"What’s going on?" Sharon whispered. "What are they fighting about?"

Gary shrugged. "Something about boys, I think. Karen’s telling her not to dosomething."

A few second later, Karen straightened up and walked across the room towardsthe 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 andslowly turned her around.

Ashley was crying now, her eyes red and swollen. She dropped her hands to hersides 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 atear. Ashley flinched, but did not pull away. They stood like this for a fewmoments, Ashley crying quietly and Karen tenderly running her fingers up anddown the other girl’s cheek.

Then, slowly, Karen slipped her hand behind Ashley’s head and brought her facedown 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 seemedfrozen, thick and useless in his mouth. All he could think of was the pictureStacy 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 todo? 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, hewas the teacher here. He was not the one who had been caught doing somethingwrong. Her behaviour merited expulsion, at the very least. He had aresponsibility! Why, it could have been one of the younger students who hadstumbled 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 theEdgar’s jowled face. He was beet red and trembling, but she could see that hewas working himself up into a rage. In a moment, he would open his mouth andshe would be finished at Greenwood.

"Miss Richards," he said at last, his voiced choking slightly. "I’m afraid Ihave n-no choice but to report this incident to the principal."

Stacy sagged back against the desk. That was it; she was screwed now. Shealmost burst into tears. To be caught now, after all this time…

"This sort of behaviour is not to be tolerated on the schoolgrounds… oranywhere, for that matter. If someone else had walked in…"

Stacy looked up at him as he continued to rant: the rumpled tweed suit; thethick grey mustache; the short, fat body… One chance. She glanced over at thethermos 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 andcupping them upwards towards him. The teacher stopped talking and stared ather, eyes bulging.

"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was low and throaty as she tried to soundseductive.

Mr. Edgar could only stammer as he watched the beautiful teenage student cupand massage her firm young titties for him. Such beautiful tits! He felthimself being drawn in as she straightened up and began walking towards him. Ithad been so long!

His hands itched to reach out and feel…

Stacy’s confidence began to return as she watched his reactions. The mathteacher had now stopped his attempts to speak and was staring intently at herbreasts 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 herhands 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 tomoan 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, andshe would do anything to keep Edgar from reporting her. She was going to givehim the fuck of his life!

Dennis grumbled angrily at his friend Tim as he ran across the now emptygymnasium. If he hadn’t wasted his time waiting for the jerk, he would be withStacy now. As it was, Tim had not bothered to inform Dennis of the fact that hehad a doctor’s appointment after class, and wouldn’t be able to make theirweekly meeting with the bitch. Dennis would have to go on his own.

Dennis slowed to a walk as he entered the passageway which led to theinstructor’s room. He hoped Stacy was still waiting. She’d better be. He saw ashe approached that the door was open a crack; he pushed it open and peeredinside.

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 facingoutward, with her back towards the sweating teacher, so Dennis had anunobstructed view of her cunt as it slid up and down on Edgar’s erect penis. Healso had an unobstructed view of Stacy as she propelled herself up and down:her flushed, vacant face; her hands, one furiously mauling her exposed tits,which were already red and splotchy from abuse, and the other bent over hershoulder and wrapped around Edgar’s neck to steady herself; her long, sleeklegs, only partially hidden by the short gym-skirt, alternately flexing andrelaxing as they moved her sleek body up and down on the math teacher’simpaling cock.

She began to make small moaning sounds as she moved. A thin line of droolescaped from between her pouty lips and glistened on her chin as she squirmedand wriggled in lustful abandonment. Beads of sweat…

"What’s going on?"

Dennis tore himself away from the activities in the small room and turned tosee Ted Reed, a fellow member of the Rec class. Ha! Grinning, Dennis put hisfingers to his lips and gestured for the newcomer to put his eye to the crackin the door. Ted did so and almost chocked with surprise.

Stacy seemed to be just mounting the crest of an intense orgasm. She stiffenedup and leaned back, lifting her legs from the floor and bouncing energeticallyon the invading penis as it squelched in and out of her gobbling pussy. Behindher, Mr. Edgar grabbed her tits and held on tightly as she thrashed andwriggled her pleasure. Moments later, he too came, shooting his load straightinto her sopping cunt.

"Christ!"

Ted’s mouth hung open as he watched the action. He was frozen in the doorway asStacy slipped off the exhausted teacher’s lap and slid to her knees in front ofhim. Brushing her blonde hair back from her face, she slipped her mouth overhis now-flaccid cock and began sucking it clean. Mr. Edgar could only sit thereand moan softly as the teenaged slut gently lapped at his penis and balls.

Then, the inevitable happened. Unable to contain himself, Ted coughed. Stacyjerked her mouth away from the teacher’s cock, banging her head against theunderside of the desk. Mr. Edgar sprang to his feet, surprisingly limber for aman of his bulk, and rushed out of the room, his face beet red and his pantsstill down around his ankles. Ted saw him coming and stepped aside, but Denniswas bowled over as Mr. Edgar rushed down the hallway and out of sight.

The kiss lasted for a long time. When it finally broke, Ashley was no longercrying, but, rather, had a strange look on her face. She stared at herblackmailer, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Staring back, Karen broughther 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 massageAshley’s breasts under her blouse. The other girl began to tremble, but did notprotest.