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Bill rubbed her knees, the hard tiles already starting to sting. “You get used to it,” Ms. Carter said, “Or at least I did.”

Bill stretched, “Do you come here a lot?” She assumed she must to know the men by name, to have the rapport already displayed. But she also wasn’t sure what else to say, and the alternative was staring.

“Just about every weekend I don’t have my kids,” Ms. Carter said grabbing a large water bottle from the counter. She offered the water to Bill, “It was last year during my divorce, I was on a date with this woman also a recent divorcée but she spent most of the date talking about her ex. Turns out she followed him here, and filed for divorce right after. The date didn’t work out but the thought of this place stuck in my mind until I eventually gave it a try.”

Bill’s mind raced with the details. Ms. Carter was on a date with a woman, wait until Tasha heard that Ms. Carter was queer too. Adding her to the list of confirmed bi teachers alongside Ms. Newton and Mr. Ward, Bill was starting to question if all the teachers at CHS were queer.

Wait, could she tell Tasha about all of this? Tasha could keep a secret, right? Could Bill honestly keep all of this from her best friend? She was spiraling when Ms. Carter pulled her from the mental haze.

“Looks like we’ve got a visitor.” Bill followed her gaze to a fresh cock sticking through the wall. White, 8, 8 and a half inches, a bulging vein ran along the shaft, and his balls hung large.

She handed the bottle of water back to Ms. Carter before kneeling before the fresh stranger. Bill used what she’d already learned from her first two, using her spit as lube. She cradled his balls, massaging as she stroked, taking him into her mouth. Bill had always been a quick learner.

“Take it deeper,” Ms. Carter instructed from over Bill’s shoulder. Bill pushed forward, the cock sliding over her tongue to the back of her throat. She coughed, gagging on it, forcing it to recoil globs of spit landing on her thighs. “Good, again,” she said, gently rubbing Bill’s shoulder.

Bill recomposed herself, taking him into her mouth once again. She gagged again, pulling back, “Relax, you’ve got this.” It took a few more failed attempts and on one occasion Bill thought she was on the verge of throwing up. But with Ms. Carter’s praise and encouragement she continued.

“Just a bit more,” Ms. Carter purred in Bill’s ear. Her eyes were watering, she removed her hand, only two fingers between her lips and the base of his cock. She fought the urge to pull back when her stomach revolted, she was so close. She retched, spit drooling down her chin.

She preened as the last bit slid into her mouth, her nose pressed against the stubble of his regrowing pubes. Her spit soaked chin against his balls. And chills running down her spine as Ms. Carter told her, “Good job.”

Bill pulled back gasping for air as lines of spit draped from her mouth to the cock. The knowledge of her success filled her with pride. Ms. Carter cupped her cheek, “That was great. You don’t need to do it all the time, but some of the guys will request it. Or some of them, I’ll point them out, go a lot faster if you do. Frank is just perfect for practice,” she said pressing a finger to the tip of the dick, pushing it down and releasing to let it flick back up.

Ms. Carter gestured back to the cock, and Bill took the meaning. Her hand pumping over the shaft, she worked into a decent pace. Frank remained silent but Bill could feel the throbbing of his cock. She pushed him deep into her throat once again, wanting to please Frank but also Ms. Carter. Practicing as Ms. Carter said. Each time it became a little easier only leading to an occasional gagging.

Frank knocked on the wall. Bill turned to ask Ms. Carter what that meant, but she was already answering, “It means he’s about to finish.” Bill nodded and wrapped her lips around his tip, stroking until the final moments before he erupted across her tongue.

Her mouth filled with the taste of his salty seed. She held it in her mouth as Ms. Carter had instructed on the first guy. She licked the last drop of cum from the tip before he retreated. She held her mouth open for Frank to see, but Ms. Carter spoke, “He won’t look. Hugh doesn’t talk, look, touch, anything but stick his dick in and roll down the clock.

Bill swallowed, “Hugh? I thought you said his name was Frank.”

Ms. Carter laughed, “He doesn’t talk so I don’t know his name. I play a little Rumplestiltskin with him. I’m sure if I guess his name he’ll finally talk to me.” Bill chuckled.

The timer on the wall whirred as Rumplestiltskin left. 21:04:01