“When you feel the back of my throat,” she whispered, “press down gently on the back of my head and thrust your hips forward – not too hard, b...ut I want your cock all the way down my throat.”She opened her mouth again and engulfed my aching cock. Slowly bobbing, working her way down my shaft until I could feel her throat again…that soft impact at the bottom of every stroke. She slowed her rhythm, pausing a little longer on the end of each stroke…pushing a little harder. She made a sound around. She suspected that it was deliberate, yet another way to disorient and depress the students.She also noticed that the girls ranged from stark naked to fully dressed. One of the naked girls was bent over a teacher's desk, her red-striped bottom facing the class. Another stood tearfully, head bowed, hands at her sides, while the teacher was saying something to her. Linda was determined that some things would change at that school.Eventually, her classmates were dismissed. She walked up behind. I gagged, longing for some breath. He pulled my head back, making me take a break. But I insisted, swallowing this thing again, slowly until my larynx was used to the invasion. I pushed my head harder, until this black cock disappeared completely in my throat. The feeling was great. I heard Shawn was moaning in pleasure. He started fucking my mouth with his hips. He made long strokes. I felt his cock getting even thicker in my mouth.All of a sudden I felt the first stream of semen in my throat.. His working day was a ruin now, so the couple of hours delay before the auto rescue people could recover his car, wasn't the major catastrophe it would normally have been.An hour had passed since his return to the house to find April in her compromising position, before he saw her again. She had dressed in slacks and a loose blouse. It wasn't her golf attire Jon noticed.Want some lunch? She yelled from the kitchen. Got some very nice turkey ham in the fridge, bit of salad with it?He answered in.