Just daydreaming about sitting in class when my seatmate reaches a hand over to put it on my thigh. I don't want to make a scene, so I just push him off. A minute later, his hand is back. I push it off again.
He puts his hand back, this time grabbing my thigh roughly. I try to pull it off, but I can't, so I give up and try to focus on the lecture. It's made harder by his hand creeping up my thigh.
His fingers dig into my inner thigh for a minute, and I hope he's done. After a second, his hand moves higher, and his thumb brushes my clit through my panties.
I try to pull away, but his grip on me tightens. I consider calling out for help, but I really don't want everyone to see what he's doing to me.
He brushes my clit for a moment, and then his hand sneaks up, sliding down my panties. I bite my lip, trying to shut my legs. He reaches over with his other hand, pulling them apart.
He leans over to whisper in my ear. "God slut, you're so wet."
He's right, though I don't want to admit it. His fingers slide around in my panties, rubbing every inch of skin.
Finally he dips a single finger inside me, and it feels so good I almost whimper. I close my eyes in pleasure as his finger pushes as far in as it can go. My legs fall open.
He fingers me for a bit, adding a couple more fingers, and I keep my eyes shut, all my energy focused on staying quiet.
"Good girl, slut." He says softly. "You're putting on such a good show for us."
My eyes snap open, only to realize that everyone is looking at me. I attempt to pull away, but I can't get anywhere.
He lifts me up, putting me on the desk in front of us. The lecturer falls silent, watching us.
A couple guys help him pin me down. He rips off my panties, flipping up my skirt so everyone can see. I hear the sound of a zipper.
He isn't gentle. He slams into me with all he has, and I cry out, begging him to stop. I look down at the lecturer, eyes pleading.
He has his own cock out, stroking it to the sight of me.
