I was just born a hungry cock loving slut.

Before I knew it, I was grinding my little cunt on the corner of the washing machine during the spin cycle. Not far after, I broke my hymen with a giant carrot from the garden, and by the time I got to high school, I had been stuffed with doggy cock, daddy cock, and neighbor cock. Sleepover fuck feast was the normal Saturday to do. I was just that much of a hungry cock loving slut!

But nothing felt better than my freshman year of high school. When I walked through those doors for the first time, I did not see lockers and classrooms. Instead, I saw a cock warehouse full of juicy inventory. Aisle One was jock cock, aisle two was goth cock, aisle three was boring boyfriend cock, and aisle four was the winner – teacher cock.

I knew right then that I was going to have a lot of teacher cock. The pull of getting married men to take an immense risk by pounding my 16-year-old pussy made me so wet. Just because I could not get my middle school teachers to fuck me did not mean I was going to stop trying to seduce my teachers to do the forbidden.

When I went into my Social Studies class and met Mr. Barnes, I got horny on the spot like a horny cock loving slut.

I decided he would be my first teacher-fuck!  He was six feet tall, board shoulders, wavy blond hair, and white teeth. That day I took in the sights from the back row. He wore a pink button-down shirt, slim fit khakis, and freshly shined loafers.

As he told us how the class was going to work, my juices began to dribble out and spider across my thighs. His deep voice and comfortable rhythm stirred every sexual bone in my body. I put my hand under the desk and rubbed my wet panties.

He looked at me for just a second and winked like he almost knew how much of a horny cock loving slut I was. Emboldened, I pushed my polka-dotted cotton panties aside and slid two fingers into my cunt. I had to bite my pencil to keep from moaning. As the class was nearing the bell, I found inspiration!

I stuck the eraser end of the pencil into my little fuck hole and slimed it with my pussy juice. I pulled it out when the bell rang, and as I left, I handed him the pencil.

The next day, I went into the girl’s bathroom before Social Studies and pulled off my panties. 

I stuffed them into my cunt before going into class. As Mr. Barnes went through the lesson plan, I sat in the back of the room and rubbed my clit under the desk to soak those cunt-stuffed panties.

When the bell rang, I let everyone leave class first, and as I walked out, I pulled those little girl panties out of my steamy hole and pressed them into his hand. His eyes went wide, and he tried to talk, but no words came out. On the third day, I went into class and sat in the first row, right in front of his desk. I decided that morning to wear a short little plaid skirt and the top of my little brother’s Cub Scout uniform.

Every male eye in the school was looking at me as I walked the halls. It got me off knowing they knew I was a hungry cock loving slut. It was amazing to see erections sprout everywhere as they took in my half-child, half-teenager look. Once in class, I deftly moved my skirt up and flashed my juicy pink cunt. Mr. Barnes made no sense during class.

He kept losing his place; he bumped into his desk, and he finally sat down to undoubtedly hide his bulge.

Next time, I will talk about asking Mr. Barnes for extra credit.

Want me to be your naughty student during our phone sex fun? 

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