Chapter 1
Molly Callahan had noticed the boys in her classroom staring lustfully at her all morning. One in particular, Johnny Andrews, was giving her suggestive leers.
At first it had embarrassed and flustered the school teacher, but after a while it began to excite her to know the young men were admiring her sexy body. Molly always loved being looked at.
She knew what was causing it today, too.
Usually Molly dressed conservatively for the classroom, wearing blouses with high necklines and long, loose skirts that hid her feminine charms.
Today she was dressed much differently.
Molly had not gotten back to her apartment the night before. She had been out with Keith, her fiance, and had gone back to his place for the night. She had intended to go home in the morning and change before she went to school, but they had slept rather late and then they had spent a long time sucking and fucking before they got out of bed, so in the end she had wound up coming to school in the revealing garb of the night before.
She could just imagine the impression that was making on the horny teenagers in her class.
She was wearing a clinging black dress that showed lots of cleavage and plenty of slim thigh and was molded like a second skin to the curves of her trim ass.
Her honey-blonde hair was tousled and she knew that her pretty face had a well-fucked glow.
On top of that, she had a love bite on her neck and knew it had not gone unnoticed.
She had tried to act demure and pretended to be oblivious to the stares and leers and looks that the horny students were exchanging.
But soon it began to make Molly hot.
She couldn't help it, being a very randy young lady and an exhibitionist at heart.
Her big nipples began to swell and jut out noticeably in her bodice, and she could feel her pussy start to simmer between her hot thighs.
She knew that the aroma of aroused cunt was beginning to permeate the classroom.
And she saw, too, that half a dozen of her students were squirming uncomfortably at their desks as their cocks got stiff and their balls swelled.
Johnny Andrews had the hugest lump in his groin, and Molly realized that the boy must be hung like a horse. He was a tall, good-looking kid, a decent student and the captain of the football team. It was gratifying to Molly to know she could excite him so much.
Finally the bell rang for lunch. The boys got up awkwardly, holding their schoolbooks in front of their crotches in a futile attempt to conceal their erections. Even a few of the girls seemed to be excited and intrigued. That pleased Molly as well, for although she was certainly not a lesbian, she had fooled around with other girls at teacher's college and enjoyed female admiration as well as male. The class trailed out, leaving her alone. Molly was both relieved that her ordeal was over for now, and sorry, too. And she was horny as hell, to boot. She decided to finger-fuck herself. She had plenty of time, since the next period after lunch was a free one for her. A hand-job would take some of the pressure off her agitated cunt and leave her more comfortable for the afternoon, she reasoned.
She closed the classroom door. There was no lock on it, but she didn't suppose that anyone would be coming back to the classroom for some time. Hot as she was, she knew it would take only minutes to frig off.
She lifted her skirt up above her waist and squirmed out of her bikini panties. They were sodden. When she tossed them onto the top of her desk, they hit the polished surface with a splash.
She opened the front of her dress and arched her slender back, spilling her tits out. She perched on the edge of her desk, her feet trailing to the floor, and began to feel herself up, pleasuring her tits and nipples as a sort of foreplay before working in her fuck-hole.
She kneaded the firm mounds and pulled at the swollen pink tips, moaning and purring. Her own caress wasn't as good as being felt by other hands, to be sure, but it was still exciting.
Cupping her tits, she lifted them in both hands, deepening the slick cleavage. Her blonde head tipped down and she began to lick at her bloated nubs and into the cleft. Then she nursed on each nipple in turn.
The rosy nubs exploded in her lips as she switched her head across, sucking each. Then she stroked down her flanks. She was braced on the rim of the desk, her ass squirming and her slim belly tilted up so that she could gaze down into her own gooey groin.
Her cunt-lips were unfurled, her pussy gaping open and cunt-juice spilling out lavishly, lathering her crotch, trickling down the insides of her trembling thighs and streaming back into the crack of her adorably tight, round ass. The surface of the desk was getting swampy under her haunches as her juice overflowed onto it.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, breathing in her heated pussy perfume. The fragrance was tantalizing. Molly wished that she were a contortionist so that she could double over and eat her own cunt.
She ran her fingertips lightly up her inner thighs and brushed them in her curly blonde bush. Molly was taking her time, enjoying the preliminary caresses before she began to finger-fuck herself to a creamy climax.
But the boys that she had so aroused in the classroom were sure not taking their time.
Johnny Andrews had been the last to leave the room as he lingered at the door, his hard-on behind his schoolbooks, taking a last longing look at his teacher.
Sighing, he turned away and headed for the bathroom to beat his meat as he enjoyed lustful fantasies about his sexy blonde teacher.
But the delay had confounded him.
There were a lot of cubicles all in a row in the school bathroom, but by the time that Johnny had hauled his hard-on to that room, every single cubicle was occupied.
Every boy in the class had had the same urgent urge to whack off.
Johnny felt a helpless frustration. He stooped and looked under the locked doors. Some of the guys were standing, facing the facilities and some of them were sitting, legs extended, but all were pounding their pricks.
Johnny could hear all the grunting and groaning and wheezing of solitary sex. He heard palms hiss as they pulled up and down hot stalks.
"C'mon - hurry up, somebody!" he pleaded.
They began to shoot off, all in a row. Johnny heard spunk splash into the plumbing and saw pearly goo spatter on the tiled floor. His own neglected cock was bucking like a jackhammer and soaking his pants with pre-cum. He thought that now he would get a chance to use one of the cubicles, since all the guys had drained off.
But these were virile, potent teenagers.
Under the intense stimulation of the occasion, all their pricks stayed stiff and their balls refilled immediately. One hand-job would not satisfy any of them.
The all began to jack off a second time.
Johnny gnashed his teeth and rolled his eyes in utter misery and desperation.
He knew that it would take them longer to get their rocks off a second time. It was unbearable to wait, and by the time that the privacy of the cubicle became available to him, it might mean missing lunch, too - although that was far from his chief concern.
He played with the idea of getting his prick out and spilling his jizz into a sink. But that was too risky. A teacher might come in at any time. The principal himself might need to take a leak, or even rouse, the football coach who had so often cautioned the team about the debilitating effects of self-abuse.
Johnny didn't dare jerk off in plain sight.
And he couldn't bear to wait there, listening to the luckier guys getting themselves off, hearing them spurt out spunk like he yearned to do as his bloated balls inflated more with every passing moment.
Then Johnny had a good idea.
Instead of lingering there in his ball-bursting need, he would kill some time in a pleasant way. He would go back to the classroom under the pretense of having forgotten his lunch vouchers. It would give him a chance to get another look at his lovely teacher.
Hiding his groin with his schoolbooks again, he left the restroom and trudged back down the corridor, stepping gingerly, his legs bowed out around his balls.
There was no one in the hall to see him.
He came to the classroom and pushed the door open quietly, sneaking a furtive look inside.
He had come to gaze at his teacher - and the boy damned near fainted when he saw what she was doing.