Her friends all wanted to hear about what it was like to watch a high school football game and then meet the players as they left the locker room. The...other fourth-graders just wanted to hear what it was like to be hanging out with cool high school kids. Her classmates all thought it was cool to be there for each game.The meal was interrupted by a loud screech of tires on the street outside, and then a loud something slammed into the metal screened door of the house. The accompanying splat on. Malone droned on and on about some King this or that from some forgettable era that held no interest for most of the students. Maureen wanted to check her phone to see what messages she had received since lunchtime, but was afraid to open it in the classroom. She did not want it confiscated like her last one.Maureen held back a giggle. She was certain Mr. Malone had forgotten to zip up. From her angle at the side of his desk, his pale green drawers were visible to be sure. Her mind started. She was a slut. A whore. A cocksucker!She felt her rocking head being clamped between cradling hands. Strong fingers dug into her long silky hair, curled around to cup the back of her head, guiding her. She speeded up, pumping furiously, sucking cock with grim determination.The renewed surge, caused his hands to tighten on her undulating head, and the man staggered back. She heard the a****l grunts he made through clenched teeth as he held her tight and his hips began to buck in instinctive. " I took the nut and upended it over her torso, liberally coating her breasts and stomach and making sure that plenty dribbled down into the furry little crevice between her thighs. "Jeez, what a sticky, sloppy mess," I said, tossing the coconut aside. "You really know how to flatter a girl." She pulled my head down and held it firmly against her elegant bosom. I licked the milk off her breasts with long slow strokes of my tongue, making sure to occasionally bump against the hard, protruding.