He opened his mouth to speak…
Stacy watched apprehensively as a number of expressions flitted across the Edgar’s jowled face. He was beet red and trembling, but she could see that he was working himself up into a rage. In a moment, he would open his mouth and she would be finished at Greenwood.
"Miss Richards," he said at last, his voiced choking slightly. "I’m afraid I have n-no choice but to report this incident to the principal."
Stacy sagged back against the desk. That was it; she was screwed now. She almost burst into tears. To be caught now, after all this time…
"This sort of behaviour is not to be tolerated on the schoolgrounds… or anywhere, for that matter. If someone else had walked in…"
Stacy looked up at him as he continued to rant: the rumpled tweed suit; the thick grey mustache; the short, fat body… One chance. She glanced over at the thermos sitting near her on the desk, but there was no time for it.
"Mr. Edgar," she interrupted, slipping her tits out from under her blouse and cupping them upwards towards him. The teacher stopped talking and stared at her, eyes bulging.
"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was low and throaty as she tried to sound seductive.
Mr. Edgar could only stammer as he watched the beautiful teenage student cup and massage her firm young titties for him. Such beautiful tits! He felt himself being drawn in as she straightened up and began walking towards him. It had been so long!
His hands itched to reach out and feel…
Stacy’s confidence began to return as she watched his reactions. The math teacher had now stopped his attempts to speak and was staring intently at her breasts as she massaged them. Continuing to speak in a soft, seductive voice, she moved slowly towards him.
"I bet you’d like to touch them," she invited. "They’re your’s, if you like." By this time, she was directly in front of him. She pushed her tits upwards, offering them to him. Please she thought, please take them.
Slowly, his hands reached up and took hold of the offered tits. Stacy moved her hands away as he began knead them. Despite the fact that she felt no arousal (the previous effect of the drugs had fled completely), she forced herself to moan and writhe as though his hands on her tits was getting her hot.
In fact, nothing of the sort was happening, but she couldn’t let him know that. Without the drugs, the humiliation of the situation was almost overwhelming, but she couldn’t give into it; she was fighting for her life at Greenwood, and she would do anything to keep Edgar from reporting her. She was going to give him the fuck of his life!
Dennis grumbled angrily at his friend Tim as he ran across the now empty gymnasium. If he hadn’t wasted his time waiting for the jerk, he would be with Stacy now. As it was, Tim had not bothered to inform Dennis of the fact that he had a doctor’s appointment after class, and wouldn’t be able to make their weekly meeting with the bitch. Dennis would have to go on his own.
Dennis slowed to a walk as he entered the passageway which led to the instructor’s room. He hoped Stacy was still waiting. She’d better be. He saw as he approached that the door was open a crack; he pushed it open and peered inside.
Stacy was there, alright, but she wasn’t waiting. She was perched, straddling, over Mr. Edgar (THE MATH TEACHER!) as he sat behind the desk. Stacy was facing outward, with her back towards the sweating teacher, so Dennis had an unobstructed view of her cunt as it slid up and down on Edgar’s erect penis. He also had an unobstructed view of Stacy as she propelled herself up and down: her flushed, vacant face; her hands, one furiously mauling her exposed tits, which were already red and splotchy from abuse, and the other bent over her shoulder and wrapped around Edgar’s neck to steady herself; her long, sleek legs, only partially hidden by the short gym-skirt, alternately flexing and relaxing as they moved her sleek body up and down on the math teacher’s impaling cock.
She began to make small moaning sounds as she moved. A thin line of drool escaped from between her pouty lips and glistened on her chin as she squirmed and wriggled in lustful abandonment. Beads of sweat…
"What’s going on?"
Dennis tore himself away from the activities in the small room and turned to see Ted Reed, a fellow member of the Rec class. Ha! Grinning, Dennis put his fingers to his lips and gestured for the newcomer to put his eye to the crack in the door. Ted did so and almost chocked with surprise.
Stacy seemed to be just mounting the crest of an intense orgasm. She stiffened up and leaned back, lifting her legs from the floor and bouncing energetically on the invading penis as it squelched in and out of her gobbling pussy. Behind her, Mr. Edgar grabbed her tits and held on tightly as she thrashed and wriggled her pleasure. Moments later, he too came, shooting his load straight into her sopping cunt.
"Christ!"
Ted’s mouth hung open as he watched the action. He was frozen in the doorway as Stacy slipped off the exhausted teacher’s lap and slid to her knees in front of him. Brushing her blonde hair back from her face, she slipped her mouth over his now-flaccid cock and began sucking it clean. Mr. Edgar could only sit there and moan softly as the teenaged slut gently lapped at his penis and balls.
Then, the inevitable happened. Unable to contain himself, Ted coughed. Stacy jerked her mouth away from the teacher’s cock, banging her head against the underside of the desk. Mr. Edgar sprang to his feet, surprisingly limber for a man of his bulk, and rushed out of the room, his face beet red and his pants still down around his ankles. Ted saw him coming and stepped aside, but Dennis was bowled over as Mr. Edgar rushed down the hallway and out of sight.
The kiss lasted for a long time. When it finally broke, Ashley was no longer crying, but, rather, had a strange look on her face. She stared at her blackmailer, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Staring back, Karen brought her other hand up and slipped it under Ashley’s blouse and up to her tits. Ashley tried to pull away, but Karen held her close. Karen began to massage Ashley’s breasts under her blouse. The other girl began to tremble, but did not protest.
Again, Karen drew Ashley down for a kiss. This time, Gary thought he saw Ashley parted her lips in anticipation, but he couldn’t be sure.
Stacy crouched on her knees, trying to remain silent as she hid under the desk. A thin trickle of sperm seeped out of her cunt and began to run down her leg, but she ignored it. Who was it? What had they seen? Furiously, she tried to do up the buttons of her blouse and straighten out her short skirt. Her heart almost stopped as she heard footsteps coming around the front of the desk. A face appeared: Dennis! Stacy trembled with relief; thank god it was someone who already knew about her.
She started to back out from under the desk, but Dennis gestured for her to remain where she was. What was going on? She froze again as another set of footsteps crossed the room. Tim? It must be… No, it wasn’t. Another boy… it was Ted Reed, another of her students, sat down in the same chair Mr. Edgar had occupied a few moments earlier.
"Go ahead," she heard Dennis say. "She loves to suck."
Stacy flushed with anger. That asshole! She started to back out again, but then stopped as Ted pulled his rock-hard cock out of his pants. She stared at it; Ted was a student at Greenwood; he counted against her quota.
"C’mon, slut," Dennis ordered. He bent down and slapped her hard on her exposed ass. "I promised my friend here a blowjob."
Stacy gritted her teeth and tried in vain to recapture any vestige of the arousal she had been experiencing a few moments earlier with the math teacher, but there was nothing left. The intense orgasm along with the shock of being discovered seemed once again to have burned away the effects of drug. She thought longingly of the thermos sitting on top the desk; she had been lucky enough to get a swallow from it while Edgar had pulled down his pants, but it didn’t look like she was going to get the chance here.