The next day at school

The next day your balls were full again. In fact, having thoroughly emptied them the night before in Lauren's house, they now felt more primed for action than ever before. This wasn't helped by the scores of hot girls streaming past you on the way to class. You try to contrive some way of getting close to Lauren in order to take advantage of her pantie-less situation, but the only class you were in together that day was French, and you couldn't seem to be able to get her alone, or for that matter to come up with a way in which she would invite you to slide your cock inside her for a while. Oh well. Reluctantly, you plod your way through the day and resign yourself to considering how to take her once 7:30 rolled round and you can engage her in your fantasies once more in her bedroom. Maybe you should have her suck you off.

You glance from her to Jasmine Lescott in the front row, a long dark haired, dark eyed beauty. To be fair, Jasmine had starred in almost as many of your three minute wanking sessions as Lauren. Maybe, you could find where she lived and write a rule...

"Kyle?"

"Whu..?" you're jolted from your reverie.

Mrs Alderson is standing looking at you, a quite buxom redhaired teacher of perhaps 30. However, her shape is hard to determine due to her habit of wearing shapeless sweaters and pants. She wears large framed glasses and her hair tied back in a bun. Surely she could make more of an effort than that you thought. "So Kyle, could you conjugate the verb to fly for us?"

"Uh, no mam. Sorry."

"Huh. Not even an effort Kyle. Maybe you should concentrate on your studies more than the occupants of the front row seats!" she said.

You turn crimson as the rest of the class turn to look at you, condemning your lecherous was! You cant even look at Lauren or Jasmine.

Jasmine, perhaps you could enlighten us?

"Oui Madamoiselle! - je vole, tu voles il vole nous volons vous volez ils volent" responds Jasmine effortlessly. You watch her lips move throughout and daydream about them.

You wish enthusiastically for the floor to open up and swallow you though, then get your book out to write your French notes, before realizing you have lifted out the rulebook instead. You glance once more at the appallingly dressed teacher who has just humiliated you in front of your peers and begin writing.

"Old rule: All teachers in Irvine, Virginia must wear the following items as a uniform at school: Short tight leather skirts; White fishnet stockings; shoes with at least a 3-inch heel; tight satin blouses."

As you put the period in that sentence, you look up and see that your teacher's clothing has indeed transformed into what you described and that her figure, only briefly hinted at in her shapeless clothing has now been revealed to be stunning. Voluptuous would be a fair description, you considered, observing her breasts strain against the tight silvery grey satin blouse. Wow. Suddenly your pants were very restricting as your cock tried to erect a tent in them.

You add another line as the bell begins to ring for the end of the period.

"Old rule. If anyone asks for extra help from a teacher, the teacher will suck their dick to encourage them to study."

You hang back in order to be last to leave class, watching Lauren, Jasmine and the others leave ahead of you. Alone for a second with Miss Alderson you pause for a moment then say "Uh, Mrs Alderson. I was wondering"

"Yes Kyle," she said, straightening up from behind her desk.

You glance up with difficulty from her chest to her eyes. "Umm, I was wondering if you could run through that verb again",

"Certainly Kyle. Voler. As your classmate said. Its je vole, tu voles il vole nous volons vous volez ils volent."

"Oh, right thanks."

"Have you got it now?"

"Uh, yes. I think so."

"Here I'll write it out for you."

"Thanks."

"You're very welcome. Now would you like some fellatio before you go?"

"Huh?"

"Fellatio. Je t'a proposé une pipe! Oh to be vulgar Kyle, would you like a blowjob now?" she asked as if explaining to a simpleton.

"Uh, yes, yes please!"

Miss Alderson got up from her desk and tottered round to the front of her desk on dangerously high-heeled patent shoes. With a relatively strict smile, she said, "Ok, you hop up here", and reaches for your belt. In a moment, she has your pants around your knees and you sit bare-assed on the edge of her desk. The French teacher kneels down and immediately swallows your horn without any preamble.

This was so beautiful and gentle - you had no idea how wonderful a blowjob could be. Her tongue darts around your shaft as her lips slide up and down and she applies a light suction. You look down at the scene. She looks stunning, even better with her mouth in that o-shape to receive your cock. You can feel a gentle suction as her cheeks pull in towards your cock due to the vacuum in her mouth as she sucks.

"Uh. Fuck. That is so. uh, fucking, good!" you grunt as you get into her rhythm.

Mrs Alderson without breaking her stride, head bobbing up and down in your lap reaches up beside you and taps the little strip of paper you're holding, before applying extra suction and pushing her face all the way to the base of your cock then pulling back so she only had your bell end in her mouth then stops. No, surely not. You're so close! You look at her hand urgently tapping at the sheet of paper then get it.

"Je vole." you say in a squeaky voice. Mrs Alderson pushes her head firmly down into your lap again, swallowing your cock whole, then pulls it back up once more

"Tu voles", again she forces her head down all the way on your cock. You cannot fathom where she is putting it. It must be in her throat. You put your hands in her red hair, "Il vole" - the throat again then back up, "Nous volons! Uuugh!" your balls spasm and as you scream quietly "Vous volez!" globules of cum pulse into her mouth and throat, "Ils volent!"

Mrs Alderson carries on sucking you off as you read through the list twice more until your balls are once more depleted and then wipes you off with a kleenex from her desk. You get up and thank her for her help, sort your flies then head for the door.

"No problem Kyle," she says coughing. You can see a little bit of cum on her lips before she wipes that too, "Glad to help. Practice though!"

"Yes mam" you agree and disappear out of the door.