Your body burned with desire. A lust that to be quenched meant stopping what you were doing for Mr. Chambers. That was out of the question. As you continued to steadily bob your mouth on the fat bludgeon of his cock, you gazed up at him. Your teacher smiled down at you, caressing your head and urging you to continue sucking him. You never imagined you would look at him from such a position. Hell, you never imagined what a cock might feel like and taste like in your mouth. You...liked it. A lot.
"Mmmmmmm," you moaned involuntarily, sucking harder and popping your lips on his cockhead. You slipped the fat bell of his cockhead out of your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, tasting the salty juice of his precum.
How many times had you watched that clear liquid bubbling out of your own cock? One swiped of your tongue and you knew how it tasted. You ran your tongue over his cock and collected another bit of the salty sweet juice. You stroked him with your hand and resumed sucking on the top few inches of his cock.
"Oh, Stacy, I don't know which of my classes you are in, but you are going to get an 'A' at this rate," he pushed your head down and stuffed his cock into your mouth.
Your teacher's fat cock hit the back of your throat and you resisted the urge to gag. With an effort of concentration, you pressed his cock against your throat and swallowed and his cockhead popped into your throat. You were afraid of being choked on his fat cockhead, so you quickly popped it back into your mouth and slurpped your way up to the tip, but the fact that you just deep throated him gives you a moment of strange pride.
You resumed a steady bobbing, up and down, filling the room with the lewd slurp of your mouth on your teacher's fat cock. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the warmth and taste of it, the exciting way it twitched and seemed to swell between your lips. Your spit soaked his shaft and dripped from his balls. They tightened up beneath your fingers, becoming hard against the base of his cock.
Your lips slipped back up the length of his hard meat once again when you felt a throb between your lips. You opened your eyes and look up at him just as the first hot jet of cum splashed against the back of your throat.
"Ohhhh yeah, suck that cum out, baby," moaned Mr. Chambers and he held your head on his cock so you could not escape. Spurt after gooey spurt battered your tonsils and he spilled his thick, salty cum into your mouth. There was so much of it and it was so warm and gooey you wanted to spit it out. Some urge took over and instead you swallowed it. Your teacher's hot spunk coated your throat and left a weird feeling, but you took it all and even sucked a little bit to draw out the last twitching droplets.
"What a good girl you are," said Mr. Chambers, letting you lift your head up finally. "I don't think you missed a drop. Ooop, let's see here."
You popped your lips free and he stroked the length of his cock, producing a final pearly drop of his cum. You looked up at him and you slurped it clean from his cock. You became aware of your wetness and that you were desperate to be fucked, but it looked like Mr. Chambers was going limp. Probably for the best anyway, you weren't sure what effect it might have on you if he managed to get his cock insisde you.
"So, Stacy," said Mr. Chambers as he tucked his cock away. "Why don't you tell me what class you are in and what grade you need."
"Oh," you remembered the actual nature of your favor. "I need a ride to the library. I'm doing some, um, research and there is no way I can get there. It's all the way on the other side of town."
"The library?" Mr. Chambers laughed. "You just needed a ride? Oh, my heavens, Stacy."
He stood up and tightened his belt.
"You'd better put some clothes on that lovely body if we're going for a ride."
Your face turned red as it finally sunk in that you had just sucked your teacher's cock for a ride to the library. Mr. Chambers was a perfect gentleman once you are sitting beside him in the car. You almost wished he would make another move just so your instincts could take over and you could stop worrying about your condition.
Once you got to the library you weren't even sure how you would look up ways to fight your foe. Gypsy curses? Gender swapping magic? Anti-magic amulets? That didn't seem like the sort of thing that was written on the shelves. It was going to take some difficult research.
Maybe, you thought, you could tell Mr. Chambers the truth and he would be able to help you. But what if he wanted another favor? Or what if he didn't believe you?
"Here we are," said Mr. Chambers as he pulled the car into the library parking lot. He looked at you expectantly. "Was there anything else you needed Stacy, or can you find your way home?" |