"Man, Miss Campbell's sure been lookin' good lately!" lanky Spike Foster said to the guys who had gathered in a group near the water fountains.
"Hey, you think she wears a bra?" Bobby Trent wanted to know, his roly-poly face aglow.
"Shit!" Spike said. "The way them big round tits of hers jiggle? Her fuckin' nipples even make dents in her dress."
"I'd like to get a hold of those titties!" another boy said.
Tommy had been listening to all this, and his young ego demanded recognition.
"I've played with her tits," he blurted.
All eyes turned toward him.
He read amazement, then derision in Spike's gaze. "Listen to this asshole!" he said. "He's played with Miss Campbell's titties! Shit!"
"I have!" Tommy maintained, his cheeks reddening. "Promise you won't spread it around if I tell you something else?"
The other boys obviously were trying to figure him out. Was he just snowing them, or could it be that he'd gotten close to the pretty teacher? Tommy had a reputation for being straight with them.
"We won't tell anybody," Bobby said. "What is it?"
"I fucked Miss Campbell!" Tommy proudly announced.
"No shit?" Bobby said.
"You Goddamn liar!" Spike challenged.
Tommy clenched his fists. "Take that back or I'll smash your face for you!"
Bobby pushed his bulk between them. He was gazing earnestly at Tommy. "Did you really fuck her? Really?"
"You're damned right!" Tommy said, feeling a bit guilty by that time for letting the secret out. But this didn't keep him from going on, now that his veracity had been challenged. "It happened yesterday, after school. Right in the classroom. And it happened before that, too, in the teacher's lounge."
Spike squinted. He was on the verge of becoming convinced. "You really fucked Miss Campbell?"
"Yeah. Now don't tell anybody else, huh? And I don't want to talk about it any more."
Tommy turned and walked away feeling like a man in the eyes of his peers. But he felt also that he may have hurt Miss Campbell and he hadn't wanted to do that.
"Maybe it's the truth," a boy said to Spike. "Miss Campbell had him stay after class a couple of times."
"Bullshit!" said Spike. "He's just braggin'. He couldn't fuck nobody. He ain't even got hair on his balls!"
Spike was proud of the wisps that curled around his own testicles. He was a year older than the other boys in his class, having been held back a grade when he was young.
Though he had never fucked, he had acquired the art of masturbation, and he frequently thought about Miss Campbell as he played with himself. It would have been great to glimpse her in the nude as she was making out with somebody, he thought – even better, though it was almost too good to imagine, to make out with her himself.
He decided to hang around after school that afternoon and check out Tommy's story. If the other boy remained in the classroom with the teacher, Spike would peek in through a window. He would find out whether Tommy had been bull-shitting them or not.
When the final bell rang, Susan didn't have a chance to invite Tommy to remain. The lad stood up and walked to her desk.
"Can we get it on again today?" he asked bright-eyed and expectant.
Susan felt a stimulating surge of warmth. "Oh, my darling! Of course we can! I want you, Tommy. I want you all the time. I love you so much!"
She rose quickly from her desk and circled it. The youth met her half-way. She pressed against him, and he wrapped his arms around her.
Spike, who had left the classroom with the rest of the students, got away from them as quickly as he could and circled the building. Glancing about to make certain he wasn't being observed, the tall, skinny lad sidled into the bushes just outside Miss Campbell's room. He crept up a window and peeked in.
A thrill went through him as he saw Tommy and Miss Campbell kissing. So Tommy hadn't been lying! He was making out with the teacher!
But, wait. Maybe they were just fooling around. Kissing was one thing, and fucking was something else.
Spike waited and stared.
Susan's tongue slipped into Tommy's mouth, circling and rubbing his. Her tongue withdrew.
Tommy knew what was expected of him, and it was just what he wanted to do, anyway. He slid his tongue into the teacher's mouth. He stroked the slippery bit of meat between her lips.
Susan thrilled.
Tommy's own excitement was evident by the fact that his cock had risen against her, though his snug jeans kept it from reaching full erection. Susan writhed against him.
The youth's hands became restless at her back. He began sliding them up and down. Susan was wearing a knitted blouse and skirt.
Tommy glided his hands down to the rounded cushions of her buttocks and enjoyed their springy responsiveness through her thin skirt and the even thinner panties he could feel beneath. Believing by that time that he could be as bold with Miss Campbell as he wished, the youth pulled her skirt up.
In the bushes outside the window, Spike got a hard-on as he watched the teacher's skirt-hem rise on her bare legs. But because her back was aimed away from him, he couldn't see her ass in sheer pink panties as Tommy lifted her skirt to her waist. All Spike could see was the arching edge of her panties at the top of her thigh.
Turn around, God damn it! he silently demanded, -and began to rub himself through his clothes.
But Susan didn't turn around. She had no reason to do so. She was enjoying herself just as she was, pressing against Tommy's risen hardness and kissing him passionately, while she gently ground her hips against him and enjoyed his caresses on her wiggling, panty-clad bottom.
Her young boyfriend was anxious to get on with the action, however. He let Miss Campbell's skirt drop and took hold of the bottom of her blouse. He lifted that clingy garment.
Susan stepped backward, allowing him room to remove her blouse. Her head was feather-light. Her lashes drooped. Her lips were moistly parted.
Spike, from outside the window, had a perfect view of the pretty teacher as Tommy drew her blouse up. The peeper's eyes fairly popped as Miss Campbell's round, full tits bobbed into view.
She raised her arms, and Tommy lifted her blouse over her head. He tossed it aside. Then he filled his hands with the luscious fruits on her chest and squeezed them. He bounced them up and down and patted them together, to Miss Campbell's evident enjoyment.
Tommy did play with the teacher's tits, Spike saw to his excitement. That led the older youth to conclude that everything else Tommy had bragged about was true, as well. He was going to fuck Miss Campbell, right in front of Spike's eyes.
By that time Spike's prick was so painfully constricted by his pants that he was forced to unzip himself and let his long, skinny organ leap out. He retracted the foreskin from its rosy, bulging head. But he didn't stroke himself. He had learned from experience that only a few strokes would bring him off, and he didn't want to climax yet. He wanted to enjoy everything he was about to see.
Tommy unfastened Miss Campbell's skirt, while the teacher stood compliantly, smiling at him. He let her skirt down, and she stepped from it. She took the garment and turned to lay it on his chair, affording Spike a delightful view of her ass with her thin pink panties clinging to it. The crack between her shapely buttocks showed hazily through the nylon.
Spike grasped his bone-hard cock. The organ throbbed in his first, the head swelling and lifting even higher. His prick was standing almost straight up.
Spike still didn't stroke himself, however. He wanted to enjoy his hard-on as long as possible before coming off.
Facing Tommy again, Susan began to undress the youth. She quickly removed his t-shirt, then knelt in front of him to unbuckle his belt. She pulled Tommy's pants down, and the front of his Jockey shorts surged forward. The peak in his springy briefs bobbed up and down in front of the teacher's face as he lifted his feet, to let her take off his tennis shoes, then repeated the process as she removed his jeans. Susan pulled his shorts down.
The lad's stiff cock leaped up and down as the stretchy fabric relinquished it. His white balls, which had begun to sprout just the faintest wisps of hair, hung exposed at the base of his upthrust dong.
Susan left his shorts hunched about his knees and leaned closer to him. She wrapped a delicate hand around the shank of his stiff penis and tilted the organ toward her rosy lips.
Spike could hardly believe what he was seeing as the teacher's moist tongue protruded and she began to lick the pink head of Tommy's cock.
"Jesus Christ!" Spike exclaimed aloud and clutched his prick harder.
Susan's waggling tongue worked pleasurably down the length of Tommy's standing penis until she reached the lad's balls. She licked his velvety scrotum, buffeting his balls about. She got her nose underneath his nuts, the better to breathe in his delicate manly scent, and licked the sensitive bridge between his balls and asshole.
Then she worked her way up over his balls again, licking them thoroughly, before walking her tongue to the head of Tommy's stalwart young cock. She glided her red lips over the tip of his pecker and enlarged the circle of her mouth as it slid down, completely encompassing the youth's throbbing cockhead. Sucking with evident pleasure, she slowly pumped her mouth on Tommy's prick.
Spike couldn't stand by, outside the window, and watch any more of that. He would have to bring himself off by his own hand or…
Why not! he thought, wild with excitement. If Tommy could get next to the teacher like he was doing why couldn't Spike get in on the fun, too?
Struggling painfully with his stiff prick, he managed to stuff it into his clothes and zip his jeans up. All the students, except for Tommy and himself had left the school by that time. The principal and teachers had left also, except for Miss Campbell. There was no one to observe Spike as he hurried around the building the front of his pants pushing forward, and entered by the back way. He rushed to Miss Campbell's room.
As he entered quietly, the pretty teacher was still kneeling in front of Tommy, bobbing her brunette head. The youth was standing facing away from the door, his head tilted back and his eyes shut. He was biting his lip as great surges of passion coursed up through his body from his stiff cock which Miss Campbell was rhythmically sucking.
Spike felt he had nothing to fear as he quickly moved up beside Tommy. If Miss Campbell refused to do for him what she was doing for Tom, he could tell what he had seen and get her run out of town. She wouldn't dare refuse, he believed.
He unzipped his pants and let his prick leap out, stiff and long.
If Susan hadn't had her eyelids lowered so that she could see only the spit-slick shaft of Tommy's cock as she sucked it, she would have been aware of Spike's entry sooner. But as it was, she didn't glimpse the lanky lad until his pecker was quivering before her.
She opened her eyes wide and jerked her mouth off Tommy's candy-stick.
"Ch-Charles!" she exclaimed, for that was Spike's real name. "What are you doing here?"
The answer to the question was obvious: Spike was standing there with his prick sticking up, waiting for the teacher to do with it what she had been doing with Tommy's.
Susan's gaze leveled to Spike's cock, and her excitement surged. She loved Tommy, but she had affection to spare. She could easily lavish some on Spike, though he wasn't as sweet and innocent-acting as Tommy was.
Tommy didn't find the other youth's presence so welcome.
"Man, bug off!" he demanded, clenching his fists.
Spike paid no attention to him. He was gazing down through narrowed eyes at the teacher, who was staring at his prick as if she were about to grasp it.
He made this easy for her, by taking a step closer. His upthrust dick nodded invitingly.
Susan clutched it, and a great thrill went through Spike.
"Shit!" exclaimed Tommy, whose own cock was quivering as he writhed in frustration.
Susan began to lick the head of Spike's pecker. She derived a fresh burst of flavor and a somewhat raunchier scent than Tommy had conveyed. Still, Spike was only a lad – just fourteen – so there was none of the negative feeling she had when she was with a grown man.
She let her encircling lips crawl over the tip of Spike's cock and inch their way downward until she had encompassed the entire head.
The youth had never imagined such wondrous thrill as he experienced with his cock in the teacher's warm, wet mouth and her lip-stroking and sucking it. He gazed down at her silken black hair, which slowly bobbed up and down… at her quivering tits which hung suspended in luscious fullness… and at her rounded ass with pink panties stretched across the quivering cheeks.
Spike's head swirled.
Unlike Tommy, who had barely reached the age where he could come and therefore possessed strong natural resistance, Spike was old enough to come easily and had little resistance at all. He could take less than a half-dozen strokes of Miss Campbell's sucking lips before his balls tightened and he felt hot semen surge up from them. He made a strangling cry as the cum shot through the tube of his trembling pecker into his teacher's mouth.
Startled, Susan gulped, swallowing, the gooey substance which splashed over her tongue and down her throat. This gave her a wild thrill, and she didn't stop sucking Spike. He shot again and again, writhing ecstatically as Tommy watched with mouth agape. Susan reveled in the scent and taste of Spike's semen. She couldn't gulp fast enough to get it all down and a trickle oozed out between Spike's jerking shaft and her lips, running down her chin.
When the lad's balls had been sucked dry, he tottered backward on rubbery legs, dragging his penis from the teacher's mouth. She immediately turned back to Tommy.
"No!" the other lad exclaimed, holding her away from him. "I want to fuck you now!"
"Yes… yesss!" Susan said excitedly, scrambling to her feet. "Please fuck me!"
She bent over one of the student's desks, aiming her panty-clad bottom at Tommy. While Spike watched, the younger youth grasped the teacher's pants and pulled them down. Her black-haired pussy peeped out from between her white thighs.
Susan spread her legs apart, stretching her panties between her knees, and Tommy moved up, grasping his prick and aiming it at her enticing target. He twisted the head against her puffy slit, gaining entry, then pushed with his hips and glided his entire organ into her. Her cunt was even tighter than usual, when attacked from behind that way, with her thighs pressing at either side of it.
Tommy fucked forward and back, grasping his teacher's bare hips.
As Spike watched, his wet prick twitched and started rising again. Susan saw this from the corner of her eyes and reached for him, grasping him by the handle and pulling him toward her face. Her pink, glistening mouth opened, and she clamped it around the head of his dong. She sucked his cock ardently while Tommy screwed her, and Spike's prick quickly attained rigid erection. Now he had resistance, because his balls had been drained only moments before.
He rocked forward and back, fucking his teacher's mouth, while Tommy drove long, hard strokes into her juicy, tight snatch. The youths looked at each other and exchanged happy smiles. It was clear to Tommy, by that time, that Susan had enough to offer for them both.
Susan had never been in such heaven, sucking one boy while getting fucked by another. She wiggled and thrust her hot ass against Tommy's strokes while her lips skidded up and down Spike's slippery pole.
The sight of her cocksucking Spike added to the stimulation Tommy was receiving from her tight pussy as he speared it, and he quickly reached a climax. His vigorous spurts gave Susan an orgasm. She mouthed Spike fiercely as she came, champing on his rubbery cockhead while her lips pulled at his shaft.
Still he remained stiff, writhing and thrusting.
As soon as Tommy pulled out of the teacher, she let go of Spike's cock and stood up. Her brain was spinning, and she continued quaking inside.
She lay down on her back across the student's desk and kicked her legs in the air. Her pink panties were still wound about her knees.
"Take off my damn pants and fuck me!" she said to Spike.
The youth eagerly complied, pulling Susan's panties down her legs and giving them a toss. They hooked on a comer of a student's chair. Susan spread her legs wide, keeping them up in the air, and Spike gazed at her wet, pink cunt in its black, hairy forest. He saw her asshole, too, with its radiating little puckers.
Clutching his cock, he moved up, and introduced the skinny pole into his teacher's open channel. He fucked her eagerly, clamping his hands over her full, rubber-like tits. He pulled at her tittles, twisting her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs, as he pumped his prick joyously in and out of her.
"Come here, Tommy!" Susan cried, her head hanging down backwards over the opposite edge of the desk. Her dark hair streamed to the floor.
Tommy quickly moved around to stand in front of her upside-down face. She raised her head a bit, and the lad's damp, soft penis dangled into her open mouth. Since Tommy's dick was quite small when flaccid, Susan was able to take it all. Her lips sucked at the hairless base of it, and the boy's balls rested against the tip of her nose.
Tommy supported her head in his hands as she worked on his dangling dingus, buffeting the adorable little thing around in her mouth. She drank down the fuck-juice that washed off it, giving her a new taste delight, because it was a mingling of her own cum with his.
How many ways there were to enjoy sex! she had discovered. Thanks to her guidance, the boys were discovering all the ways, too.
She flexed her legs in the air, wide apart, as Spike stroked his slippery, lean prick in and out of her wiggling quim. She tugged at Tommy's dong, gradually stiffening it out so that she had to relinquish part of it. But she liked it better now that it was hard and held her lips apart, giving them something to glide on.
She sucked eagerly. Tommy stroked forward and back. She discovered that the angle from which he was penetrating her mouth made it easy for her to take his strokes into her throat, and she resumed mouthing his entire prick, this time in rhythmic lunges. Her tight throat clutching at his cockhead gave the lad an added thrill.
Meanwhile Spike was fucking wildly in her pussy, struggling to attain his second ejaculation. He moved so actively, with such long, forceful strokes, that his cock nearly slipped out of her cunt-hole several times, as he drew back. Finally, his prick did slip out and skidded on Susan's wet, wiggling crotch. Spike thrust blindly and-zap! His skinny, slippery cock forced open her asshole and slid all the way up one stroke, before either of them knew what was happening.
"Hey!" Spike exclaimed, startled, as he felt the super-tight, rippling grasp of her anus.
"Keep it there!" Susan panted as she jerked her mouth from Tommy's rod. "Fuck my ass, Charles! Fuck it gooood!"
She resumed sucking Tommy's cock as Spike, his brain reeling giddily, stroked his slender prick in and out of his teacher's hot, grabby ass. This was even better than fucking her pussy!
He clutched the backs of her upraised legs, using them for purchase as he twisted and thrust in her asshole, which was like a tight rubber band around his dick. What a thrill that was! The youth moaned and panted.
The added thrill Susan received from having Spike's prick up her ass caused her to gulp at Tommy's cock all the harder. He stroked wildly in and out between her sucking lips. She squirmed on the student's desk, reveling in the thrust of teenaged pricks at both ends of her body. She clutched her cunt, running two fingers into it. She felt Spike's cock sawing on the other side of the thin membranes which separated her rectum and cunt, and she stroked the hot, tingling tip of her clitty.
Her climax blossomed into a mouth-champing, ass-rippling frenzy which brought Spike along, squirting into her guts, while Tommy exploded in her mouth, sending his warm cum shooting down her throat.
Susan had never had it so good, and it went without saying that both boys were thrilled witless. Never before had they experienced such fun at school.