History

You split up from Rachel and head to Ms. Bryant's history class. Normally this would excite you, given Ms. Bryant's position of hottest teacher in the school, but you're still distracted over what to do in your situation with Sarah and Rachel.

You arrive in the classroom as Ms. Bryant proceeds to write down the topics of todays class, the Revolutionary War. Her sweet, round ass on display in a rather short black skirt, the skin of her back barely discernible through her white silk blouse and her legs wrapped in tan nylons. You've always wondered if she doesn't try to seduce students on purpose.

The bell rings to signal the start of class and, for the most part, you are lost in a daze.

"John!"

You snap back to reality as you hear Ms. Bryant's voice cut through the haze, "Yes Ms. Bryant?"

"I asked you to explain the reasons that King George did not commit more troops to the land campaigns during the war?"

"What?" The class laughs at you and Ms. Bryant puts on a dissapointed face.

"Usually you are much sharper than that John. Please remain after class, I want to talk to you." The bell rings, signalling lunch, "Well now, what timing."

Ms. Bryant calls out the homework and the class filters out as she returns to her desk, motioning you to follow.

You make your way to the teachers desk and Ms. Bryant smiles, "No need to worry John, I'm not going to bite, instead I wish to give you a chance to redeem yourself; with an oral exam."

Wondering what Ms. Bryant meant by that, she closes the few feet between you and suddenly pulls you into a kiss. Her tongue pushes past your lips and caresses your palate as your mind goes haywire. Ms. Bryant's 32D's press into your chest and your dick starts to grow out of pure instinct as you begin to panic. She steers you against the blackboard and moves one hand to cup your balls through your jeans. You grunt into her mouth, as lust replaces uncertainty and you push you own tongue into Ms. Bryant's wanton mouth.

She breaks the kiss after savouring your new found willingness and says, "That's much better, it'll be more fun if I don't have to **** you; not that I wouldn't mind."

Her hand rubs your balls through the stiff fabric of your jeans and you moan as you feel you semen boil in your testes, you're going to cum from Ms. Bryant simply fondling you through your clothes.

Your knees give out as you release the largest torrent of spunk you have ever produced, six full spurts shoot out caught by your pants making them soak through with moisture. Ms. Bryant laughs, "Damn, what a shame, if you had held on I would have let you go in my mouth; you stud."

"Now, now, Jeanine. You'll get your play yet." Your eyes uncross and you look up into the face of the Vice Principle, who's smiling evily down at you, "Can you walk Mr. John?"

The world goes dark as you faint.