"Come on Greg, please let me suck your big fat cock," Tristan begged her boyfriend, Gregg, as she reached over towards his belt buckle. "You know we always fuck at this time of day in here, and my pussy is aching for some release with your monster fat cock slamming into my tight wet pussy, baby." The young 18 year old black haired school girl had said matter-of-factly to her new boyfriend of 3 months.
"You know how I love to have your manhood in my mouth, honey." She had whispered into his ear while he tried his best to concentrate on the checkered faced floor. "I just love to have your cock scrapping up against my teeth, and sucking on those massive balls of yours." She kept up, stretching out her tongue and licking the tip of his ear.
Quickly, the young boy got up out of the seat, and began to walk towards the door. Tristan sighed in disbelief. Her boyfriend was refusing to let her suck his massive ramming tool. "Listen Tristan, I'm still a young boy," he said nervously. "I'm not so sure I can take all of this with you and everything right now. I'm not sure if we should be seeing each other either. And with that, he left.
"Shit," Tristan mouthed to herself as she watched the only piece of man meat she could get at the moment walk away from her. "It looks like I'll never get a piece of ass today," she grumbled to herself as she adjusted herself and followed Greg out the door a minute later.
"Woo there Tristan," Mr. Rynolds, her favorite teacher, said as he approached her from the hallway. "What do you think you were doing in that dark room by yourself?" He asked, looking over her body while asking her the question. Her gorgeous young 120 pound frame showed off her assets quite nicely. Her shapely ass and her luscious tits were a sight to behold for any man, and the little school girl outfit that she normally wore made any man grow wild with desire and lust.
"Sorry Mr. Rynolds," Tristan said with a nervous smile crossing her face. "I was just studying some economics, and I must have fallen asleep." She lied and winked at him while noticing an obvious bulge growing in his pants like a miniature tent.
"I'm very tired, Mr. Rynolds, and I'm not feeling so well," Tristan went on, laying it on thick. "I could sure use a place to lie down."
"Well I can help you if you'd like Miss Clemens. You can come with my and lie down in the back seat of my car, and I'll take you to your house." He said as he took her backpack from her and lead her out of the building and over to his car.
"I'm not sure if I should be alone right now Mr. Rynolds," she lied, hoping that he would take the bait.
"Oh, well in that case you might have to come over to my place for awhile," Mr. Rynolds said with a sly smile across his face. The two had just buckled up, and were heading out of the school parking lot onto the freeway. "Wow Mr. Rynolds, I love your car!" Tristan said as she began to fool around with his new stereo system. "So, Mr. Rynolds, do you think I could lay my head down while you drive?" She asked.
"That's fine with me, you poor thing. Rest up for later, cowgirl." Mr. Rynolds said as reached out and stroked her face with his hand, and turned to fix his gaze on the road.