The older the man the better – I would picture myself running my fingers through their greying hair and pushing their head down ensuring his mouth c...uldnt leave my young juicy pussy until I was satisfied. At this point I was still a virgin, and no man had touched me. Frequently I would fantasise about being the only student in an after-school detention. Id imagine my teacher with his strength and age coming over to me and picking me up, Id imagine him forcing me onto his large oak desk.. "Matty, it's Grace. Do you mind if I come in and talk to you?" Grace poked her head into his room looking for him. She quickly found him laying up against his desk in the far corner of the bedroom. She gulped and took a step in sliding along the wall to help her stand up start and not fall over. Matty looked up at grimaced, "What are you doing here?" He asked her his voice not the sweet loving voice she had gotten to know so well. It was a mad pissed off voice that only drunks used. "Matty, I. “Now, your arse”, he said. He bent me over the end of the couch, & pulled my arse back a bit. I felt some cold lube, running down the crack of my arse. He pushed some in with his two fingers, then three, four!! I was being prepared for his 10 inches. More lube was applied. I was thank full he knew what he was doing………“Sniff this”, he said, & held a bottle of “Poppers” under my nose. I held one nostril, then the other, as I inhaled the fumes. My head felt so light, so relaxed……..I. His dick kept rubbing against my lips before I grasped the idea that he wanted me to suck it. I opened my mouth and began to wrap it around his shaft, sucking it exactly like I would suck a lollypop. I finally saw why many songs about blowjobs referred to lollypops as I began bobbing my head up and down on his throbbing cock. He held my long blonde hair back to keep it off my face and out of my mouth as I sucked him off. “Stop!” he commanded. Pulling my mouth off of his cock, he began to move.