Chapter 3
When Melanie arrived at school the next day, she slipped into the storeroom first before going to her classroom. From her purse she removed a Nikon camera, its telephoto lens attached, and crept into the darkness toward the door with the window that looked into her classroom. Through the window, she saw that the entire class had already arrived and was waiting for her. A few of the boys and girls were necking and kissing, and Melanie took a close-up look at them through her telephoto lens.
She watched a girl stick her hand down into a boy's jeans and squeeze his rigid cock. She watched a boy slip his hand into a girl's shorts, and from the way the girl squirmed Melanie could tell the boy had stuck his finger up her pussy. The boy pulled his hand out of the girl's shorts and sucked his finger clean.
Melanie carefully placed her camera on a nearby shelf, then tiptoed back through the storeroom to the back door that led into the hallway. She made sure the door was locked before she went to her classroom. As she stepped into the classroom, the kids who were necking broke from their clinches. Melanie locked the door behind her.
"I've gone over your drawings," Melanie said. "Some of them show talent. I've written my comments on each drawing, which you've probably read by now. Today, we'll do more of the same kind of practice. Any volunteers to model?"
The kids giggled, but nobody volunteered.
"Looks like you're all still pretty shy about nude modeling," Melanie said. "All right, everybody, off with your clothes."
Unlike yesterday, today there was no hesitation. Clothes came off so fast that Melanie wondered if her students had all spent the night practicing getting undressed. Hard cocks throbbed in the sunny breeze that came in through the open windows. Tits jiggled free, nipples erect, cherries studded with sexy bumps. The smell of cock and cunt filled the air.
"Hey, what about you, teacher?" said a boy. "Ain't you gonna strip today?"
"I have to leave the room for a few minutes," Melanie said. "I'll strip when I get back. Now, who wants to model?"
"Why don't you model, teacher?" said the same boy. "We'll wait."
"Maybe I will when I get back," Melanie said. "But until then, how about you modeling?"
The boy's smirk dissolved and he blushed. Several other boys in the class heckled him.
"Come on," Melanie said. "Up to the front, Mister--" She checked her easel chart. "Kelly. Mark Kelly, up to the front, please."
The class chuckled as Mark Kelly trudged red-faced to the front of the room, his rigid cock wagging like a dog's tail. Melanie was tempted to grab his cock and give it a squeeze. She was also tempted to lean over and take a suck. Did his cock taste like Robby's cock? she wondered.
"Sit at the edge of the desk and lean back, Mr. Kelly," said Melanie. "That's it. Spread your legs--that's right. Now turn your head to the side. Fine. I've given you an easy pose, one you should be able to hold without any trouble until I get back."
The boy's cock throbbed against his skinny belly. His balls were moist with sweat. Melanie salivated, dying to lick those hairy teenage balls, to nuzzle under them and enjoy their male scent. She turned away quickly, before she lost control, and she instructed the class as to how they should practice drawing their nude model. She left the room, locking the door behind her.
A few seconds later, having entered the storeroom by the back door off the hallway, Melanie crept in the dark toward the front door with its window. In the classroom, the students had already abandoned their drawing practice, and most of the girls were on their knees, sucking cock. At the front of the room, two girls worked on Mark Kelly, one girl sucking his cock, the other girl licking his balls. Melanie pulled her camera off the shelf and started snapping pictures. She hoped the noisy commotion the kids were making in the classroom would mask the click and humming sounds her camera made.
She focused on girls' faces, on their lips stretched around thick cockmeat, on their bulging cheeks. She photographed the ecstatic expressions on the faces of the boys.
Tits wobbled as girls' heads bobbed. Fingers plunged between frothing pussylips. Hands and mouths slid up and down on rigid teen cocks. Melanie snapped picture after picture, using up one roll of film, then another. Her pussy throbbed, aching and sizzling, but she couldn't very well take pictures and simultaneously beat off, so she withstood her frustration. At last, after using up three rolls of film, Melanie put her camera back on the shelf and crept back through the dark of the storeroom. A few seconds later, she stood outside her classroom, rattling her keys loudly as she unlocked the door.
Her students were back in place behind their easels when Melanie entered. She'd never seen so many red, frustrated faces. She hadn't given the students enough time to get off, and the boys' cocks all stood perfectly vertical, lube running down their throbbing shafts. The girls squirmed as if they had ants crawling up their assholes. Mark Kelly, posed at the front of the room, looked like he was ready to spontaneously shoot off. His cock gleamed with spit. Spit dripped from his balls. Melanie pretended not to notice anything out of the ordinary.
"All right, Mark," she said. "You may return to your easel."
She fantasized assisting the boy away from the desk by pulling on his cock. She imagined the randy prick going off like a geyser in her hand, Mark's jism hitting the ceiling.
Slowly, Melanie removed her clothes, enjoying the way the boys' eyes bugged out as they watched her. Her tits were swollen, her nipples ripe and erect, ready to split open with excitement. Pussycream dribbled down her inner thighs. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a boy start to jerk off watching her. She dropped her clothes in a pile in front of the desk and leaned against the edge of the desk top. Leaving one foot planted on the floor, she lifted her other leg and rested it on the desk top, stretching it out long and pointing her toes. Her blonde-furred cuntlips parted, revealing the wet, sizzling cuntmeat between them. A few drops of pussyjuice ran down her leg.
"You may start drawing, class," Melanie said, trembling with excitement. She turned her head slightly to the side and pretended to look out the windows.
The classroom was silent except for the scratching of pencils and the heavy breathing of several students. A few students whispered. A few snickered. Melanie paid them no attention. Her attention was focused on what she could see out of the corners of her eyes--boys beating their cocks, boys trying to simultaneously draw and jerk off. Lube oozed from pissholes, lube dripped from knuckles. Melanie heard the rhythmic, flesh-slapping sounds of foreskins sliding on and off prickheads. She stretched her raised leg, spreading herself open even more.
There was a splashing sound. A boy breathed heavily, spurting jism against the legs of his easel and onto the floor. Melanie was tempted to turn her head and to look directly at the spasming boy, to show the entire class that she knew what was going on, but she restrained herself. She wasn't ready yet to confront the class. She didn't have the courage. Her pussy contracted with each splash of jism onto the floor, and Melanie's nostrils flared. She swore she could smell the fresh cum.
In seconds, other boys were spurting, and Melanie closed her eyes, listening to the soft grunts of pleasure, to the splashing of cum. She fought with every ounce of her strength to keep from sticking a finger up her cunt and jerking off in front of the entire class. She heard a girl gasping and realized that even some of the girls were jerking off now, probably stimulated by the sight of spurting cocks.
Melanie couldn't stand the frustration. Without looking at the class, she broke her pose, slid her leg off the desk, and started getting dressed.
"I'm dismissing class early again today," she said. "I don't feel too well. Sign your drawings before you leave."
As the class dressed, Melanie went to an open window and looked out on the athletic fields below, pretending she needed some fresh air. The fresh air did little to clear her head. She heard the students speaking in low voices and whispers as they filed out. She heard snickers. When all the students had left and the room was silent, Melanie ran to the door and slammed it shut. She stumbled getting undressed, then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled under the easels, jerking herself off as she lapped up the wads of freshly shot cum.
She groaned with lust. Pussyjuice ran down her legs. She felt like an animal, but she couldn't control herself. Slimy cum dripped from her lips. Cum ran down her throat. She growled with the pleasure surging through her body, so lost in her excitement that she didn't hear the classroom door rattle and swing open behind her until it was too late.
She'd forgotten to lock the door! On her hands and knees, she swung around to face her intruder.
Mark Kelly stood inside the door, looking as shocked as Melanie felt. He wasn't too shocked, though, to grope his cock through his jeans.
"Shut the door!" Melanie said, expecting the rest of her students to step into the classroom behind Mark.
The boy not only shut the door, but locked it.
Melanie stood up. "What are you doing here?"
"Forgot my books," Mark said. His shocked expression had changed to a cocky smirk. "What are you doing here, teacher?"
Melanie was speechless. What little poise she still possessed vanished. She felt herself blush from scalp to toes with embarrassment.
"You sure look hot," Mark said.
"You won't tell anybody about this, will you?" Melanie said. If word got out about what Mark had caught her doing, she didn't know what she'd do.
Mark smirked wickedly. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I might accept a bribe."
He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his T-shirt and jeans. He wore no underwear or socks. His eight-inch hard-on throbbed with each beat of his heart, dripping lube like spit. His balls swelled in their hairy, sweat-moist sac. Melanie gazed at the studly teenage cock, her mouth watering.
"Come on, teacher, bribe me," the boy said.
Melanie's tits wobbled as she dropped to her knees at the student's feet. His cock flexed and some of his cocklube dripped on her left nipple.
He put his hands on his hips, wiggling his ass and wagging his cock in her face. "Come on, teacher, bribe me. Suck my cock."
Melanie was in a cross-eyed trance. The boy's prick hypnotized her. The smell of sweaty balls made her dizzy. She moaned, jerking herself off as the boy banged his cock back and forth across her face and smeared cocklube on her cheeks.
"Kiss my balls!" the boy growled. "Suck my cock!"
Melanie was in heaven. This was too good to be true. She started lapping at and nuzzling the boy's balls, licking the sweat off them. With a growl, she nuzzled under his balls and kissed him smack on the crotch, then slid her nose up along his balls and started sucking on the base of his cock-shaft.
"Christ, you're driving me nuts!" the boy groaned. "Eat my cock!"
He grabbed Melanie's head and forced his cock into her mouth.
Melanie gagged as the boy's cockhead thrust against her tonsils. She tightened her mouth around the musky-tasting cock and churned her tongue at the underside of the knob. The big cock quivered in her mouth and the boy's toes curled hard against the floor.
"That's it!" Mark panted. "Lick right there! That drives me nuts!"
Melanie slurped wetly at the sensitive underside of the boy's cockhead until she sensed he was about to shoot. Then she loosened her mouth and withdrew her tongue, giving his randy cock a chance to cool off. When she sensed she could resume sucking and licking without immediately bringing the boy off, she slid her lips down around his cockshaft until her nose nestled in his groin hair and his prickhead throbbed in her throat.
"Man, you sure know how to give a blowjob!" the boy moaned.
Melanie looked up at him seductively, her mouth completely engulfing his cock. She smiled--if it could be called a smile, her mouth being stuffed. Yes, she did know how to give a blowjob. Her brother Robby had given her intensive lessons in cock-sucking last summer. He'd taught her where to lick and how to suck to pleasure a cock best.
Mark reached down and pinched Melanie's nipples, and she saw stars. Squirming, moaning, she churned her fingers inside her pussy, feeling pussy-goo ooze into her hand like warm spit. Her eyes rolled with pleasure as Mark toyed with her tits and nipples and worked his veiny cock in and out between her lips.
"Suck it, bitch!" he hissed. "Blow that big fucker!"
Melanie growled, tossing her blonde head from side to side, sucking vigorously on the boy's prick. She swallowed his salty fucklube as it bubbled from his pisshole. She churned her tongue relentlessly at the underside of the shaft and head of his big cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. She cupped the boy's hairy sac and felt his balls swell and squirm in her hand.
"I'm close!" Mark groaned. "Oh man, I feel so fucking good!"
Melanie felt good too, felt as if she were melting, her body drenched with pleasure. The pleasure concentrated in her cunt, formed in her cunt and pulsed through her loins, spread from her loins throughout her writhing female body. As the boy continued to pinch her nipples, she wanted to scream from the intense sensations.
"Finger my asshole!" Mark panted. "Quick!"
Melanie slid her hand between his legs and her fingers up his hairy ass-cleft. She found his moist, burning asshole with her middle finger and probed it. Her brother had taught her how to bring his cock off quickly by sticking a finger up his ass. All she had to do was find the right spot in his asshole and rub it, and bingo, off went his cock. She twisted her finger up Mark's tight shithole and found the magic spot. It was easy to find because it swelled against her fingertip the moment she probed it. She began rubbing it.
"Ohhh, Christ!" Mark grabbed Melanie's head and rammed his cock down her throat. His cock swelled, splitting-hard, and as he groaned his cock flexed and his jism shot. "Ahhhhhh!"
Melanie gagged, her throat flooded with cum. She couldn't swallow fast enough, and the boy's second spurt overflowed her mouth. As much cum dribbled from her mouth as ran down her throat as the boy grunted and fired, grunted and fired, plunging his bucking cock in and out. As Melanie sucked him, she continued to jab at the swelling knot of flesh in his asshole, and his asshole chewed at her finger.
The cum tasted good, salty and sweet, and she guzzled it, sucked it fresh from the boy's flexing, contracting cock. It had been too long since she'd sucked off a cock, and now she couldn't get enough of the throbbing prickmeat, the creamy jism. She closed her eyes, sucking and swallowing, slurping and sucking and guzzling, and as she ate prick, she brought herself off.
Her fingers plunged and screwed in her sizzling, squeezing cunthole. Daggers needled her clit. She clamped her thighs together around her twisting hand, churning her naked ass as the orgasmic waves gnawed through her loins. Her eyes rolled back with ecstasy. Her mouth clamped hard around the boy's cock. Her body shook with each spasm. She was in heaven.
Mark hugged her head, forcing his cock to the hilt down her throat, grinding his cock in her gullet as the last gobs of jism oozed from his pisshole and the last flickers of fuck-itch pulsed through his cock and balls. Melanie's nose was squashed flat against his hard, hairy groin. His cock felt like a thick snake hanging down her throat. She finger-fucked her spasming pussy and held on. She loved the taste of cock. She loved to come with a cock in her mouth.