"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."