My English Teacher : Part 2

As usual Mr Picken strutted 30 minutes late to our English lesson, I myself was 20 minutes late because of what happened in the changing room - 10" of this Godly man down my throat - I could still smell him, I could still feel him, taste him even. All lesson I was thinking about what happened - and better still what was yet to come. My cock was hard in my uniform trousers - and all I could do was check the hours until my detention. 2 and a half hours - that was it - even with a detention to explain to my parents this was turning out to be one hell of an 18th birthday.

Mr Picken's lesson finished - I hadn't learnt a thing, all I did was stare at his bulge, wishing I could rub my face in it, all I did was watch his muscles flex as he raised, and lowered his body. Every time he walked past me I breathed in his sweet, scent - he hadn't washed, he smelt musky, manly - dirty! I shiver as he purposely brushed his hands over my shoulder as he passed. He kept making comments across the class directly at me - "nice work in Games today Thomas, I've never seen anyone 'grow' so quickly" or "Thomas, don't forget I want to see your ass in here after school" - none of the kids noticed. Sir even popped into my Science lesson to remind me of what was to come - "I hope you haven't forgotten our little talk after school, I need to teach you a thing or two" His welsh accent was sexy, and dominant - he could make a cock hard just by speaking!

My cock had never been so hard for so long!

And finally, it was here! I knocked quickly on the window, he looked up, smiled, and waved me in. I shut the door behind me, and sat on the chair in front of his desk. I looked out the window, and leant over and kissed him gently on the lips - he pushed me away, my heart sank!
"Not here, not yet - the windows can't be blocked, and teachers and cleaners will be walking past" - I was sad, but suddenly relieved when I felt a foot, out of it's shoe, but in it's sock, rubbing against my crotch, I winked at him - "So Thomas", he continued, "you've been a very naughty little boy!" But he couldn't help from smiling as he tried to role play as a strict, sexy teacher. That was when I had an idea, I silently got up and left the room, and turned into the corridor. Mr Picked sat puzzled as I walked past the room, looked in, and walked back into the room, I shut the door.

"Sir, they can't see under the desk, not as they walk past, and the only way they'd see under the desk is if they were to actually look, even stood right next to you, as long as you didn't pull out your chair, they wouldn't be able to see under the desk" - I smiled, and Sir did too, "You're learning well Thomas" he said almost singing.

I crawled under the desk, and paused - was this wrong? Suddenly I was struck but the light aroma of sweaty feet, I breathed the smell in deeply, my horniness took over. I grabbed his foot, raised it to my nose, and smelt his sock, slowly pulling it off with my teeth. Once bare, I licked his foot from ball to toe, before submerging his big toe into my mouth, and sucking. I did the same with the second as sir carried on marking our classes work. A. A. A - he didn't care, all he cared about was getting his cock sucked - "Just fucking get on with it you dirty slut boy" - I froze, he'd never spoken like this before - in the changing room he was so quiet, so romantic and gentle, suddenly he was a man, a beast! "Fucking suck my cock you dirty, queer cock sucking bitch!" - this was hot!

I unbuttoned his trousers with shaky hands, and whipped out his rock hard, solid 10" cock - although it seemed to have gained several inches since 3 hours ago! I was determined to take it all in one go - all 10" down my throat, first time. I tried it's fat, mushroom head clogging my throat only a third of the way down - I chocked, and spluttered "shut the fuck up and do it properly" I heard the Welsh accent say - so I decided to do it how I did it last time - work on the head, after all, that made him cum loads!

I started licking his head, sucking on it softly, bobbing up and down his shaft, getting further down each time. He moaned, the same moan of pleasure he gave last time - I was doing it right! "Suck it my dirty little pupil, suck it!" - So I did! I could hear him pant, muttering the words, fuck, and Thomas when he had the breath to - I could taste the pre cum gathering under my tongue, on my lips, beneath his foreskin. It was sweeter than last time, and yet somehow more salty. "Mmmm yes thats right, just like that, fuck me you little slut, i'm going to cum all down your throat - I am Tom, I'm going to fucking cum" - and he was, I could feel him jerk in pleasure, in ecstasy. I was going to take his whole load this time, I was going to swallow it and enjoy it. "Fuck me Thomas - I'm cumming!"

And that was when I got the first load, warm, creamy, thick and from what I could guess, snow white! But at the same time - "Shit! Fuck! Thomas, the head of English is coming, shit! But I can't fucking stop cumming!" I kept my mouth wrapped round his swollen erupting head, to stop any leaking onto his clothes, or spraying up into sight, "Fuck Thomas, what are we going to do"

I kept swallowing, as load 5 exploded in my mouth - I hear the door open, and then close and the womans voice filled the masculine smelling room, "My God Mr Picked, you've worked up a sweat marking those papers" she said, Sir giggled nervously. Load 6 filled my mouth - this was getting to much for me to handle, Sir moaned, again with pleasure, but this time he sounded painful, or maybe embarrassed.

"Is something the matter?" the woman asked, her name Ms Jones. Sir replied, short of breath, "Just tired" - "Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew about your day off tomorrow, the head thinks it's best to give you a chance to clear you're head after what's happened between you and you're girlfriend - to think she left you of all people, for an older man" - BRILLIANT! I thought - and with that Ms Jones left the room, the door shutting behind her - load number 8, was too much, a chocked, coughed and spluttered as cum dribbled from my mouth, Sir's loads finally stopped. I poked my head up from under the desk, and winked at me - "too much to handle?" I laughed, trying to wipe my chin and lips, "no - let me", he leant over to me, peered quickly through the window, and licked my face clean "better!"

He buttoned his trousers up, and tied his shoes and we left the room together, I felt close to this man, so I put my hand in his, and he left it there as we walked down the empty corridor - "that was fun!" he said, "but lets not be that risky again" I looked up at him, his deep green eyes glistening with excitement, "Well - as you heard, I've got a day off tomorrow!"