She took my cock all the way into her mouth. I could feel it bang the back of her throat, then actually go down her throat. The incongruity of the sit...ation hit me and I stiffled a laugh. Here I was with my Lit teacher swallowing my cock!She started to stroke my cock with her mouth. The combination of wetness, warmth, and pressure quickly sent me over the edge. I came with my cock deep in her throat. She felt my cock spasming and she held it there, taking every drop of my seed. I'm sure it. She flipped through them, reviewing the grades and the comments she'd written.Her students were hard-working, as a rule. There were those like Hunter, in the second hour, whose ambition was to operate heavy equipment and who would always struggle to express himself in writing. There were occasional cases like Lydia, who had sponged up multiple languages with no evident limit to her capacity. From nearly all of them, she could count on a sincere effort, at the least. Because of her age (and. Her services in exchange for my support. What was more, I knew she had fewer options than most.I guess I had taken her flirtations as being real offers, or at least a willingness to make an offer. I had told myself that her flirtations were little girl like. That they weren't real offers to deliver the goods advertised. I knew all that, I'd figured it out from the start. Somehow, though, I convinced myself that if I pushed her, she'd have to deliver.Now what should I do? I didn't sleep at all. I missed a few notes, and Megan didn’t quite get the tune right, but it was fun playing. We followed that up with “The Rain in Spain”, singing together, and I finished with “On the Street Where You Live.”Our performance wouldn’t have won any awards, but for a first attempt, with me sight-reading, it wasn’t too bad – and a lot of fun. More than once, we had to stop playing as we were laughing too hard, either at Megan’s attempt to imitate Eliza Doolittle’s cockney accent, or us missing the.