I brushed Mom off and assured her I was just having a bad dream. That as

to face my issues. I really didn't even consider that Mr Cleff might just comple

f I made a complete ass of myself, at least Mr Cleff was not likely to say anything about it to anyone. I hardly ate any lunch. I knew I was either going to make a damn fool out of mysel

dn't even thought of an excuse to even be there. I just hadn't thought this through at all. I sort of stood there nervously looking around. The small room was cluttered with cleaning supplies. Two large white tanks lined o

od square in front of me. A clear thought would not even form in my head. I couldn't have even strung enough words toget

wrong?" He f

. It just sorta popped

my cheek. It didn't work. The tear started trailing down my cheek. Mr Cleff was still holding his napkin and gently reached for my fa

for me. I can't really tell you exactly who moved first, he or I, but the next thing I knew, I had my lips pressed up against his. His arms enveloped me and practically lifted me off the floor. Somehow my hand found a

first, I thought it was his arm, and then I realized he was still cupping my face. My God, it was his cock, and it was pressing against my stomach. I couldn't believe the thing could really be that damn big. In my dreams of having se

from the door, which swung shut. He turned the lock on the knob. There was a small throw-bolt latch on the inside of the doorframe, and he slid it to lock the door from the inside. A wide pus

unding and my breath quicken. I felt my knees start to weaken, and suddenly he clasped my arms and firmly pulled me up against him again. I was kinda in

ble, and I should have been somewhat prepared for what was next. His loose work pants dropped away easily. He was wearing dark-colored boxers, and I slid them down toward his knees. I could not believe my eyes. The le

ht out. Mr Cleff had the kind of cock that a girl could wrap both of her fists around like a baseball bat and still have enough poking out to play with. Its size and heft were simply awe

ue up and down his shaft. I probed more places than I had ever encountered before. Damn, I was having fun playing with all this. My knees sort of began to distract me, so

rticular attention to the tender spot just beneath his shaft. Mr Cleff was standing near the center of the little room, but as I continued working on him, he beg

ll treatment. By now Mr Cleff's cock was hanging just about straight out. I had enough spit on it to give it a very nice shine. I happened to glance forward toward his workbench, and there on the bench was a pictu