Jasmine writes something brash

“Everet is such a hopeless perv that he spends all his free time jacking off, imagining that he was actually deep inside a girl’s womb with his huge dick.”

I smiled as the words slowly sloughed off the paper, mesmerizing in it’s almost magical feel.

“He just cums and cums, covering himself in so much of his disgusting perv-juices, wishing that any girl would just give him a chance to put it in.”

I added little hearts and flowers around the edges of the dissipating words.

Everet is going to be livid when he sees this!

“Uh, Jasmine? What did you write in that?”

I looked up to see the aforementioned boy standing in front of our desk, just returned after having sex with the teacher up front as part of our daily “fucking 101” lesson. His cheeks looked flushed, his massive hard-on was slowly shrinking in his pant leg. I knew even after it was soft the thing would be super obvious in anything but the loosest jeans, and even then you could see it if you were looking for it (not that I ever was, yuck).

I giggled, putting on a bashful smile with a hand over my mouth in a dainty way, trying to eek out a little more emotion from the contemptuous boy.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out!” I said once I’d re-positioned myself back below the desk and in my usual seat, waiting for this big-dicked boy to sit back down so I could go back to cock-warming.

He looked positively livid, I smiled ever wider.

“Fine, you want to be the fucked up bitch? I can play that game too.” he said as he sat, the sounds of scribbling reaching my ears as I started to warm up his huge dick with my hand. I drooled spit along its huge length as I went, focused on my job above all else at the moment. Weird, I’d think after having sex with the teacher like that he’d taste a little different...

“No one ever gives me a chance… I’m nice, I’ve waited… it’s not my fault I’ve got a whore for a mother and an impossible need…”

The soft rantings just kept going and going.

I popped the end inside my mouth, quickly moving far enough so it slid down my throat with ease. Ah, feels like home.

The scribbling stopped.

“Wha-oh, oh my god.” the boy said.

“You put it in, you actually put it in!” he exclaimed.

yeah, duh.

What was he on about now, of course I’d put his dick down my throat-hole, how else would I warm his dick?

Weird how he seemed to be so enamored with the attention, he was a moaning mess in moments as I lovingly coaxed warmth into his big dick. As always his cock head was clearly visible in my throat, making me look like I had the biggest, widest adams apple in existence (or at least some of my friends had told me such, that's right, I'm the baddest bitch).

Basically he came down my throat in record time, and with a surprisingly large load considering he’d just exploded inside the teacher a minute before.

“F-fuuuck. I need more of that!” Everet seemed to say to no one.

Seriously, what was up with the idiot, talking about no one giving him a chance or other weird nonsense.

Still the words sounded sort of familiar to me…

I shrugged, gulping down the last helping of that huge load, feeling the gunky stuff sticking and clogging all the way down my soft neck-hole, small scribbling noises coming from just over me.