A Date With Mr. Larkin

It was a tough decision to make but after some input from April, Amy decided to give in to Mr. Larkin's text.

"At least he won't be bragging to everyone in school about getting to third base with you. Not if he wants to keep his job…" April reasoned.

Amy twirled her hair, dreading the thought of dealing with any of the guys. Before her misfortune there was a time she could have chosen any of the hottest guys she wanted. Now she was **** to choose between special ed students or their teacher.

Perhaps there was an important lesson in all of this, about making moral decisions and trying to be a better person, but it was all lost on Amy. She was still as shallow as she had been, though humbled slightly.

"You're so smart, April. I'm sorry we weren't better friends before…"

"Think nothing of it." April said, rolling her eyes. "I certainly don't…"

Amy gave her a hug before responding to Mr. Larkin's text message.

<Just got home. Call you soon.>

"I'll let you know how the date goes." She said, leaving April's car.

In her bedroom, she shut the door so her parents wouldn't overhear anything.

Dialing slowly, she called Mr. Larkin's number. He picked up almost immediately.

"Hello? Is this Mr. Larkin?" Amy asked.

"Who else would it be, bitch? It's my fucking cell phone." He snapped.

"Sorry, I just wanted to make sure. You don't have to be so mean." Amy whined.

"Whatever. I'm glad you called. I have a fun evening planned for us tonight. And of course, your attendance is mandatory…"

"Ha, well I don't have a car. And my parents aren't giving me rides until my grades pick up again." She laughed, thinking she'd outsmarted him.

"That's fine. I'll pick you up in half an hour. Wear something…sexy. And don't make me wait…"

"Ugh, fine. You're such a jerk."

She hung up on him, pouting. There wasn't much time to prepare.

Her first step was getting in the shower. She hurried into the bathroom and happily pulled her cum-stained sweater over her head and tossed it into the trash. She'd be happy to never see it again. It was just a shame it was knit by her late-grandmother.

She shimmied out of her skirt, bouncing her big tits, so she was standing in just her panties. She removed those too, lifting her smooth legs and kicking them from her ankle.

Climbing into the shower, Amy set the water as hot as she could stand. No amount of soap and water could rid her of the disgust and shame she felt, being treated like a cumrag all day.

When she left the shower a few minutes later, her skin was pink and tingling from the hot water. She wrapped herself in a towel and proceeded to brush her teeth. It made her stomach turn to see semen and pubes in the sink when she spat out her toothpaste. Her saliva was still a gross yellow color, but after a thorough brushing, she at least couldn't taste the jizz as much and her breath didn't reek of it anymore.

Back in her bedroom, it was time to find a new outfit to wear. She cringed at the thought of dolling herself up for Mr. Larkin, but if there was one thing she was good at, it was dressing slutty and looking like an absolute whore.

She searched through her closet and found an outfit she had been saving for her date with Kevin, the highschool's quarterback.

"I guess I can wear it again. If that date ever happens…" She pouted again.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Larkin sent her a text. <I'm in your driveway. Let's go.>

<Fine, be right there.>

Amy went down the stairs, cruising past her parents who seemed largely disinterested in what she was up to.

"Don't stay out too late." Her father said from his place on the couch. He was engrossed in the evening news, watching the stock market updates with **** focus. If he'd turned his head, he may have had second thoughts about letting his daughter out of the house.

"Yes, dear. Remember it's a school night and it's important you make it to class…" Her mother said vacantly. She was sitting next to her father, filing her nails.

"Alright, I get it. Get off my back." Amy whined. She huffed her way out of the house where Mr. Larkin was waiting in the driveway.

She walked out slowly, feeling **** about the whole ordeal, but strangely she hoped her outfit would impress him.

The teacher's jaw dropped as he saw the 18 year old blonde come strolling out of the house wearing a shimmering red halter dress. It hung loose on her petite frame, and her tits threatened to spill out of the silky fabric. The dress had no back, revealing her flawless back down to her spine. Her ass was hidden by the slit skirt that left her thighs exposed.

She had also stolen a pair of her mother's heels to complete the look.

Amy didn't look like a highschool girl. She looked like a professional escort

"Ahem- Hey, Amy. You going out tonight?" Mr. Murray, her neighbor asked. He was standing in the next yard, halfheartedly watering his lawn. He spoke in a slightly strained voice, trying to sound normal, but also dealing with the tent Amy was raising in his pants.

"Hey, Mr. Murray. Yeah, I'm just…going out to dinner with a friend." She said turning to face him.

There was no fence to separate the yards, so there was no way to avoid his gaze. The blonde blushed realizing that she wasn't just on display for her teacher, but for her neighbor too. She had caught him trying to peep on her when she sunbathed in the backyard and very rarely did he ever hold direct eye contact with her unless her parents were around. And that was when she was dressed conservatively.

Now that her curves were on display, he openly stared at her cleavage, wishing he could dive between her big boobs.

"Sounds fun. You look…ravishing." He said with a shudder.

She grimaced as his jowls shook. Mr. Murray was an overweight middle-aged man. Amy was never sure if he was divorced or just lived alone, but it was painfully obvious that his encounters with Amy were most likely the only ones he had with women.

He always wore drab t-shirts with holes in them and shorts that revealed his ghostly pale legs. And even worse, he liked to wear socks with sandals.

It was enough to get the teenage girl's stomach turning to feel his beady eyes on her tits, but at least she wasn't stuck going on a date with him…

"Ugh, thanks." She replied, quickly turning away so she didn't have to feel his gaze on her breasts anymore.

She headed towards Mr. Larkin's car, hoping he hadn't noticed the awkward interaction. She saw him grin at her from the passenger side window before he reached over to unlock the door. He pushed it open and chuckled.

"Wow! You dressed even sluttier than I thought you would." He said loud enough for Mr. Murray to hear.

Amy frowned and gave him the finger. "Sorry, I can't say the same about you."

In truth, Mr. Larkin's choice of clothes for their date wasn't much better than Mr. Murray's.

It was just a t-shirt and jeans. Amy felt incredibly overdressed.

"What the fuck, I thought we were supposed to look nice?" She grumbled.

"I told you to wear something sexy. I didn't say anything about what I'd be wearing."

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey." Mr. Larkin snapped. "You wanna watch your tone when you're talking to me. Don't forget who's in charge here."

She pouted but nodded silently.

"Now get in here so I can tear that ass up." He smirked.

Amy looked over her shoulder to see how Mr. Murray would react, but he was whistling to himself as he continued to water his lawn. He was clearly eavesdropping and not very good at being discrete.

"Fine." She whispered. She crouched into the hatchback car and sat in the passenger seat. She had to push a few greasy paper bags out of the way, but it was otherwise clean.

"Well, are we going anywhere?" She asked as he continued to sit there at the wheel.

"What's the rush? I want to enjoy every moment of this."

Amy cringed, but she didn't say anything.

He reached up to palm her breast through her dress, and then quickly shoved his hand down the front of her dress so he could feel her perky tits directly.

"Hey!" She cried out as her teacher squeezed her bare breasts.

She blushed and grit her teeth as he molested her, hoping that no one else would see.

"Don't make me tell you again. Check your fuckin attitude!"

Feeling helpless, Amy was **** to let him feel up her tits. He rolled his thumbs over her nipples and pinched them till they were hard.

Amy reached out to grab his wrists, knowing she couldn't stop him entirely but she might get him to take it easy on her breasts.

"Please…I know you're having your fun or whatever, but can't we do this anywhere else?"

"Fuck, I can see why the boys love these so much. Poor Greg. It sucks he's having to miss out on all this."

"Yeah, it's real sad." She mocked. There was a reason she'd never let Greg touch her, despite all of his help with her grades. She found him utterly repulsive as a nerd.

Maybe if she had let him cop a feel, she could've avoided all of her troubles.

Randal ignored her comment, still admiring her body. "Fuck it." He groaned. "I can't wait till we get there…"

He shuffled out of his pants, leaving them bunched around his knees. His cock stood straight at attention, threatening to tap the bottom of his steering wheel. It wasn't very thick but it was certainly long.

"Why don't you show me what kind of handshake you've got."

"Ew, gross. Seriously?" Amy grimaced. She had expected him to make a move but certainly not so early on the date and definitely not in her driveway.

Mr. Larkin put his hands behind his head and laid back in his seat. "Hey, I've got all night. But if you want to get out of here sooner…"

"Ugh, fine. I just want this to be over with."

Amy reached out and wrapped her fingers around the teacher's cock.

"Ooo, that's cold." Randy moaned. "Start stroking it."

Amy sighed and slid her hand up and down loosely. She stared ahead at her parent's garage door, trying not to think too hard about what she was doing.

"Aw, you can do better than that. Your tits can't be the only thing you're popular for?"

"So what if they are?" Amy snapped, trying to be contrarian, but also degrading herself in the process. "If you don't like my handjobs, why don't you find some other girl to ****?"

"At least spit on your palm or something."

Amy rolled her eyes, but she brought her palm to her mouth and spat into it, like she had done for so many other boys.

She then put her wet palm back on his cock, letting her saliva slide down his shaft.

"Is this better?" She asked ironically.

"Much better?" He replied happily. "Now stroke it. Faster…"

He sank into his seat and let her get to work. Her thin wrist jerked up and down as she reluctantly tried to make him cum.

She kept her other hand in her lap and stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at the circumcised cock in her hand.

Outside the window, she could hear kids running around and Mr. Murray spraying his hose over his lawn. Inside, there was only the sound of Mr. Larkin groaning as she jerked her hand just below the head of his cock, tickling the soft spot below it with her index finger. Then she brought it down until her pinkie was resting against his swollen ballsack and she could feel his trimmed pubes on the side of her hand.

She kept up the motion for a few minutes, wrenching her hand back and forth, up and down, faster and faster.

"Mmm, don't stop. I'm almost there…" Mr. Larkin moaned. He reached out again to squeeze her tits through the arm of her dress.

Amy cursed herself for having such large breasts. Usually they were good for getting discounts and other things, but she hated the negative attention they seemed to be getting lately. And it seemed like nobody knew how to handle them. They just fondled and groped wildly, pinching as hard as they could.

She winced and grunted uncomfortably, but Mr. Larkin didn't care.

Suddenly, she noticed Mr. Murray had stopped hosing his lawn and in fact was heading toward the car with a concerned look on his face.

Amy's face went sickly pale. Her neighbor must have noticed that they were just sitting in the driveway. Maybe he was suspicious…

"Crap! My neighbor is coming!"

"Nnngh- I am too…" Randy groaned.

She could feel his shaft throbbing, but she was more concerned with getting caught.

"I'm serious! Stop grabbing my tits and cum already." She grumbled.

"Just keep going. I'm about to cum all over your hand." He admitted, with his eyes half-lidded.

"Ew! No! I don't want that mess all over me. Don't you have napkins or something in here?"

Mr. Larkin was clearly struggling to think, but he smiled. "Nope. Which means there's only one way we can avoid a sticky mess…Let me cum in your mouth."

Amy didn't even protest. She just frowned angrily. Mr. Murray was waddling closer and would be next to the car shortly. It was just her luck that Mr. Larkin was about to blow, but there was no way she wanted a handful of jizz and she liked her dress too much to just wipe it off.

So without a word, she leaned over and put her mouth directly on his cock. She lapped her tongue over his mushroom head, pushing him over the edge and coaxing him to empty his balls.

She shut her eyes tight as his cock spurted in her mouth, shooting geysers of warm cum over her tongue and painting her tonsils as well as the roof of her mouth. She groaned with disgust as the salty cumload overwhelmed her tastebuds. She almost gagged on the load, but she knew the resulting mess would be even worse to deal with.

Fortunately, Mr. Larkin's climax was quick and after a multitude of quick spasms, his cock stopped spewing and grew soft between Amy's glossy pink lips. She pulled away with just a single strand of his semen dangling from her lips.

Frantically, she wiped it up with her thumb, pushing it between her lips with the rest of his musky semen.

TAP TAP TAP!

Mr. Larkin looked just as surprised as Amy did, but he remained perfectly still with his cock lying against his thigh.

Mortified, Amy turned her head to see Mr. Murray rapping his knuckles against the window. She **** the warm mouthful of jizz down her throat, praying her fat neighbor hadn't seen what had just happened.

Some of the sticky jizz caught in her throat, forcing her to cough. She put her wrist to her mouth, trying to hide the miniscule cum strings that had just come back up. She rolled the window down, eyes watering and greeted Mr. Murray politely.

"Hey, Mr. Murray -koff koff- Everything okay?" She **** herself to speak. A small wad of cum was caught in her throat, making her voice warble.

"Yes, everything's fine." He leaned against the car, so his fat gut was taking up most of the window. He peered down at her, not missing a beat. "I was just wondering if you could ask your dad to return my weedwhacker when he gets a chance…"

For once, Amy was glad the sleazy guy could only look at her tits. She didn't want him to see how hard she was blushing, or how her throat was contracting as it failed to coax the last of Mr. Larkin's cum down.

"Yeah, I can do that, Mr. Murray." She almost wheezed. That cum was going to be stuck in her throat until she could get something else to wash it down.

"That’s all." He tapped the roof of the car and pulled his belly away from the window.

Amy almost believed she hadn't gotten away with it…

"I'll leave you to it. It looks like you've got a load -ahem- I mean, a lot on your mind."

The older man chuckled and left, leaving Amy feeling like an embarrassed slut.