It all started back in the first day of 9th grade. I was a tiny freshman who played the trumpet and I was really shy. It was my first time I had been to a new school for a while, so I was very nervous what everyone thought of me. I’m 5’0, a redhead, with B sized boobs and a big ass for my size. I had always liked older guys, especially ones that played an instrument.
On my first day, the band teacher, Mr. Jordan, introduced himself to the whole class, and I instantly took a liking to him. I wanted him to notice me, and I wanted to be his favorite. At the same time I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of my new classmates. After the first day of class I went to visit him and told him I wanted to get to know him better, before my mom came and picked me up. We talked for about an hour, until my mom finally arrived, but I was pretty sure I’d made a good first impression. In fact I know I did. All throughout my freshman year, Mr. Jordan obviously favored me over any other students. He never picked on me, never made me play in front of the other students, and never yelled at me if I did something wrong.
The same thing happened my sophomore year. Near the end of 10th grade, I broke up with the senior I was dating, and the whole school knew about it. At this point I was in a nice friend group and everyone knew who I was. After the break-up, I went to go talk to Mr. Jordan. By this point we had become extremely close. He knew about the whole situation, and he consoled me for about 3 hours while I let it all out.
I drove myself to and from places now, and my mom didn’t care where I was. I never knew who my dad was, he had gotten my mom pregnant at 17, in their senior year. She dropped out to take care of me, and never made an effort to tell him. Not that I cared, I didn’t need a dad following my every move.
During my 3 hour emotion session with Mr. Jordan, I realized that he made me really happy. I couldn’t ask him to date me, he was 35 and had two kids with his wife, and I was a 17 year old sophomore in high school (my mom sent me to school a year late). I knew that I still wanted to spend more time with him, however.
Right before summer break, I asked Mr. Jordan if I could take summer lessons with him, either at his house or at mine. He agreed, and we would do whatever works best. I was so excited about it. The first lessons were amazing. We didn’t really do any playing at all, and just talked the whole time. I got to know him better, and he knew me well too. We were closer than ever.
It all changed though, 3 weeks after I turned 18. Before that we had always done the lessons at my house, every other day. But that week he didn’t show up. He wouldn’t respond to my texts, calls, or anything. I decided to go to his house, which we had done a few lessons at, to check on him.
When I got there, the door was open. I walked in and saw him sitting on his couch, jerking off his dick. It was incredible to watch. He was at least 7 inches, and girthy too. I watched for about 45 seconds before he noticed me there. He didn’t even bother to put it away, he just started talking to me like he normally does. I sat down next to him, and I couldn’t stop staring at his huge, hard cock. He started talking about how his wife never had sex with him, and how she didn’t allow him masturbating when she was there. I was listening intently, and was getting wetter by the second. After 5 minutes of him talking about this stuff, I told him to shut up, and to fuck me instead.
“Are you crazy!?” He said
“No, I’m just trying to help you out, like you’ve done so much for me.”
“I can’t do this.” He said, glaring at my body. He wanted to do this.
“Yes you can, I’ve seen the way you look at me, I bet you’ve wanted to fuck my pussy ever since you first saw me 2 years ago.” I said to him.
“No, no I can’t.”
I looked at him, then looked down on his monster cock, which was harder than before, and I bent down and started sucking it, not allowing him to say another word. I could hardly fit it in my tiny mouth. It was so huge, and I could feel every pulse he had. I was giving a blowjob to my teacher, who was 20 years older than me, and boy, did I love it. I loved feeling his huge, raging dick all the way down my throat. This is what I had been hoping for for 2 years.
He was beginning to take a little more force now. He grabbed my hair, pulled on it, and I moaned, still with his cock in my mouth, sucking more and more. “You like that don’t you.” He said. I moaned once more. “You like sucking your teachers cock you little slut.” He said. I nodded while he was in my mouth. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth you little slut. And you’re gonna swallow ever last drop.” He said, now playing with my B cup breasts under my shirt.
“Oh God I’m gonna cum.” When he said this, I put his huge cock as far down my throat as it would go, and he let his 7 inches explode in my mouth. I kept it in there until I felt his dick stop pulsing, and I swallowed until my mouth was empty.
While I was doing that he said “My wife is gone for the whole week.” And God, this was going to be a good week.
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