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"What’s going on?" Sharon whispered. "What are they fighting about?"
Gary shrugged. "Something about boys, I think. Karen’s telling her not to do something."
A few second later, Karen straightened up and walked across the room towards the older girl. Ashley turned away, hiding behind a curtain of thick, reddish-brown hair, but Karen put her hand on the taller girl’s shoulder and slowly turned her around.
Ashley was crying now, her eyes red and swollen. She dropped her hands to her sides and said one word. Gary couldn’t hear it, but he understood well enough: "please."
Karen slowly brought her hand up to the other girl’s cheek and brushed away a tear. Ashley flinched, but did not pull away. They stood like this for a few moments, Ashley crying quietly and Karen tenderly ru
Then, slowly, Karen slipped her hand behind Ashley’s head and brought her face down to meet her own in a kiss. The two girl’s lips met…
The math teacher cast around for something to say or do, but his tongue seemed frozen, thick and useless in his mouth. All he could think of was the picture Stacy had presented a few moments ago as he had spied upon her masturbating. Now, she was cringing away from him, eyes wide with fear. What was he going to do? If someone caught him in this position he would lose his job for sure.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered himself to speak. After all, he reasoned, he was the teacher here. He was not the one who had been caught doing something wrong. Her behaviour merited expulsion, at the very least. He had a responsibility! Why, it could have been one of the younger students who had stumbled across the little slut rather than a mature adult such as himself! This was a serious matter indeed.
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!
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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 De
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?"
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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 De
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.