PART 2 CAROLYN
You speed down the hall trying to make it to your appointment on time. By appointment you mean your 8:40 blow job you have to give your science teacher. Yah it's gonna be awkward and gross giving it to him but how else are you supposed to get amazing grades your parents expect you to have? When you go into the class room you find him sitting at his desk head-on papers. "Ah miss Carolyn, here for the you know" he trailed off not exactly wanting to say it. You have to admit he was pretty hot, Mr. Carpenter had always been your favorite teacher. He was so mature looking with his khakis and polo shirt, and you love mature and older men. "Yah I'm here, and if you want anything more then just me sucking your cock" you walk over to him and sit on his lap "just get rough and fuck me whenever you feel like" so what if your a virgin, this is what you've dreamed of, and why not do it with a college boy. He could know some stuff. You grab his bulge and start massaging it, be let's out a throaty moan and bites his lips "you are such a tease he says blow me ready" he says clearly eager. You pull his pants down and stare at the huge length. You take breath and start to lick th top while squeezing his balls. All he says is "10 full inches" and before you can say anything you feel his cock push the back of your throat. Which makes you gag but be doesn't stop. "Ahh!!" He yells "oh fuck I'm gonna-" but he is cut off because right then and there be releases all in your mouth. The load was huge! Enough to fill a wine glass even! Finally he grabs your throat and throws you on the desk and yells "I need you now!" With that he pulls down your white shorts and panties and plunges himself in you with out warning."Fuck!!" You scream in a voice that is so high you can't believe it's yours. The pain is awful but yet pleasurable. You whimper"Farther Aaron farther!!" You were so close to your high you couldn't stand it. One final trust was all it took and you squirted all over him, then he released all over your stomach. You were both so tired you could barely dress yourselves. Your almost out of the room and he says seductively "better not be late tonight" and you have him a confused look, "because I'm chaporoning the school party, meet me here at 10" and with that you hurry to class, or try to hurry, because you could barely walk.
