Chapter 1
Melanie scanned the classroom. "Who wants to model for us this morning?"
The two-dozen or so students, many of them hidden from her behind their easels, went on talking as if she wasn't there. She'd been warned that they were a particularly unruly bunch, a group of seniors who'd failed to graduate in the spring and now were being given one last chance to graduate if they could successfully complete Melanie's summer-school art course and earn the extra credit needed for graduation. If they failed, they'd be spending at least another semester in high school, starting next fall. This course was an easy way out for all of them, but at the moment not many of them seemed to care.
"Come on," Melanie said. "Who wants to be our first model? We'll be working everyday from the living model, and we don't have models to work from except ourselves, so each of you will be expected to model at least twice during the course. Who wants to be daring and be our first model?"
A few more students seemed to listen to her this time, but most of them went on talking, and Melanie wasn't quite sure how to handle their disregard. This was, after all, the first class of the first course she'd ever taught. She was thirty years old and had spent her life since college living alone in a secluded cabin in the woods, drawing and painting, trying to become recognized as an artist. She'd gotten recognized, all right--her art works hung in many galleries and even in a few museums--but despite her success as an artist, she'd finally realized that she was leading an extremely sheltered and solitary life in the woods, cut off from other people and many of life's pleasures. Taking this summer school teaching job at the local high school in the nearby town was her attempt to get back into society after a long, self-imposed exile.
"Well," she said, "since nobody wants to volunteer, I guess I'll have to choose somebody."
The class quieted down noticeably when she said that. Several sun-tanned faces glanced at her from behind easels. They were an unruly but healthy-looking bunch, and in the hot weather, they were dressed in shorts or jeans, t-shirts or blouses, athletic shoes, sandals, or simply, bare feet.
"Hey teacher," said one of the boys. "Why don't we have nude models?"
His remark brought a round of rowdy, lecherous laughter from the boys and nervous titters from the girls.
"That's exactly what I had in mind," said Melanie, and their laughter stopped. She'd finally got the attention of all of them.
"Are you serious?" said another boy. "Nude?"
"Of course," said Melanie. "There's no finer subject for drawing than the nude human body. Now, who wants to model?"
The kids giggled among themselves, several of them red-faced, especially the girls.
"Hey teacher," said the boy who'd originally suggested nude modeling. "Why don't you model first, show us how it's done."
Now it was Melanie's turn to blush. She hadn't counted on a suggestion like that.
"Come on, teacher, take off your clothes," shouted a boy.
"Yeah, take off your clothes," came several other male voices.
Melanie walked to the door and locked it. Although the art classroom was isolated from the other classrooms in the school in a wing of the building that contained mostly storerooms, Melanie wanted to be sure the class had complete privacy.
"All right," she said. "I'll take off my clothes, but every one of you must take off your clothes, too."
There was stunned silence in the room.
"If everybody is nude," Melanie said, "then nobody will feel self-conscious. Come on now, off with your clothes--everybody."
She kicked off her shoes, then began to unbutton her blouse.
Except for a few grinning boys, who quickly peeled off their t-shirts and started unzipping their shorts, the rest of the class stared at Melanie as if she were crazy. Her idea to quickly accustom the class to nudity so they'd be at ease with nude modeling was motivated by more than her desire to be a good art teacher. The truth was--and she freely admitted it to herself--she was sexually motivated as well.
She hadn't seen a cock in over a year--not since her kid brother Robby had visited her last summer--and lately she'd been crawling the walls at home. Until Robby had visited her last summer on his way to college, she'd been content to live a solitary sexual life. After his visit, after she'd got a taste of a real cock, she was no longer content with looking at Playgirl Magazine and fucking herself with her assortment of rubber dildos. A taste of her brother's stiff young cock had left her craving more, and she'd become obsessed with fantasies of experiencing the real thing again. She'd taken the teaching job here this summer with ideas of seeing more of the real thing, and maybe even of getting her hands on a few.
She dropped her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her naked tits fell into view, jiggling. The eyes of all the boys shot six inches out of their eye sockets when they saw her boobs, and she trembled with excitement and embarrassment. Her hands shook as she unzipped her slacks.
"Come on, everybody," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's too hot for clothing today anyway. Once you learn to draw the nude human figure you'll be able to draw anything. Now, off with your clothes."
She peeled off her jeans, then her panties. When she straightened up, she was standing completely naked in front of the class.
Two of the boys had stripped completely and their young cocks were hard and pointing at the ceiling. All the girls turned their attention toward the two throbbing cocks, and all the boys kept their eyes glued to Melanie.
"Come on, all you chickens," said one of the naked boys, blushing slightly. "Take off your clothes, and let's get this show on the road."
It took a few minutes, but slowly the shorts and jeans, the T-shirts and blouses, the shoes and sandals--all came off, and at last even the most reluctant of the students had stripped naked in the classroom. The cocks of most of the boys stuck up in the air, twitching excitedly. The girls, flushed from head to toes, squirmed, squeezing their thighs together.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Melanie asked. "Now, who wants to model?" When nobody responded, she chose the first name on the alphabetical list--Bridget Adams--and called her to the front of the room.
Bridget, a petite, dark-eyed brunette with bouncy tits and a dark thatch of hair on her pussy mound, wiggled up to the front of the room reluctantly, her eyes downcast with embarrassment. Melanie had the girl sit on the desk and hug her knees, showing her profile to the class. The pose was an easy one, which Melanie trusted the girl could hold for a good while without moving. With her model in place, Melanie began instructing the class.
She moved among the students, her voluptuous ass gyrating, her well-developed tits jiggling as she walked. She was moist and slick between her blonde pussylips, and with each step she took, her pussylips slid against each other and sent itchy pulsations through her loins. She could hardly keep her hands off the stiff cocks of the boys. A few of the cocks oozed lubricant, and she hungered to lick it off--the way she'd licked the lubricant off the cock of her brother Robby. A few of the cocks were uncut like her brother Robby's, the knobs peeking from a sheath of foreskin, and their musky aroma made her light-headed. She longed to peel the skin down and kiss the freshly peeled knobs.
"Loosen up," she said to a boy, taking hold of his hand and guiding his drawing pencil. "Scribble. Make your lines sweep. I want you to get a sense of the shape and rhythm of her figure. You're not trying to draw detail now, just flowing lines, general shapes."
As she instructed the boy, he kept his eyes more on her tits than on the drawing, and his cock throbbed wildly. He breathed as hotly as Melanie was breathing. She moved away from him before she lost control and grabbed his cock.
The boys all reeked of sweat, and the girls smelled of perfume and pussy, and the room filled with the aroma of teenage bodies in heat. Melanie was growing fainter by the moment. Things were getting out of hand. She hadn't counted on becoming so excited that she could hardly function as a teacher.
She moved to the front of the room and touched parts of Bridget's nude body, speaking of proportion. She found herself fighting a desire to caress the smooth-skinned, incredibly sexy young girl. She noticed a trickle of pussyjuice leaking from between Bridget's dark-furred cuntlips. She wanted to dip her finger in it and taste it. Her mouth moved mechanically, speaking about art, but her mind was spinning. She glimpsed a boy at the very back of the room furtively squeezing his cock. Two girls near him were watching him.
It was apparent that the boy thought she couldn't see him because he was hidden behind his easel, but what he didn't realize was that she could see him from the waist down. His hand began an up-down motion on his cock. Melanie continued talking, watching him out of the corners of her eyes. It seemed only seconds before jism started spurting from his cock and splashing on the floor beneath the easel. The boy's toes clutched at the floor and his legs shook. The two girls near him gawked at his squirting cock and squeezed their pussies.
"I'm leaving you on your own for a while, class," Melanie announced. "Keep practicing what I've taught you until I get back. I know I can trust you to keep busy and behave yourselves."
As the class stared at her in stunned silence, she slipped into her jeans and blouse and left the room, barefooted and carrying her keys.
She closed and locked the classroom door behind her, then ran on tiptoe down the hallway to the door of the adjacent storeroom where art supplies were kept. She unlocked the door and let herself in. The storeroom was nearly pitch dark inside, the only light coming through the window of a locked door that entered directly into the front of her classroom. She didn't bother to switch on the storeroom lights. Instead, she tiptoed in the dark toward the door window that looked into her classroom, feeling her way along carefully so as not to knock something over in the dark and alert the class. Standing close enough to the door so she could see through its window, but far enough out of the light so she was sure the class couldn't see her peeping on them, she quickly removed her blouse and jeans and began to jerk off her throbbing pussy.
As she'd expected--as she'd hoped--the class had abandoned their drawing practice for sex practice. Her voyeuristic scheme was working.
She not only could see the class, she could hear them. The two girls at the back of the classroom who had watched the boy shoot his jism, were now on their hands and knees under his easel, dipping their fingers in his freshly shot fuckjuice and smiling up at him. One of the girls shoved her sticky fingers in her mouth, tasting the boy's cum. The other girl rubbed cum between her cuntlips. The boy, whose cock was still hard, starting jerking off again.
All around the room, boys were going after girls. Some girls dropped willingly to their knees to suck cock. Other girls put up teasing resistance to the boys' advances, only giving in after the boys had stuck fingers up the girls' cunts to make them squirm and get them in the mood. Some of the girls were bent over, wiggling their asses excitedly as boys rammed cocks up their pussies from behind. Some girls were on their hands and knees, their tits dangling, their eyes rolling ecstatically as boys mounted them from behind like stud hounds. At the front of the room, Bridget lay face-up on Melanie's desk, her legs spread, her toes clutching air as a boy standing in front of the desk held her by her waist and plunged his huge cock in and out of her dark-furred pussy. Another boy, on top of the desk, had straddled Bridget's head and was sliding his cock in and out of her hard-sucking mouth while rubbing his ass against her tits.
Melanie's eyes filled with tears of lust and her vision blurred. This was wilder than anything she'd imagined. Robby had told her about how the kids in his high school fucked like wild animals, but Melanie had been convinced he was exaggerating. Now she realized that either he hadn't been descriptive enough, or the kids in her art class were even wilder than the kids in Robby's high school. They all knew what they were doing, as if they'd had years of experience. None of the fuck-film orgies Melanie owned could compare with the real-life orgy taking place before her eyes. The pussyjuice ran into her hand and down her legs as she rammed two fingers in and out of her burning pussy.
"Somebody keep an ear out for the teacher," one of the boys grunted as he fucked away at the wiggling ass of a girl bent over in front of him. "If she catches us, Christ, we'll all be expelled!"
"Faster!" gasped the girl he was fucking. "I'm almost there! Oh, honey!"
"Baby!" the boy moaned. "You got the hottest cunt!"
He reached forward, rubbing her tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
The girl's eyes rolled back until only their whites showed. She moaned as if in pain, her naked body jerking. "Oh, honey!"
The boy slammed into her spasming pussy, reaming it out deep. As the girl writhed with orgasm, the boy brought his cock off inside her. His eyes rolled back and he started to buck and gasp. Melanie could almost hear the spurts of his molten jism splashing in the girl's womb. Nearby couples paused in their fucking or sucking to watch the boy and girl spasm.
Melanie was delirious. She pounded her pussy, her fingers making squishing noises inside it. She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud and revealing herself. She loved watching. She wasn't sure how the class would react if they realized she was peeping on them. There was a chance they wouldn't mind at all. There was also a chance they'd become self-conscious and inhibited and stop, and she didn't want that to happen. She had to remain quiet, secret.
A girl with pigtails started choking. She was on her knees in front of a boy, her jaw nearly dislocating as she sucked his huge cock and his cum spurted into her throat. She couldn't swallow fast enough. The boy moaned, out of his mind with lust and orgasmic sensation, gripping the girl's head and forcing his ejaculating cock to the hilt down her gullet. Her mouth overflowed, cum running down the boy's brown, contracting balls, cum dribbling down the girl's chin and tits. Despite her choking, the girl jerked herself off furiously. She came while the boy was still feeding her his jism, her petite body jerking, her pigtails knocking against her back like brown ropes. Squirming, groaning, she gulped cum and pounded her hand rhythmically between her squeezing thighs.
Melanie licked her lips, tasting in her imagination the boy's sweet hot cum and sweaty prick, feeling it buck and contract in her mouth. She'd only tasted one cock in her life, her brother's, but she was sure she knew what all cocks tasted like now. In her hunger, she drooled onto her tits.
"Suck it all out!" Melanie whispered to the cock-sucking, jizz-guzzling girl. "Lucky bitch!"
Melanie turned her attention to the boy with the biggest cock in the class. The cocky stud, with muscles like armor, was posed against a wall, looking down at three kneeling girls who were begging for his cock. He jerked off slowly, his uncut prick dripping lube, a smirk on his face as the three girls tried to lick the tip of his cock and to nuzzle his hairy balls. Cock-lube dripped on the girls' faces and in their mouths. He lifted his muscular foot, stroking his big toe between the girls' cuntlips, making their eyes roll with pleasure as he toe-fucked their sizzling teen pussies. One of the girls started coming as he twisted his toe in her pussy, and the boy let his cum fly, squirting thick white gobs of it in the girls' faces and onto their tits.
Melanie could feel the cum-gobs splashing on her own skin like hot, molten wax. Her fingers pistoned between her swollen blonde cuntlips, rubbing her clit, jabbing the sensitive spot inside her pussy. She was on the verge of coming, could easily come at any moment, but she tried to hold off, tried to maintain her fuck-tension at the edge of orgasm without letting herself go into spasms. The pussy juice trickled down the insides of her thighs like warm honey. If her brother Robby were here right now, he'd lap up her juices greedily.
Another boy moved up to the front desk to join the two boys who were working over Bridget Adams. He stood behind the boy thrusting between Bridget's waving legs and grabbed her ankles. Then he turned his head from side to side, licking the clutching, squirming toes of first her left foot, then her right foot, then her left foot again. He shoved her small feet in his mouth one at a time, sucking her toes and nearly swallowing her feet. Bridget squirmed madly on the desk top, her mouth and pussy stuffed with sweaty, sliding cocks, her feet and toes being devoured. The boy fucking her reached up to pinch her nipples and within seconds she started to jerk as if being shocked electrically.
"She's coming!" growled the boy fucking Bridget. "Ohhh, yeahhh!"
He fucked rapidly into her sucking, spasming pussy, his eyes rolling deliriously, and in moments he was coming too, his body jerking with spasms, his jism hurtling into her womb.
The boy sucking Bridget's toes jerked himself off, shooting cum on the floor, against the desk, on Bridget's smooth, slender leg. The boy straddling Bridget's neck pulled his cock out of her mouth, beating it furiously. Within moments, he exploded in her face. She slurped at the tip of his spurting prick, eating his cum as fast as he could shoot it. He sank his cock back down her throat, letting her suck.
Melanie could no longer hold off coming. In the storeroom adjacent to the classroom, in the darkness behind the door window, she leaned against the concrete-block wall next to her for support as her loins melted with spasms. She chewed her lip to keep from crying out, her fingers twisting in her pussy, her legs clamping rhythmically around her cunt-squeezing hand. The skin on her hugely swollen tits felt as if it would split. She writhed with each toe-curling spasm, gazing into the classroom, imagining that she was laid out on her desk, being fucked in the mouth and pussy by two grunting, spurting teenaged studs.
"Fuck me!" Melanie cried out. "Enjoy me!"
She felt her toes being sucked, felt cum splashing against her leg, tasted cock in her mouth, felt cum running down her throat. As her spasms became most intense, she closed her eyes, her body a pure, excruciating pang of orgasmic pleasure. A phantom cock slipped in and out of her cunt, spurting jism into her loins. Imaginary though it was, the cock was hard as bone.