His laughter stopped abruptly; cut off by the serpent spitting copiously into his mouth, down his throat, gushing over his lips. He sucked the last dr...p from the swollen head then passed it up into the dark hole descending onto his face, smothering him in a fiery embrace which slid through his flesh, taking it deep inside, until he felt it move back and down, sliding over his chest, his stomach then taking his engorged erection, inch by inch into the musk-drenched depths. He opened his eyes. Gross.“Next”Number 62. Fuck, how many guys are there? Shit, I can't remember that many numbers. Concentrate. Concentrate. This one is really rough and normal sized. I like it. I suck him hard and I can hear him moan. I think I recognize that moan. “Next”Number 18. Not my cup of tea. I can feel pre-cum oozing his hole. What if he blows? Does that disqualify him? Concentrate. Concentrate.“Next”Number 10. Feels like number 30 again. I can't really talk with this dick in my mouth. I guess I wait. Please, they said. I have to have it, they said. I want to taste it, I want to swallow your hot, sweet cum. And just like the week before, I pumped my load against the shed wall.I made myself decent quickly. I didn’t want to be caught doing it, just to have done it and leave it there. I knew that once the sound of the mower running had stopped, she’d soon be out, and she was already halfway across the yard on her way to the shed when I stepped out and slammed the door behind me.“Well, that was. He could always make me cum like that and I moaned with gratitude while I nursed eagerly on his tongue. A few moments later he joined me, Principal Davis groaning with the effort of dumping one more load of hot man cum into my quivering, sissy cunt."You could get a two year degree," he said, still inside me. Still hard as we caught our breath."And do what?" I wondered."Get a teacher's certificate," he told me with a smile. "All you need is an associates, then a year to get qualified..." So in.