I had just turned 18, and I was always hot for a good fuck. I thought of myself as a very hot sexy girl. I stood at 5′ 7 and I weighed 120 pounds. My best asset was my big tits. At 18 I was a very full 38DD. I worked out almost everyday, so my body was in the best shape. I worked out so much I had a very nice toned body. I also tanned myself so I would have a nice glow to my skin. It all went well with my silky long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

I always had a date for Friday and Saturday nights. I went to a private school so it was harder for me to find new men to fuck. I think during my senior year I fucked just about everyone in my school that had a big cock. I was always searching for the biggest one to satisfy my needs. All the boys my age couldn’t fuck me any longer than 20 minutes. To me that was a warm up, and I always wanted more. I just loved sucking on big cock, the bigger the better. I think that was the problem, I sucked on them so long that it made the sex so short.

It was a Monday in the middle of the school year when I got a new history teacher. He was hot! It looked like he had just started teaching classes, fresh from college. He stood about 6′ 3 and weighed about 220 pounds. He was nicely built and was so fuckable! His dark jet black hair and light clear blue eyes, were the biggest turn on that I have ever seen. I was determined to fuck him before the school year was over. That is when I made my plan.

My plan was to do really bad in his class, and have him tutor me after school. So everyday I sat up front and, kept my required white button down shirt unbuttoned just far enough for him to see my cleavage. I always hiked up my blue plaid skirt up enough to see my very tanned and toned thighs. I knew this had worked since, when he looked at me, he looked at my cleavage. Everyday he looked at me more and more. I was glad that my plan was coming together.

It was about two months until I graduated, when Mr. Rambo and wrote on my test paper “See me after class!” I waited until everyone had left the class room and walked up to his desk.

I said, “What’s wrong? How bad am I really doing?”

Mr. Rambo said, “Your grades have dropped a lot since I have been your teacher. Why are you doing so poorly?”

“You seem to be a very bright young lady, what’s going on? Is it home? School? Your friends?”

“Well I just don’t get what’s going on. I am totally lost, I study all the time and I still don’t get it. I’m sorry I will try and do better.”