My Spit Makes Her Horny

“MR COX!” The teacher screamed.

With a sharp jerk Jack jolted awake. He’d fallen asleep…again. He looked around blearily at the laughing faces of his schoolmates. Looking down he found a huge puddle of droop upon his desk. Great.

Cringing he watches the spit drip onto the floor, all the while trying to find a dark place in his head to hide in.

“Mr Cox” The teacher repeated.

The class erupts in laughter as they notice the drip on the floor, even Miss Brown struggles to keep a smirk from her face.

“Mr Cox, for the third time” She crosses her arms waiting.

Jack wiped his arm across the desk, collecting the liquid rather than soaking it up unfortunately, before raising his head and giving her the attention she deserves. Which at this point was barely a glance due to the spittle now soaking through his shirt sleeve.

“That’s the fourth time in two weeks you’ve fallen asleep in my lesson. Next week find somewhere else to go. I’ve heard Miss Wilcon’s takes well to disrespectful pupils…” The teacher trailed off and she finally gave up on hiding that smile, although it was more sinister than expected.

Jack groaned inwardly.

Not only had he dribbled on himself, missed his most important class and embarrassed himself in front of all of his friends. He now had to move to Wilcons room. Jack slumped his head into his hands. He couldn’t afford to fail this class.

A week rolls by and he finds himself stood outside a classroom door. The plaque above reads ‘Mrs Wilcon – Food Technology’.

Butterflies flit inside Jack’s stomach. Irrational, obviously, but it’s like starting a new class or any new experience, there’s always nerves especially appreciating the circumstances that brought him here.

Taking a deep breath, he knocks and enters.

Mrs Wilcons is a huge hag of a woman. Greasy hair, yellow teeth and B.O that hit you like a speeding truck. She is the epitome of nasty, a made-again Miss Trunchbul.

She easily remembers Jack from when he joined his friends in throwing eggs at her car on April Fools day, and she makes the most of her power. Without so much as a hello she sentences him to the back of the class muttering as he goes…

“What goes around comes around Mr Cox….”

Queue three weeks worth of absolute pure torment.

The only upside to this being that Mrs Wilcons teaches an all female class full of THE most gorgeous students in school.

After one particularly awful morning class, Jack leans back in his chair and tries to take some comfort in the small but perky and beautiful breasts of Alice Bishop, the girl sitting to his left. He glances occasionally, trying hard not to show his interest, shes caught him staring once already.

Her straight brown hair nearly covers her petite breasts but on this hot summers day, she pulls it back to tie in a ponytail, leaving Jack with a clear view of her white shirt and black bra that seems tantalisingly visible. His eyes trail down to the tight black skirt, mind starting to wonder what colour panties she’s got on…

“MR COX!”

…fuck.

His attention snaps back to the front of the class where Wilcons awaits.

She now describes in a very painful and sarcastic tone, how to make Bolognese. She finishes her stint by telling Jack and the class that she will taste everyone’s dish at the end of the day.

He groans. Funnily enough, Alice does too, but probably because she knows who her partner is. But Jack has an idea.

Flashforward forty minutes and Jack leans over the bubbling pot full of lovely bolognaise Alice has so dutifully worked on and slowly dribbles a large globule of spit into the sauce. With a smile he imagines Mrs Wilcons tasting his dish as he stirs it in.

His mission complete, Jack watches Alice stress over the last few details of the meal. He helps a bit and does the washing up for her, mostly because he had a better view of her butt from there. The black skirt has ridden up her toned legs to show just a slight curve of the underside of her buttcheek and shes too busy to notice. Sweat seems to be pouring freely from her back and armpits. Jack feels his cock stirring at the sight.

Flashforward another few minutes and Jack sits with a huge grin plastered on his face. Alice takes a small sip as does Mrs Wilcons.

Serves that bitch right for making my life hell.

There was a bit of an anti climax. Only he knew what had happened. So he sat in silence for a minute to just appreciate his own good idea. He watched as Alice, now out of her seat, flew around the room excited about how good the food tasted! She was so proud of herself, even stopping to thank Jack for his help. She was eating masses of it, Jack found it quite hot knowing she enjoyed eating his saliva so much.

But the day continued without a fuss. He returned to the class after school to find Alice and collect his food. He found her already there, with a warm greeting he moved past her to collect what he needed from the class fridge. He heard the door shut behind him.

“Alice?” He said.

Turning around Jack found the door to the classroom closed and locked, the blind had been drawn. And standing in front of him was Alice, all 5ft 5 of her brown haired pale skin sexiness.

“I don’t know what you put in that food Jack but I have not stopped thinking about you all day. I’ve been dripping wet, it got so bad…look…”

With that she pulled her tight black skirt up slightly, showing the bright blue pair of underwear she had on beneath. Jack could clearly see the dark patch on the front from her wetness. His underwear stared tenting.

Now Jack is definitely not one to question when things are going good. In fact it happened so irregularly that he barely gave the slightest thought as to why one of the hottest girls in school had just locked him in the food tech room and shown him her wet panties. He shrugged mentally.

Five short steps and Alice was on him. She kissed him hard. Tongue forcing into his mouth, swirling around his tongue and teeth. It took a second, but Jack kissed back.

She tasted like sweet strawberry… sounding cliche I know, but perhaps she’d had a sweet or something, it is a kitchen after all.

Jack wasted no time in running his hands over her body, down her back and up to her breasts, giving each a firm squeeze. Alice moaned into his mouth.

Alice herself has her hands roaming, already rubbing the front of his crotch and unbuttoning his trousers, she falls to her knees without prompt and in seconds she has his trousers around his ankles and her wet hot mouth firmly around the head of his penis.

She begins slow. Stroking from the base to the tip, licking as she goes. She strokes him more, taking his balls into her mouth, washing them with her tongue. She goes back to the tip and begins to take his member into her throat. Jack groans, taking the sides of her head and slowly thrusting deeper into her orifice.

Warmth floods deep throughout his cock as her spit begins to dribble slowly down his member. She’s gagging now, trying her hardest to take as much as she can.

“Look at me.” Jack demands.

She raises her dark brown eyes up. Tears stream from her bloodshot eyes as black mascara trails down her cheeks. Jack pauses, the tip just outside her mouth. He can feel the hot breath coming from her as she desperately tries to catch her breath from his abuse.

He waits until she’s taken a breath in before slamming his cock down her throat. Unprepared as she was, there was no resistance. Jack deepthroats her hard. Harder and further than she’s ever had and before long her nose is buried in and amongst his pubes. With a sudden and violently loud sound of choking and gasping for air, Alice loses control and vomits all over the long cock buried deep in her throat. Time freezes as the hot liquid dribbles from the base of his cocks and puddles upon the floor.

He looks down to see a wet puddle flowing freely from between Alice’s bent legs as well, her own clear nectar mixing with the contents of her stomach.

Finally Jack pulls back. He’s reached his limit. He sprays his load, thick long globules of sperm onto her face. Her eyes stay open as she wordlessly swoons in pleasure and smiles as the load lands upon her sweat, saliva and sick coated face.

“Now get up and bend over you slut” Jack demands.

The End.