The Semen Stall

Miss Kroll was your 3rd period Government teacher. She was primarily known for three things around your high school. First, she was hot, especially for a teacher. Standing around 5" 3", she had this curly dirty brown hair that went to her shoulders. Big blue eyes, cute hipster glasses, and protruding red lips. She had a nice body as well from what you could tell. Being a teacher she wasn't able to dress as proactively as some of your classmates. Still, she pushed the limits for someone in a position of authority. Her medium-sized perky breasts were always showing a little cleavage. Her standard black skirt hugged every curve of her shapely ass.

The second thing she was known for was being so young. She apparently graduated from your same high school 4 years ago. She went to college, got her degree, then came right back to teach. That would've put her at about 23. That likely contributed to the last thing she was known for. She acted just like a high school student. She ate with the "cool" women during lunch, she hit on the good looking guys, and she used words such as "like" and "duh" way too often.

You didn't have a personal issue with her though aside from her constant essays and difficult grading. She was always nice to you during the few times you spoke. That's probably why, even though you just made a pact with Principal Foster, you still asked her why Miss Kroll was the next target.

"John, what's your grade in that class?" You responded that you had a B. "Did you know that Cindy, Sabrina, and all those other slutty bitches have A grades?" You didn't....considering that your shoe size was higher then their combined IQ, that seemed impossible. Principal Foster continued, "Scott, Drummond, and all the rest of those jocks have A grades too. Miss Kroll likes to wave grades in front of their faces to get them to hang out with her. She lowers your grade then raises theirs so the curve isn't thrown. You're never going to get higher than a B in her class. Since Scott may, if she's lucky, let her fondle his balls, he'll always have an A."

That turned your opinion of Miss Kroll right away. It explained why you always had to work harder in her class. It explained why she always gave essays; something subjective so she could justify giving "A" grades to the popular crowd. She went from an educator who needed a little more maturing to a manipulative bitch stuck in high school.

As you both approached Miss Kroll's class, the 2nd period bell rang. A flood of students left her classroom. As you tried to enter Principal Foster pulled you back into a small corner. "Alright John, here's the plan".

It was kind of brilliant. You would enter as the bell rang and proclaim to Miss Kroll that you needed her to cum. Principal Foster would offer to cover her class while she helped you empty your sack. Your job was to keep her away from her class for the entire period; all 75 minutes. Principal Foster suggested an additional 15 as well so she could carry out her portion.

Principal Foster would hold a pop quiz while Miss Kroll was gone. She would use a test from the book and Scantron sheets to grade. That way no one could accuse her of any bias. After class she would take them straight to the computer lab and get them graded. Then she could ask Miss Kroll how her "A" students all apparently failed the same test.

The best part was that Principal Foster said you could do whatever you wanted with Miss Kroll. It just needed to take up a half an hour of the day. As the bell rang and you entered the classroom you proclaimed to everyone that you needed to shoot your load. Miss Kroll smiled, "sure John, we're all here for you!" You told everyone that only Miss Kroll could help, and that you needed her to help you somewhere specific. "Sure John, but are you sure we can't do it here? I don't want to deprive your classmates of learning" she said in a panicked voice.

Principal Foster stepped in and said she'd take over. You grabbed Miss Kroll's hand and led her outside the class room. You smiled; this would be the first anxiety-free sexual experience of the day. Little did you know how close you would come to screwing up Principal Foster's plan....