The truth

Michelle was barely out the door in the morning before the feeling returned. She felt aroused and everything, even the movement of her legs and the fabric of her bra exacerbated it. By the time lunch rolled around, she was soaking and having real trouble concentrating. She could feel the eyes of every boy in class on her, and it turned her on fiercely for once.

She would loose her train of thought looking at the boys in the class. She'd imagine what their cocks looked like as she knelt beneath them. She'd imagine whole groups of them pushing each other out of the way to get a change to cum in her mouth. She imagined letting them all do it- her mouth overflowing with horny teenage boy seed, guzzling it down.

She had run to the bathroom and spent the entire break furiously jilling on a toilet seat. She must have cum three times, but each time the problem only seemed worse. Her head was swimming and she desperately wanted cum- in her mouth, on her face, anywhere. She would lick it off the bathroom floor if she could.

That's how she knew she'd never make it until 7 or 8 when her husband John got home from work. She'd have to call the number John had given her- the number on all the medical brochures or risk having some kind of slutty breakdown in her place of work.

Her heart was pounding when she gave the last class of the day 'free study' and dialed the emergency number.

"Emergency," said the female voice on the line.

"Yes, my name is Michelle Doe, I am a cum addict, and I'm in **** need of a donor."

"Right away Ms. Doe, I can have a responder to you in just a few minutes. You're lucky, usually it takes much longer. What's your location?"

Michelle breathlessly gave her the address of the school, and told her to have the EMT meet her in the faculty parking lot out back.

By the time the ambulance came she was writhing and grinding her ass into the brick wall around the dumpsters.

An EMT emerged from the vehicle. "Are you Michelle Doe?" he asked with general concern.

He was a tall, muscular man with dark black skin. His blue EMT jumpsuit seemed to cling to him, and Michelle's eyes went straight to the outline of his huge cock dressing down the left leg of the jumpsuit. The embroidered name tag read 'Tyrone.'

"Yes," she moaned breathlessly, "please..."

"Right away Mrs. Doe. This way." He lead her into the back of the vehicle where a pad had been laid out for patients to kneel on. Lubricants, wet wipes, and first aid supplies lined the shelves covering the walls.

Michelle knew she was ****. She had read the pamphlets and knew the various proper procedures. She had previously made up her mind to be as clinical as possible to avoid upsetting her husband. This was, after all, a man who worked with him. With her own juices dripping down her legs and her nipples hard and sensitive, she knew that would be a challenge.

Quickly she knelt on the pad. Tyrone entered the ambulance and closed the door behind him.

"You're Dr. Doe's wife, aren't you?" he asked. Silent but for her panting, Michelle nodded.

"I thought so. Looks like you've got it bad." She nodded again, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.