The Correct Answer Is..."Cum"

As you sit on the couch, Miranda moves between your legs and begins giving you a blow job. The experience felt amazing. You apparently had a number of blowjobs while you were in the hospital. Unfortunately you weren't conscious for any of them. The only blowjob you've gotten which you were conscious for was from Principal Foster and even then, saying you were "conscious" was stretching things. You were hopped up on painkillers.

This was the first real, sober blowjob you've ever gotten and it was everything you thought it would be. Her tight warm mouth wrapped around your dick like it was a piece of candy. She expertly bobbed her head back and forth on your dick. It was such an incredible sensation; someone working so hard to get you to shoot your cum all while you just laid there with your arms around the sides of the couch.

Principal Foster hit the record button on her camera once again. She then asked if she could read Miranda's paper while she blew you. "I'm sure it's an A+ paper, might as well read it now and give her the grade while she's here."

As Principal Foster rifled through Miranda's backpack she leaned over and whispered to you. "Before you cum say "I'm gonna blow". Then stand up and take your dick out of her mouth."

Principal Foster found the report and went back to her desk where she began reading it. She was stifling some laughter as she flipped through the pages. After only a few more minutes you felt your balls filling with jizz. "I'm gonna blow" you declared as you stood up and took your penis out of Miranda's mouth. Principal Foster raced over and exclaimed, "let me give you your paper back Miranda!"

Principal Foster placed the report in front of your cock. Your began shooting rope after rope of cum onto the report's various pages. Even though Principal Foster was flipping each page with each load you shot, she did her best to make it seem like an accident.

"Oh Miranda, I'm so sorry, there must have been a misunderstanding on my part. Now your report is all ruined." Principal Foster took the report and promptly put it in the shredder. "We can't have you submit a cum-stained term paper" she said; trying to hide a smile.

Miranda stated to panic. "But.....but Principal Foster, that report is due in an hour!" Principal Foster calmly responded back. "Well, that was a fantastic report. I'm sure you proof read it multiple times before submitting the final draft. I'll excuse you from the rest of this period and from all of next period. That should be more than enough time to retype a report from memory."

Miranda kept trying to argue but never got any cogent responses out. "Miranda honey, you better hurry, you need this report by 4th period!" Miranda, now audibly crying, got dressed and ran out of the room.

Principal Foster sat down beside your still nude body. "You know what John, you're doing a damn fine job today." You just grunt in response. "Let's see Miranda prove how smart she is when she can't even rewrite her own paper in an hour!" Again, you just grunt. As Principal Foster moves to put her arm around your shoulders you push her away.

"Wait wait wait, don't act all high and mighty here." She said. "I'm just trying to right a few wrongs around here."