Classroom Cocksucker

“Okay class, today we are watching a documentary on how nuclear fission works.” Droned our science teacher, Mr. Kilbridge. “You are all seniors now and graduating in less than a month so I expect you to all be attentive and take in the information I am providing you with. Remember, you are tomorrow’s future.”

With that, he turned off the lights and started the long and boring film. I sighed. This was going to be a stupid class. I sat in the back row in the corner of the room at the last of the two-person lab tables so not only could I not see the screen very well, but the darkness of the room and my tired brain soon came to the conclusion without me to fall asleep. In my half-sleep state, I dreamed I was having sex with some hot chick, I don’t know who just some faceless girl, so naturally, to my dismay, I woke up half-way through the film with a raging hard-on. I tried rubbing it a little through my jeans to make it go down, but it wasn’t working.

Just then I heard a muffled giggle. I turned to my right to see the other student at my table in the back, Kristina, attempting to hide a smile next to me and trying hard to look like she was watching the film. Kristina was a girl that had never really caught my attention before this year. She had never been really pretty or had big boobs or a big butt. She was a shy girl that had seemed to disappear in the crowd to me. That was before senior year. When I saw her the first day of school that year, I hadn’t recognized her. Over the summer from eleventh to twelfth grade, she had gone from an average teenage girl, to a gorgeous and curvaceous woman. Her dark brown hair had grown down past her shoulders and hung loosely in the middle of her back. Her breasts had grown full and firm, easily filling out her lace bras which always just peaked over the top of her semi-low cut t-shirts. Her large chest narrowed down to a slim waist before going out to form her wide hips and her incredible ass. And I don’t just mean incredible, I mean perfect. Like a one-thousand-squats-per-day-for-ten-years perfect. Her tight fitting jean cut-offs just accented her large butt and made it seem even better. Finally, her long, toned legs and beach tan completed the picture of her. She was a girl I had masturbated to several times before.

Despite her new-found looks, she was still shy and didn’t talk to any guys so I had never thought of pursuing her. Even though I was tall and muscular from wrestling and football, I knew she was way out of my league. So when she started laughing at me, my whole face turned beat red in the dark classroom.

“What’s so funny?” I whispered to her.

She smiled at me and pointed down at my crotch.

“It looks like you’ve got a little problem down there, or more accurately a BIG problem.” She whispered in reply.

“I can’t help it, this thing has a mind of its own sometimes and it can be pretty uncomfortable to wear jeans some days.” I whispered back.

I turned my eyes back to the video, trying to take my mind off my raging erection and the hot girl next to me when I heard something that almost made me choke.

“Need some help?” asked Kristina, smiling.

Before I could answer she reached into my lap and grabbed my penis through my jeans, running her small hands up and down the length.

“Oh my.” She whispered, “I’m impressed Sam.”

I couldn’t respond. I could barely breathe correctly. After a minute of stroking my shaft, she reached over and unzipped my jeans before reaching into my pants and pulling my rock hard cock through the opening. After giving it a few strokes, she giggled again and then leaned over and wrapped her full, red lips around the head. She began sucking on the head and first couple inches lightly as my mind melted with pleasure. I couldn’t believe it. Here was this gorgeous vixen sucking on my dick, during class! She wrapped her hand around the base of it and continued going deeper, getting another inch or so in her mouth before pulling off for a breath. She breathed a little heavy and grinned up at me.

“You should see your face right now.” She whispered, trying to hold in laughter.

Done resting, she slipped her mouth once again over my head and pushed more and more of my cock into her wet, warm mouth until she had to move her hand off the base to get more in. She managed to get six inches in her mouth, with about an inch or two popping the entrance of her throat open and making her gag slightly, but try as she might, she couldn’t get the last two inches in. Seeing her struggles, I looked around to make sure no one had noticed us before placing my hand on the back of her head.