My mom and stepdad can suck it, I'm taking the A!

His cock looks good for an older guy. I don’t know if he grooms hoping to get lucky or if he gets it more than once a year. The bright spot thing is kind of creepy, but to be honest, I’ve fantasized about having sex in a classroom, so maybe this is the universe’s way of fulfilling one of my fantasies.

He asks me, “Do we have a deal?”

I say “Change my grade first.”

He waddles over to his computer and sits in his chair. I hear the clicks of his keyboard and he turns the monitor around so I can see he did indeed change it to an A.

He leans back in his chair, spreads his legs and watches me. I ignore his creepy stare and get down on my knees in front of him.

The only other cock I had ever touched before was Nathan’s. Mr. Perkins was similarly proportioned but he keeps it a lot neater than Nathan. I was picking his pubic hairs out of my teeth for two hours after I got home from prom night.

I stroke Perkins’ cock with my hand for a minute, spreading the dribbling precum up and down his shaft.

I said I wasn’t going to look at his face but I look up anyway. He is staying quiet, presumably to avoid attracting any attention, so all I can go on is facial cues. He looks very happy, but he has an expectant look on his face.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth. His precum doesn’t taste bad, and his cock is cleaner than I expected for an older adult

The ice cream cone trick works well on him. My tongue swirling all around the head of his cock generates a few pleased grunts and sighs. Nathan wasn’t a fan of it as much so I’m pleased to see Mr. Perkins is a little more textbook. I take more of him in and then start bobbing up and down slowly, gradually picking up speed and taking more of him in, sucking gently.

I’m not going to full on deep throat him, so the last inch remains untouched, but I use my hands to caress his balls, using my fingertips and I can feel his hands on my shoulders with his fingers squeezing them. I don’t know when the last time he had his cock out in the presence of a woman but I’d wager it has been a while.

His cock is rock hard. I stand up. He stands up, pulls my shirt off and then removes my bra with the flair of someone who has done this far more than once a year. He fondles my breasts and tweaks my hard-as-stone nipples. I can’t help but moan a little bit as he applies pressure to them. I keep one of my hands active on his cock, admiring the length and I feel the accumulation of moisture between my thighs. I never dreamed I’d be turned on by this but my god I am looking forward to feeling him inside me.

He turns me around and presses his cock against the small of my back, still massaging my breasts and nipples. Then he slides a hand inside the waistband of my jeans and down between my thighs. He strokes softly and the pressure of his fingers and the feeling of the material of my thong is electrifying. He pulls back a little and slides his hand inside my thong, spreads my labia wide and rubs and teases my clit. I moan loudly and back against him. I can feel the hot wetness seeping out of my pussy.

He pulls his hand out of my pants, undoes my belt and jeans and yanks them down to my knees. He doesn’t even bother pulling my thong down, he just pulls the crotch to the side. I feel the hard, hot head of his cock pushing against my labia. I lean forward over his desk and he slides in. I feel his balls against me when he is all the way in.

“Oh god, fuck me.” As if on cue, he begins sliding in and out. He feels different – more gentle and obviously experienced – and I feel the intensity building inside me. Nathan was pretty much tried to mimic porn movies so it was a lot more aggressive.

He varies the depth and rhythm, keeping it steady and predictable long enough for me to get accustomed to it before catching me off guard and changing it up on me. I reach between my legs and rub my clit to help things along for me. He starts off holding on to my hips, but eventually his hands migrate to my breasts, which forces me to stand up straighter, changing the angle.

Then he moves his hands to my shoulders and pushes them down to the desk, bending me all the way forward. The desk is one of those old metal desks, and it is very cold to the touch and sends electricity through my nipples and breasts which are pressed all the way against it. I orgasm, moaning loudly.

The sounds of my orgasm shift him into a more familiar rhythm. He doesn’t quite jackhammer, but he is plowing into me faster and harder. I orgasm two more times before he goes deep one last time, holds it there, and then hear his grunts of pleasure. I feel the pulsing of his cock against the lips of my pussy telling me all I need to know. After a minute he hands me some paper towels to at least sort of clean up what is going to ooze out of my pussy.

He redresses and sits back down. I turn around and look at him. “Miss Gailliard, that was even better than I imagined. You have your A, enjoy the rest of your day."

I pull my jeans back up and secure them along with my belt. I bend down to the floor and pick up my bra and tee shirt.