Mrs. Levine takes over.

Cornered in the stall, your pulse is skyrocketing. No way out of punishment, now. Definitely suspension, maybe expulsion. Your mind is overrun with sudden fears, though the stroking sensation on your cock is definitely soothing... Wait, what?

Mrs. Levine is leaning over and gently stroking you off, eyes fixed on your manhood as she coaxes it back to full size. The solid slab of cock dwarfs her hand, gently bobbing as she teases you with the lightest of touches. Her eyes flash like a cat, toying with its prey, and her expression shows a certain devious satisfaction.

"Mmmhmmm, just what I hoped for, Mr. Doe. What have you been feeding this thing?" She purrs, seemingly unbothered by the slick girl juices coating your cock. "Oh, yes, you have grown up very nicely. I always knew you would be a catch."

"Mrs. Levine, are you... are you jerking him off? But you-- you're a teacher." Kendra asks in disbelief. Mrs. Levine strokes you more steadily now, and replies without taking her eyes off of you.

"I'm also a woman, and I know what I like. And I definitely like this, Mr. Doe. Little secret to the both of you: There's not a high school teacher alive who doesn't fantasize about her students. A sea of horny teenage boys, in their prime. Who could resist taking a taste now and then?" Mrs. Levine emphasizes her point by leaning down and wrapping her lips around your bulging head, sending a shiver along your legs. She moans hungrily, kneeling at your feet and sucking you, her tight hair bun bobbing as she picks up the pace.

Your English teacher is giving you a blowjob, and a sloppy one at that. She runs her tongue all along your shaft, sliding spit over the entire length before wolfing it back down again.

"You hung little motherfucker," she mutters, "I've wanted to get my mouth on this for so long. Oh, but you want to be a real stud, don't you?" She looks up at your dazed face, expectant. "Don't you?"

"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Levine." you tell her.

"Then you better get back over here, Kendra". Mrs. Levine calls over, beckoning with a curling index finger.