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Introduction:

Mark is a senior in high school who's penis is unwilling and unable to behave itself.

Dead at 18. He was dead at 18. It was the final bell and he was stuck in his chair. Not that he couldn't get up and leave, he definitely could, but then his secret would be out. His stupid penis had done it again, this time at the very last second of class, there'd be no thinking of baseball or granny or slimy, grimy toes to get his dick to go soft in time to get up and leave the classroom. Ever since he could remember his penis would get hard in the most inopportune times and for baffling reasons. Like the time when he was in math class. He was working hard on his classwork and a particularly hard problem was stalling him out. Then it clicked, he saw how to solve the problem and at the same time he went hard as stone sitting there at his desk. MATH. A stiff breeze. His best friends jokes. I mean, women too. There were so many hard ons because of his classmates, his teachers, his aunt. . . His penis was the bane of his existence. It didn't matter how many times he jerked off during the day or night, his dick was always ready to go. Somehow over the years he had managed to get hard in places where he had time to and/or privacy to work on getting himself composed before either being discovered with his meat in his hand or discovered to be tenting his pants. Not today. There was no way out.

In this particular case his painfully positioned erection was caused by his English teacher, one Ann Travotore. She was youthful, he guessed late twenties or early thirties. Her hair was just past shoulder length and loosely curly. She had a long angular face with a sharp chin, and deep brown eyes. She wore skirts with floral patterns that always went to her ankles. Her blouses were always in good taste, she never allowed an errant button to be open. Today her blouse/skirt combo were as tasteful and demure as ever with the exception that her blouse sleeves were short and slightly more open than usual. Just as the bell was going to ring she was making the rounds in the room - reading over shoulders and asking quiet questions of his classmates. She got to him and touched his shoulder. As he looked up from his work, he happened to see into her sleeve and catch site of a nude lacy bra cup and the milky white top breast being held back from spilling out. Stone. He was painfully stone in a second. He almost yelped, and forced himself to look away from her bra and into her eyes. She had asked him something, but there was no way he heard it. The bell mercifully, but also not mercifully rang and his classmates got up to leave. Walking to the front of the classroom Miss Travotore reminded her class of their assignments for the weekend as they filed out. He was stuck, couldn't adjust, and turning beet red. When the last of his classmates left the room, Miss Travatore came back to his desk and stood next to him.

"Mr. Allen, do you wish to get up and go home?"

He could smell her perfume. It was sweet, airy, had a hint of rose in it. His dick betrayed him again and twitched in his pants. Now not only was he hard, but he was leaking pre-cum. He could not look up at her. He kept his eyes focused on the desk in front of him and prayed to a god he didn't believe in to take his dick and chuck it. Miss Travatore cleared her throat, touched his should and began to ask again. The touch on his shoulder made him look back up from his hyper focus on the desk and as he did so caught another good look down her blouse sleeve. His eyes continued north until he met her gaze, she clearly caught him in the act of peeking. The look on her face was a mixture of repulsion and curiosity. He immediately stood up, embarrassed to have been caught. This only did one thing, it shifted his penis, the extremely sensitive tip that was leaking pre-cum, now dragged across his underwear which set him off. His cock jumped in his pants and shot the first of many hot streams of cum. He gasped, started to fall over managing to steady himself on his desk. After his initial gasp of surprise, and while his cock was jumping and spraying cum in his pants, he looked up at the woman whom had inadvertently caused him to cum and told her through clenched teeth, "I'm cumming so hard Miss Travatore! Oh God. Its so good!" He grunted with each spurt, the sensation and the power of his orgasm almost caused him to pass out. His pants began showing wetness around the tip of his exploding cock. Miss Travatore, unsure of how to handle what was happening in front of her, reached out to help steady her student. As quickly as it began it ended. The boy slumped down into his seat again, Miss Travatore helped to guide him back into it. The wet spot on his pants had expanded. It was very obvious either he pissed himself or he came in his pants.

Light headed, he apologized to her. "I'm so sorry, Miss Travatore. I . . . I can't believe this happened. I didn't mean for it to." He kept quietly repeating his apology while she tried to figure out how to get him out of her room without embarrassing him more, or raising suspicions that she had taken advantage of him.

"It's ok, Mark. Just sit here and catch your breath." Then she remembered he was on the swim team. "Do you have a change of clothes in the swim team locker room?"

Still panting he said, "Yeah. I should head over there, shower, and get changed." He started to get up.

She pushed him back into his seat. "No, no. You should stay here. I'll get Coach Rumfeld to get your stuff for me. Do you have a lock on your locker?"

"Yes," he said and gave her the combination and locker number. She left in a flash and a few minutes later returned with his locker contents.

"Here," she said handing the duffle bag to him. She walked around the room closing all the blinds, then closed the blinds on the door. "I'll step outside and you get changed." She opened the door and stepped through it, closing it behind her.

He got himself up, began undressing and worrying that he would be expelled for this. His pants and underwear hit the floor after he got his shoes off. He took off his shirt and used it to help clean off the cum from his legs and groin. He could not remember ever shooting so much cum, nor having ever cum so hard. When he thought of how good it felt, he went hard again. There he was naked with a throbbing hard on when Miss Travatore came back through the door. She let out a yip of surprise to see the boy naked and erect. He was a fine specimen, he was lean, and swimming defined his muscles well. For his part he tried to cover up his cock, but he ended up just awkwardly holding it out for her to see. His brain went fuzzy, and he stroked himself a couple times to just get the feel for it.

She had ducked back into the room because she thought she’d given the boy enough time to get dressed and thought wrongly that he was going to make quick work of doing so. Now she stood face to face with a cock that had just shot a massive load, was hard again, and leaking pre-cum like it was going to shoot again. She was hypnotized for a moment by it. Mark stroked it a few times in front of her, he let out a small moan as he did so. He was also clearly not thinking straight. This was a dangerous situation and she knew it. She had to safely get him dressed and out the door without alerting anyone to what had just happened, and she had to do it before the custodians came around. She thought she had five or ten minutes before someone would knock on her door. However, all that didn’t matter to the boy who stroked his cock a few more times, and copious amounts of pre-cum drooled out of the tip. He was now slowly stroking his cock continuously.

“Hey, Mark. You gotta stop that. Right now.” She said in her best teacher voice.

“I can’t, it’s too good. I need to cum again.” His cock bobbed in his hand as he slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft.

Miss Travatore figured he would shoot again really fast if she gave him permission to do so, and then they’d be able to clean up the mess and get him out the door. She wanted him to do it as quickly as possible though, and she figured he’d see her bra already, she’d just show him that again. She sat on her desk and cleared her throat.

“Ok, I’m going to help you out. Let’s get that load out of you.” She started unbuttoning her blouse. As she did so, Mark walked over to her. Her bra clad breasts came into view and Mark let out a little groan. His dick leaked more pre-cum onto his hand, and he used it to lube himself more. “Do you like my breasts?” she asked him coyly. She was now feeling the way she had felt the first time a boy had felt her up, excited and nervous.

“Oh, yes, Miss Travatore. I like them so much. They look so good. Can I see more, please?” Mark’s strokes began to get faster.

“What do you want to see?” she asked him breathlessly. There was a growing part of her that wanted him to see all of her.

His strokes were becoming erratic. His balls tensed up and his cock lengthened in his grip. “I want. . . oh god it’s so good.” He was beginning to lose it. Miss Travatore realized he would shoot all his cum all over her if she didn’t do something about it, and she didn’t have a change of clothes. She had never liked the taste of cum, so she quickly hiked her skirt up to her hips, spread her legs wrapping them around the boys ass and pulling him to her. She pulled her panties to the side and slapped his hands out of the way.

His cock was throbbing. He was on the verge of shooting again. He was lost in the feeling and she had her bra clad tits on display. What he really wanted was her pussy, but he wasn’t able to put that sentence together. Suddenly he was being pulled towards her, “What’s going on?” he was very confused. When he felt his hands being slapped away from his dick, he looked down in time to see Miss Travatore’s hand grab his shaft and line it up with her very hot and moist place. His instincts told him to thrust and when he did, he was inside a tight, hot, and wet sheath that gripped him from the base of his shaft to the very tip of his dick. As soon as his tip broke the plane of her hot hole he began shooting again.

Her legs held him in place and she muffled his groans with her hand as she whispered to him, “Good boy. That’s it. Cum for me. Cum inside me. Let’s get it all out.” He was blowing an even bigger load into her pussy. His hips thrust forward and back involuntarily with each blast from balls. His cock pressed up against her cervix and splashed cum all over it. He grunted and groaned as his cock and balls did there level best to knock her up.

When she felt him shoot for the fifth or sixth time, it lit a fire in her and she started cumming with him. Her pussy went into over drive, rippling and flexing on his shaft, coaxing more cum out of him. She no longer held her hand over his mouth, instead she needed both to wrap around his neck to hold herself up while she convulsed on his cock. “Oh. My. God.” she rasped while cumming hard on his dick.

His orgasm again almost made him pass out. But then there was a new sensation, her pussy wrapped around him was urging more cum from him. Miss Travatore was trembling on his cock and holding on for dear life to his neck. He had been losing steam, but then his cock came roaring back to life when he realized she was having an orgasm too. He had never in his life cum so hard, so quickly, so many times back to back. His dick was hard again now and he let her have it.

She felt him starting to deflate inside her and she started coming back to her senses. And then she felt him harden, fatten, and lengthen again. Then the thrusting started, long slow strokes that bumped her cervix over and over again, that faded to short, fast strokes where he was only fucking her with the head of his dick. She felt him as he held her hips and dipped his face to her breasts. She let go of his neck long enough to open her bra to him and allow him to suckle, lick, and bite her. He lasted only a few minutes before she felt him surge in size. He was grunting, his dick was twitching and throbbing in her love channel. He looked into her eyes begging her, "I'm going to cum!"

She looked back and said, "Do it inside me. It'll make me cum with you," and she squeezed him with all her might with her pelvic floor muscles. When he heard her give permission to blow and felt her squeezing him, he lost it. He jammed himself as far into her as he could and cried out. His dick jumped and his balls shot more hot sticky cum up his shaft to be deposited right at the door of her womb. She felt him flex, felt the heat of his sperm in her again and it blew the top of her head off. Her pussy spasmed on his dick. As he shot again and again in her, she worked her hips around and ground down on him, her pussy begging him for all he had. He grunted with each spurt, and as her orgasm subsided, she softly coaxed more cum out of him with coos of "That's it baby. Don't stop until your testicles are empty," and "Oh, baby, that was so good. You made me cum so hard."

When the custodian came into the room there was no evidence that there had been a scandalous sex scene in the room. The window were all open, there was a heavy smell of perfume in the room, and a hint of something else, that the custodian just couldn't put a finger on.

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