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“Sweetie don’t worry. I wanted your cum and we don’t have all day in here. You’ll do better next time.” Next time? Did she just say next time? “Of course you can’t tell ANYONE about this.” Mrs. B. helped me arrange my toga and made sure my zipper was up. Students hooted when we left the closet.

After a few spurts his cock stopped orgasming and started to soften again in her mouth. Suckling on his cock until it had returned to its original size, Sarah moved down to his balls and began to give them the same treatment. Almost roughly she reached underneath his thighs and brought them forward, sucking in both at once into her mouth. She sucked and slurped, rolling his balls around her mouth with her tongue. Sarah was desperate, coercing his cum factories to produce another round of fun for her.

Still, she made me nuts. When the class would be working on an in-class assignment, she would float around the room, answering questions and offering advice. She always paused at my desk, squeezed my shoulder or rubbing it a little and ask if I needed help. I thought she kept touching me longer than she did with the other kids, massaging my shoulder or sliding her hand down to the middle of my hunched over back. I would break out in a sweat whenever she touched me, and my cock, which was in the teenage stage of always being semi hard, would become rigid and strain against the fabric of my underwear and pants.