4 comments/ 18333 views/ 0 favorites Teacher's Pet Ch. 07 By: Sunnie It was two o' clock and she still hadn't heard from Ben. Her heart had been pounding all afternoon, worrying about him, wondering how he would explain all this to Monica, frantically figuring the next time she could see him. He had promised to call her. He wouldn't have said he was going to call her if he wasn't going to call her. Had he forgotten? Had something terrible happened? Or had he decided that this affair wasn't worth it anymore? Get a grip on yourself, you crazy woman. He loves you. Take a deep breath and chill the fuck out. Easier said than done. Grace knocked lightly on Sidney's office door. She heard him shuffling papers inside, and a muffled, "Come in," floated through the door. She poked her head inside. He was sitting at his desk, looking very studious with a fine-tipped red Sharpie poised over a piece of paper, his rimless glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Well, hello there," he greeted her pleasantly. "Come in, Championess of sportsmanlike conduct. How are you feeling?" "Oh, I'm fine," she said absently. "I need to talk to you." He frowned and took his glasses off. "Sounds serious." "It is." "Well, come have a seat." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. She crossed the room and sat gingerly on the edge of the chair, looking nervously about her. "Grace," Sidney called softly. "What happened?" She met his gaze. "It's Ben," she whispered. "He's been…he's been asked to take a leave of absence for the rest of the semester." Sidney's eyebrows shot upward. "Oh my … " "Yeah. Apparently, his problems with Monica are up for public discussion, and that didn't sit too well with Richard Thorne." "Yeah, he's kind of a stickler for order." "Is he … is he mean? I've never met him." Sidney leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled. "No," he said tentatively, "he's not mean, but he is strict, and he doesn't play games. He's a Texas boy, you know, he's all about appearances." She nodded. All about appearances. Well, that explained a little. She went on, "That's not all, though." She took a deep breath, doing her best to calm down. "I guess people figured out he was seeing another woman." "Oh, shit." Sidney leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed. "Do they have any idea…who it is?" "No," she assured him. "No, that part no one's figured out. Although how it's gone undiscovered, I'll never know. We weren't exactly careful all the time." We were never really careful, were we? All those times in his office, all the phone calls… She rubbed her temples and went on, "But anyway, Thorne told him to take off for the rest of the semester, and get his shit together before he comes back next year." "Wow. What's he going to do?" Grace shrugged. "Do what he's told, I guess. As far as Monica, he knows he's got to end it, but I don't think he knows how." "And how do you feel about it?" Tears sprang to her eyes. "I'm worried about him, Sidney." Her breath caught in her throat, making a sad little choking sound. "I just want him to be happy…and I think I hate Monica for making him so miserable." Sidney looked at her sympathetically, not knowing what to say. "Anyway," she said, wiping her eyes, "I wanted to let you know what happened, and to tell you that maybe you and I should…cool it, you know, just to protect ourselves. I don't want something like this happening to you." "No, you're right," he agreed, "I wouldn't want it happening to you, either. I appreciate the heads-up." "No problem." "You gonna be okay?" Her lips began to tremble as the tears welled up again. "I just wish he'd call me. I haven't heard from him since he left this morning. He promised he'd call." "Well, sweetie, I'm sure he's got a lot going on in his head," Sidney said. "You never know how his wife would react to this news." "That's what I'm worried about," she said. "What if she flipped out and he's trying to calm her down, or worse, what if she got really pissed and threw him out or something? He can't handle that kind of thing right now…" "Why don't you call…" Sidney stopped, realizing how that wouldn't work. Grace snuffed down her nose. She hung her head. Her fault, it was her fault. She had wanted Ben so badly, so intensely, she didn't stop to think about what could happen to him if their affair was discovered. But then, it wasn't supposed to have been an affair, was it? It was supposed to be a fling, a one night stand, an isolated instance of blind passion. There weren't supposed to be emotions involved, goddammit! This wasn't what she'd expected, it wasn't what she intended – she didn't want to love him! Her heart ached. It wasn't supposed to be like this. "Oh, honey," Sidney sighed, breaking through her thoughts. He rolled his desk chair around to sit next to her, and slid an arm across her shoulders. "Are you going to be all right?" "I hope so," she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry about all this," he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. "I can't imagine how hard this must be for you." "It's much easier having someone to talk to about it," she said. "I really appreciate your listening to me." "Hey," he said softly, tilting her chin up to look at her, "I'm here for you, Grace." She didn't reply – her eyes locked onto his and suddenly she couldn't think of anything but the sparkle in his eyes, the soft curve of his lips, the heat of his fingers still gently holding her chin. Was she leaning toward him, or was he the one closing the distance? Didn't matter, because they were kissing, very softly at first, then gradually his lips worked to part hers, and his tongue slipped deftly into her mouth. Her hand raised to the back of his head, pulling him in, while he moved to give her breast a soft squeeze. She moaned softly against his lips. "You were so hot last night," he whispered to her. "God, so were you," she replied, moving back in to devour him in another kiss, clawing at his shirt buttons. One by one they popped open, and she ran her hands across his smooth chest. Shouldn't be doing this, not after what happened to Ben. Better be leaving, and soon! But even as the thoughts crossed her mind, somehow she knew it was too late. And even as she felt her shirt being pulled up and over her head, even as Sidney's lips closed over her nipple, something in her head told her: Stop now, it's over! But what did it mean? She heard the doorknob turning. The doorknob turning! She froze – didn't Sidney hear it? – but before she could cry out for him to stop, to listen, did he hear it, the door opened. A beefy hand pushed the door open, a stern, steady face appeared from behind. And there, as Grace frantically grabbed for her shirt to cover herself, as Sidney righted himself and shot to his feet – there in the doorway stood none other than Richard Thorne. For an eternity, no one moved, no one spoke. Thorne looked from Sidney to Grace and back, and then said to Sidney in a carefully measured voice, "Son, you and I should have a talk." Teacher's Pet Ch. 07 The next day when Mr. Peterson was back, Cory was relieved. Although he'd enjoyed sucking off Buck in the showers, and then being fucked by Coach Hamilton, he also wanted to get back into his regular routine. And Mr. Peterson was much more gentle and comforting than the other two had been. Walking into the classroom and seeing Mr. Peterson waiting for him with Sam, his dick got hard immediately. Especially because Mr. Peterson had Sam bent over his desk, with his pants down and two fingers in the young man's ass. Cory stared at Mr. Peterson's pumping fingers, wondering if that was what he looked like when Mr. Peterson did it to him. Turning and smiling Mr. Peterson said, "Come on over here Cory, I'm getting him lubed up for you." Realizing that he was going to get to fuck someone for the first time, Cory's dick jumped in his pants. He hurried over, stumbling a little as he tried to get his pants down while he rushed to the upturned ass of his former bully. Mr. Peterson handed him a bottle of lube which he slathered onto his dick... it was slick and wet, turning him on just as he fisted the slippery shaft of meat. Mr. Peterson stood behind him as he got into place behind Sam, the teacher put his hand on Cory's dick to help guide him to Sam's ready asshole... Cory marveled at how big his swollen head looked next to Sam's small hole. He remembered how it had hurt the first time Mr. Peterson had entered him... but felt so good too. Pressing forward, he moaned as the head of his dick was swallowed into Sam's body, it was so tight and hot and slick... even better than being in Sam's mouth! Gasping with pleasure, he thrust his hips forward, making Sam cry out in surprise. Mr. Peterson held Cory's hips, slowing him down from pressing all the way into Sam's tight ass... it just felt so good that Cory didn't have the best control over his reactions. He wanted to shove his dick in immediately and just pump away, cumming quickly and filling the open hole with spunk. Instead Mr. Peterson helped him slowly delve into Sam's hole, pushing deeper and deeper firmly but slowly. Sam moaned and began to wiggle his ass, pushing it back against Cory's dick until Cory's groin pressed against his ass cheeks. Groaning, Cory held tightly onto Sam's dick as he lost himself in the pleasure of clenching muscles, his dick being massaged by the interior of Sam's ass. He felt like he was going to explode right then... Barely managing to hold onto his control, he began pumping in and out of Sam's ass, slowly but gently with Mr. Peterson guiding him. Sam, however, didn't want the gentle touch and started pushing his ass back hard against Cory's thrusting... letting out a strangled groan, Cory broke free of Mr. Peterson's hands and began roughly shoving himself in and out of Sam's ass. Shivering with the penetration, Sam groaned and bucked in front of Cory, enjoying the ravaging of his asshole by the former virgin. Cory fucked harder and harder, losing himself in the ecstacy of sex... and as he felt Mr. Peterson's fingers entering his own ass and pressing deep, he heaved and buried himself into Sam's ass, pumping cum deep into Sam's body. Cory felt completely depleted as he pulled out of Sam, his dick hanging limply in front of him. He heard Mr. Peterson dismiss Sam, and then his teacher pressed him over the desk, exactly where Sam had been only a minute before. Cory moaned as Mr. Peterson pressed into his ass, working his dick in with a few strokes and then beginning to fuck in earnest. Because he had just cum, Cory wasn't becoming aroused again exactly... it just felt good. Good to have his teacher's dick gliding in and out of his ass, taking him, pressing him... he pushed back against the oncoming spear. It was pure acceptance as Mr. Peterson took him, grunting heavily behind him as he banged away at Cory's body. It went on for awhile, Mr. Peterson bucking and heaving behind him, shoving harder and harder into his ass... long enough to Cory's libido starting to stir again, his dick swelling just a little as Mr. Peterson took him from behind. He moaned as he listened to Mr. Peterson's grunts, the squelching sound of a dick entering his ass hard... Looking up with lust-glazed eyes, he saw that the door to the office was open... and standing in the doorway was the Headmaster. Cory gasped, his ass tightening down on Mr. Peterson's dick in shock... but the Headmaster's glare was so hard and intimidating that he couldn't vocalize any of the panicked thoughts that were running through his head... instead his ass just tightened around the dick ramming it. Mr. Peterson looked up at what Cory was looking at... seeing the Headmaster he knew that his time was up. Gripping Cory's hips hard he lunged forward, shoving his entire dick all the way deep into Cory's ass as the young man cried out in pleasured pain... and sighed as his last load filled Cory's ass. Then, gasping, he pulled out and the Headmaster stepped forward, another teacher - Cory recognized Coach Hamilton - stepped forward with him. "Pull up your pants and come with me, Cory," the Headmaster said in his deep forceful voice, "Coach Hamilton, please take Mr. Peterson to the teacher's lounge. We'll deal with him very soon." Abashed and frightened, Cory followed the Headmaster down the hall, Mr. Peterson's cum slowly trickling down his leg. Teacher's Pet Ch. 07 Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** It had been a couple of weeks since Miss Jones had summoned me into her office in order, as I would then find out, to seduce me. She had gotten her wish and I had taken her there and then on her desk and now, just like Emily and Nikki were, she was mine. The school was broken up for the end of term and Emily and Nikki had both called their parents and told them they'd been given special dispensation to stay on the grounds. Normally, all students are sent home whenever the school is closed for a week or more. This was obviously a lie. I'd instructed the girls to do this as I had a little trip in mind. I'd pooled my money with Miss Jones and we'd rented a lodge in the countryside for us. I didn't expect to be walking by the end of the week. I'd found it on the internet and it looked stunning. It was one of several just like it surrounded by woodland and separated from each other by half a mile or so to give some semblance of privacy. The lodge itself was luxurious and set back on one side into the woodland which skirts the north side of the nearby town. It even had a hot tub on a deck out back shielded from prying eyes by a wall of conifers on both sides. The nearby town in question was about 3 or 4 miles up the road. It was a former mining town turned tourist spot that also doubled as an ideal place for a secluded getaway. I zipped my holdall up and headed for the front door down downstairs. I took the stairs two at a time, excited, the same way a kid would be if he was going to Disneyland, only in this case the rides are two eighteen year old nymphos and one 34 year old that gives the two younger girls a run for their money in their capacity to be wonderfully sexual. I locked the door behind me and threw my bag onto the back seat of my small hatchback. I only needed one bag, I didn't plan on leaving the lodge at all. What sane hetero man would? I reversed out of my drive and drove the 15 minutes across town to Miss Jones', half of that being the time I spent in school holiday traffic. I pulled up to the drive to see the girls waiting outside already for me in sunshine. Emily was stood there in what amounted to a bikini top and a mini-skirt with some open toed sandals on her feet and if I knew Emily, there wasn't anything on under the skirt. Nikki was a little more conservatively dressed in a flowery summer dress that stopped just above the knee and Miss Jones was somewhere between the two, opting for a t-shirt which was hanging off her high firm breasts and stopped just above her belly button, showing off her flat stomach with a skirt that finished just above her knees. They all looked stunning and had me hard before I'd even undone my seatbelt. I stepped out my car, grabbing my holdall as I did, being sure to eye up all three ladies equally. There was a fair amount of blushing from Nikki and Miss Jones under my lecherous gaze but Emily merely smiled knowingly, as if she knew what was going in my head. I was pretty sure she did. I helped the ladies with their bags as we all clambered into Miss Jones' slightly roomier 4x4. I climbed into the passenger seat before I changed my mind and carefully levered myself into the back seat between Emily and Nikki. There was no way I was going to miss out on being the filling between that sandwich. Both girls immediately started running their hands over my body and nuzzling and kissing my neck. I could see Miss Jones' watching us in the rear view mirror, her right hand apparently under her t-shirt clawing at her tit. I put my head back and felt my cock grow longer in my shorts. Thankfully we hadn't left the drive at this point so we weren't at risk of crashing and the windows on Miss Jones' 4x4 were all tinted. I turned to Emily on my left and she instinctively went to kiss me, her lips parting in invitation as our tongues began their familiar dance. Unseen hands worked at the fastenings on my shorts and I raised my hips so they could be slid down my legs out of the way and a mouth immediately latched onto my quickly hardening member, Nikki's tongue and mouth causing it to swell in her hand. Emily looked down and, satisfied that I was hard enough, broke our kiss and deftly swung her leg across me and lifted her mini skirt to reveal that she was in fact going commando before slowly impaling herself on my thick shaft, her hot wet cunt like a vice, squeezing every inch as she went down. I caught Miss Jones' eye in the rear view mirror as she drank in the sight in the back seat, her fingers apparently see sawing out of her snatch, her panties around her ankles and her other hand mauling her tit like it wasn't attached, her mouth open in ecstasy. I untied Emily's bikini top and threw it into the footwell, my hands automatically seeking out her nipples. She started to grind on my cock at this point, her juices slowly lubricating my shaft. It was Emily that broke the silence. "Oh sir, I'm so wet for you." She whispered huskily. I could only smile in response as her pace quickened. My right hand came down hard on her buttock eliciting a squeal of delight as her pace quickened further. I looked to my right and saw that Nikki had also pulled her underwear down to her ankles and was masturbating furiously as she watched her best friend ride my cock with slow determined purpose. I could feel Emily's orgasm approaching by the clenching of her stomach muscles and the way her breathing was starting to rasp. I lifted her off causing her to squeal in surprise. Before she could react I span her round and placed her between the two front seats, deftly slipping my cock back inside her. The height of the vehicle didn't allow me to stand up fully so I was hunched over her, my hands on my hips as I started to pound into her from behind, her hands on the headrests of the two front seats stopping her from falling face first into the centre console. Miss Jones took advantage of the new position by pulling Emily in for a long kiss, Emily moaning through each thrust the whole time. It was at that point I heard Nikki climax behind me, her fingers now drawing circles round her clit as she came down from her orgasm before sucking her fingers clean. Emily broke off the kiss with Miss Jones as her own orgasm approached, her knuckles turning white as her fingers tried to tear the headrests from the seats. I thrust into her a couple of more times and her legs buckled as her orgasm tore through her. Her hands on the headrests kept her from falling forward. Miss Jones followed shortly after, screaming out loud as she sagged back into the driver's seat. I fell back into the back seat and Nikki dived onto my still hard cock, her mouth and hands quickly bringing me to a satisfying climax, her head staying in place as swallowed my cum, all the smiling like the cat that got the cream. I pulled Nikki back into her seat and she replaced her now crumpled bikini top, grinning all the while. "Now we've got that out the way Miss Jones, shall we head to the cabin?" I suggested, smiling. Miss Jones finished sorting her clothing out, put a few stray strands of her hair back in place before replying. "Certainly. Do you want me to take the motorway or the back roads?" "Back roads are fine. I'm not in any rush." I replied, my arms sliding behind the two girls either side of me. It was going to be a great week. Teacher's Pet Ch. 08 Two campus police officers appeared in the doorway behind Thorne. Had he called for them? Grace couldn't remember. "Is there a problem, Dean?" one of the officers asked. Thorne nodded toward Sidney. "He got caught," he told them. The two officers exchanged knowing glances, nodding slightly. Grace could feel her pulse pounding throughout her entire body. Her breath came in short gasps, she was actually trembling. Caught! What did it mean, he got caught? Sidney was hurriedly putting his shirt back on, stammering, "Mr. Thorne, please, if I can explain-" "Save it," Thorne snapped. "You're to report to my office immediately, Professor. My secretary will be waiting for you there." Sidney gulped. "Yes, sir," he whispered meekly. He shuffled out of the room, edging past the Dean without looking up at him, and disappeared. Thorne looked at one of the officers, the taller one. "Well?" he said. "Follow the bastard, make sure he gets where he's going!" The officer turned on his heel and scurried after Sidney. Grace met the Dean's eyes, still trembling. "Mr. Thorne," she began, but he cut her off, too. "Young lady," he said, "I'd like you to go on back to your room, if you could, and wait for my call there." She nodded jerkily, but she was slightly taken aback by the calm, gentle tone of his voice. "I'll be glad to do that, Sir," she whispered. "Don't you worry," said the Dean. "We're going to make this as easy on you as we can." Her brow furrowed. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean, Sir." He extended an arm to her, patting her shoulder in a very fatherly gesture. "I understand," he said. "You don't have to talk about it right now. But just so you know, there will be a counselor present, a female counselor, very nice lady, when we take your statement." Statement? Her confusion deepened. "Sir, I -" "Go on back up to your room now, honey," he said. "We'll call you in a few minutes." And gently, he ushered her out the door. ************ She sat on her bed, her knees against her chest, arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth, holding the phone in one hand. Ben, god, please, help, call me, Ben, I need you, I'm scared, where are you? The words were looping in her head, and behind the words, the picture of Thorne's face as he had walked into Sidney's office and discovered their awkward position. Desperately trying to understand what was happening, she replayed the scene over and over again. He got caught. What the hell did it mean? And why did she need a counselor? Why had Thorne been so stern with Sidney, but so tender with Grace herself? It didn't make any fucking sense. Unless... No, she told herself, that's not possible, put the thought out of your mind right now! "He got caught." Ben! And now Sidney was trapped in Thorne's office, held captive by the pinched-face hag of a secretary who watched and judged every move made in her territory. No doubt Thorne would inform the secretary - what was her name, anyway? We always just called her Hagzilla. And how she would look at Sidney when she was told why he was there! He would be the object of scorn and it would be her fault. Her fault, all of it her fault. And Sidney, he knew about her and Ben! He knew everything, he was there last night at the hotel! Would he tell them about Ben? Would he bury them all? She tightened her arms around her legs and rested her forehead against her knees. A wave of nausea overtook her. Ben, please, God, Ben, I need you... The door opened and Priya came floating into the room, crossing almost halfway before she noticed Grace balled up on the bed, rocking, wild-eyed, clutching the phone. She rushed to Grace's side. "Oh my god," she said, "what happened?" Tears welled up in Grace's eyes immediately. If only she could tell her! "Oh, Priya," she choked, "it's horrible!" Priya's black eyes glittered with concern. "Honey, what is it? What's happened to you?" "I wish I could tell you," Grace sobbed, resting her head now on her friend's shoulder. "Please, don't press me, please, I can't talk about it, I just can't..." If worse came to worse, at least her friend could honestly claim ignorance of the whole thing. "Gracie, you're trembling!" Priya cried, wrapping her arms around Grace. "You're really shaking! Are you afraid of something?" "I'm afraid of everything, deathly afraid..." The phone rang then, and both girls jumped before Grace answered it. "Grace Crawford speaking," she said shakily. Thorne's Texan drawl crackled through the line. "Miss Crawford, I've sent a campus officer to escort you to my office. He should be there any minute now, so you just sit tight, okay?" "Yes, sir," she said. "Thank you." "Everything's going to be all right, darlin', you'll see." He hung up. Grace was thoroughly puzzled. Why did he keep trying to reassure her? He wasn't going to ... expect something in return for his silence on the matter, was he? The thought made her shudder. She realized Priya was still staring at her with a look of deep concern. "That was Thorne, Richard Thorne, he's the... the Dean..." she stumbled along her words. "Dean of Arts and Sciences, yes, I know who he is," Priya said. "What does he want with you? Grace, are you in trouble?" What had Sidney said to her that day, when she'd first told him about Ben, and he'd told her he was attracted to men? I guess we all have each other by the balls, don't we? She swallowed. What had he told them? "I might be," she answered Priya. "I don't know. There's an officer coming to escort me to the Dean's office. I'm supposed to give a statement." That was the word Thorne had used, wasn't it? A statement? "What kind of statement?" The knock at the door made Priya jump again. But Grace was prepared for it. "That must be the officer," she said softly. "I'd better go." She opened the door to reveal the officer standing with a warm, concerned smile. Why are they all being so nice to me? she thought with a bitter annoyance. "If you'll please follow me, Miss Crawford," the officer said gently. She looked back at Priya and said, "If I don't get to come back, you need to know I love you." Tears welled up in Priya's eyes. "Ganesh be with you, Grace," she said. "I love you, too." Grace followed the officer down the hallway. She had been living with Priya long enough to know that Ganesh was the Hindu god of wisdom, and he was also known for removing obstacles from one's life. Wisdom and clarity, two things she desperately needed right now. She smiled in spite of herself, thinking that Priya always knew just what to say. Once they left the dorm building, her momentary serenity melted away as she carefully scanned the open territory lying between herself and her destination. She fell back from the officer about five paces, trying to make it look like she was merely strolling, and the officer happened to be strolling, too. Only a few stray students lolled about, paying no attention to their surroundings, focused only on their destinations. She was glad of that. She looked at her feet as she walked, doing her best to be inconspicuous. A wave of relief overtook her as they entered the administration building, the officer holding the door open for her and smiling warmly again. The smile was meant to relax her, she was sure, but it served only to set her nerves on edge again. She could feel her heart pounding in her throat, and a strange coldness settled in her stomach. She took a deep breath as she entered the Dean's office, where the officer finally left her. The office had an institutional feel to it, with its clean white walls and safe, unoffensive floral artwork, the fake potted tree and Richard Thorne's framed credentials. Hagzilla - dammit, what was her name? - tapped away on the computer's keyboard, intently filing some sort of report, her dyed red hair in a perfect librarian's bun on the crown of her head, her bright pink lipstick shining like a neon light against her face. Her head snapped up when she heard Grace enter the room. "Are you Grace Crawford?" she asked shrilly. "Yes, ma'am." "The Dean is waiting for you in the conference room. Come on, hurry up, I'll show you the way." And she unwound her bony frame to stand, motioning for Grace to follow. They reached the door of the conference room and just before opening it, Hagzilla's face softened and she said, "I'm glad they caught that man, but I'm so sorry it had to happen to a good girl like you." Then the softness vanished, and she opened the door and ushered Grace in. Grace was dumbfounded. Her confusion deepened as she surveyed the room - not only was Sidney not here, but a woman who looked like the counselor was here, along with three other girls and one boy, all of whom Grace recognized as fellow classmates! The boy, as a matter of fact, was just a freshman, and had only just turned eighteen a week before the semester started. Richard Thorne sat at the end of the table, facing Grace, his ankle resting on his knee. The counselor, a slender blonde woman with big, overstyled hair and a crisp navy blue suit, stood up to greet her. "Grace," she said warmly, "we're so glad you came." Grace looked at her suspiciously. "What choice did I have?" she asked darkly. The woman's blue eyes were kind, her smile bright and genuine. She ignored Grace's comment and said, "Please, honey, won't you sit down? We're here to support you. I'm Janine Starr, but please call me Janine." She took Grace's elbow and gently led her to a chair. "Please," Grace said, settling into her seat, "if someone could please tell me what this is all about, I'm so confused..." Janine looked sidelong at the Dean. "Denial," she said confidentially. "It happens to all of them." The Dean nodded knowingly. "Denial?" Grace repeated. "Denial of what?" One of the girls spoke up. "You don't have to pretend," she said. "It happened to all of us, too. Even him," she nodded toward the boy, who hung his head ashamedly. "Grace, this is Kara," Janine said, indicating the girl who had spoken. "And the other young lady's name is Jennifer, and this young man here, he is Matthew. They all went through the same thing you went through today. And we've brought them here to share their stories with you, if you'd like to hear them, and also to apologize to them, and to you, for not preventing this as we should have. Would you like to hear their stories?" It was no use asking more questions. Clearly this woman, this counselor, this Janine, was in control of the situation. Grace simply shrugged. "Why not?" Kara spoke up again. She was about Grace's age, maybe a year older, with drab brown hair but exquisite blue eyes and full lips. "I wasn't doing well in Chem 102," she said. "He told me that there were certain things I could do to raise my grade, he called it 'extra credit'. When I asked him what I could do, he took my hand and put it down his pants." Grace's blood ran cold. It was beginning to make sense, but what sense did it make? Sidney had... what? Taken advantage of these kids? Her Sidney? Impossible! Jennifer, a shy-looking golden-haired girl about the same age as Grace and Kara, softly said, "I was doing just fine in his class. But one day I needed help with a lab project, and as he was watching me over my shoulder, he started...touching me. First it was just my breasts, but then it was...other places, too." Janine reached across the table and took Jennifer's hand in hers. "Thank you so much for being here for Grace," she said sincerely. "That took a lot of courage." The other three murmured their agreement as Grace just stared, face all agog. Janine turned her gaze toward Matthew, whose dark features were twisted with shame or regret or anger. "Matthew, sweetheart," she said gently, "you don't have to share if you don't want to." "Why?" Matthew snapped. "Because I'm a guy, and the same thing happened to me? Am I not allowed the same feelings the girls are having?" His dark stare fell on Grace. "Something like this happens to you women, and the whole world is ready to support you, to sob for you, to console and comfort and impart its strength to you. What about us men?" He angled his body toward her. "You want to know why you never hear about men as the victims of sexual abuse? Because the world expects us to have our own built-in immunity to emotion. We're supposed to rely on our own God-given strength to overcome the feeling of being violated. We're supposed to bury it, forget it, and move on. You have no idea how lucky you women are - people expect you to be weak, and when you're not, it's somehow remarkable." Janine's hand now covered Matthew's. "We acknowledge your anger, Matthew, thank you for sharing it with us." "Oh, cut the psychobabble bullshit, Janine," Matthew grumbled, but he didn't move his hand. Grace's fingers went up to her temples. "Wait a second," she said, "let's back up the Crazy Train. Are you telling me that you think Professor Hargrove ..." She trailed off. She couldn't even say the words. Abuse? Sexual harassment? Christ, what were these people saying? Thorne, who had been respectfully quiet the whole time, now spoke up. "It's plain enough to see," he said. "These three young people were victims of this man's libido, and now you've been subjected to it, as well." "But, sir!" Grace cried. "When Kara first came to us," Janine said, cutting her off, "there was little we could do, legally, to prove her accusations. Then we heard Jennifer's story, and then Matthew's, and ever since then we've been trying our best to find a way to put a stop to this man's abuse of his students. It was plain luck today, that the Dean happened to catch him in the act. We're so sorry this happened to you, Grace, sorry it happened to all of you, but we're also very glad we have the evidence we need to convict him of sexual harassment." Convict him! "But...this, this isn't right!" Grace cried. "He didn't advance on me, Mr. Thorne, I was the one who approached him!" A look of pure sympathy washed over Janine's face. "Oh, you poor precious thing!" she exclaimed, throwing an arm around a thoroughly puzzled Grace. "Don't worry, honey, you don't have to tell us all about it, if you don't want to." She looked at the Dean and explained, "It's perfectly normal for a victim of abuse to want to protect her attacker, especially if the attacker was someone she knew and trusted." "Or he," Matthew muttered. "Or he, of course," Janine repeated. The Dean nodded. "I see." "This is ridiculous," Grace said. "Janine, Mr. Thorne, please, the Professor never -" This time it was Thorne who cut her off. "Look, Miss Crawford, whether you tell us what happened or not, we have enough testimony to put this guy away for quite a long little while. You may as well just tell us the truth." "Richard, don't pressure her!" Janine cried. "She's frightened enough as it is!" Janine's warm blue eyes fastened again on Grace. "You take all the time you need," she said. "When you're ready, we'll make an appointment, and you can tell us what happened. But Grace, we do need your testimony, because the Professor is going to suffer serious consequences." They weren't listening to a word she was saying. It was just as well, she thought, if these stories about Sidney were true. She took a deep breath and looked deeply into Janine's eyes. "Could I do that?" she asked. "Take some time, I mean. Just to...just to let all of this sink in. It's been a hell of a morning," she added with a mirthless chuckle. "Of course you may, dear," Janine replied. "Just you go on back to your room and take it easy for a little while. When you're ready, call down to the office and we'll make an appointment." Grace nodded and stood to leave. She got as far as the door, turned, and surveyed the room again. Her eyes settled on Kara, who sat stiffly and primly on the edge of her chair. "These things you're saying about the Professor," Grace ventured, "they're really true?" "Much as I wish they weren't," Kara replied, "it happened. It happened to all of us, and God only knows how many more who haven't stepped forward." "And the Professor?" Grace asked. "Where is he now?" "County jail," Thorne replied. "Though he may have bonded out by now." "County jail?" Grace repeated. "Then this will be all over the news, won't it?" "More than likely," Thorne said bitterly. "I wish there was something we could do about that, Miss Crawford, but there's no controlling the media." "I understand, Sir. Any chance he might still be in jail?" "He might be. I haven't heard any news." "But he won't be allowed back on campus, will he?" Grace asked, with the appropriate amount of fear. "He'll be back over my dead body," Thorne replied, a sudden darkness creeping into his voice. "Don't you worry, Grace," Janine consoled. "You'll never have to see him again, if you don't want to." Grace nodded, and without another word, she turned and left the conference room. If only Ben would call, she thought as she made her way across the lawn toward her building again. He'd know what to do with this astounding bit of information. Sidney a sex criminal! Who would have guessed it! No wonder it had been so easy to seduce him - maybe she had just beat him to the punch. Of course they'd never believe that she'd seduced him. And how many others were keeping silent out of shame or fear? What this really meant, though, was that she was going to get away with her affair with Sidney, simply because he had hurt the students before her. She wasn't going to get expelled, reprimanded, or otherwise chastised, even though, by all rights and purposes, the entire affair had been her fault. But without her, there would have been no justice for the students who had suffered at his hands, right? How long would it have taken Richard Thorne and Janine Starr to launch some lackluster investigation, trying to catch him in the act? Janine had said it exactly - it really was plain luck. A slow, sly smile crept across her face as she reached her dorm room. And no sooner had she opened the door - where had Priya gone? - than her cell phone rang, and Ben's number popped up on the screen. Thank God! She flipped the phone open and shut the door behind her. "Jesus Christ, I was worried sick about you!" she cried. "And hello to you, too," he said. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I was just-" "Worried sick, I know. But don't worry anymore, honey. My life just got one hundred percent better. I have reached the light at the end of a dark, dark tunnel!" He laughed a short, giddy laugh. "What happened?" "Oh, there's time for me to tell you that, and besides, you won't believe it when you hear it!" He laughed again. "But shush, enough about me, have you been all right?" "That's another long story, and you're not going to believe it, either," she replied. "Sounds like we have a lot to talk about," he said. "We really do, and it's pretty heavy." There was a long pause on his end of the line. "We're... we're still okay, aren't we? You and me, I mean, we're still..." "Absolutely," she assured him. "I think we're more okay than we've ever been." "Meet me somewhere," he said. "The park. You ever made love in a park at sunset?" "No," she said, grinning widely. "I'll see you there. And Grace?" "Yes, Professor." "I love you madly." Tears sprang to her eyes. "I love you, too." "One hour," he said. "Can you get away?" "I will find a way," she promised. Teacher's Pet Ch. 08 Cory followed behind the Headmaster, frightened and anxious about his fate. And Mr. Peterson's fate for that matter... he didn't quite understand what was wrong or why Coach Hamilton should be able to take charge of Mr. Peterson when the Coach had sex with him just the day before. Following the Headmaster into the office, he felt like he was in a daze as the Headmaster took his arm and walked him over to the desk. Then Cory was bent over - almost exactly as he had been in Mr. Peterson's room, and to his shock the Headmaster pulled down his pants. Closing his eyes, he realized that the Headmaster was looking him over, and from the stickiness on his thighs he knew that Mr. Peterson's cum was dripping out of his tight little asshole which had already closed up. Suddenly the Headmaster's fingers pressed against Cory's hole, and pushed inwards... he gasped with shock. The Headmaster had very thick fingers, two of them almost the girth of Mr. Peterson's dick... it felt painfully good and he could feel his dick starting to stir again. "Oh yes, he fucked you good didn't he?" The Headmaster sneered, "How many times?" "What?" Cory gasped as the Headmaster forcefully thrust his fingers fully into Cory's ass. "How many times has he fucked you?" The Headmaster's fingers started pumping in and out of Cory's ass as he writhed a little and tried to remember. "This was the third time, only the third time!" Cory cried out, shivering and blushing as his own dick starting to rise to the occasion. The Headmaster noted his reaction. Shoving his fingers in deeply he asked, "And what else has he had you do?" "I've jerked him off," Cory gasped as the fingers inside him writhed, he was fully hard now, the head of his dick bumping against the hard wood of the Headmaster's desk, "And sucked him, and he's watched while Sam sucked me and today when I fucked Sam..." He collapsed as the Headmaster's fingers left his ass, almost shivering with relief. Everything was so strange, and happening so fast, he didn't know at all what to think. When he felt the thick meaty head of a dick at the entrance of his anus, he cried out in complete confusion. He felt sure that this was the reason Mr. Peterson had gotten in trouble, but now the Headmaster was gripping his hips and pushing his dick into the student's ass. Cory groaned as he was split open, the Headmaster was much thicker around than Mr. Peterson or Coach Hamilton and he could feel his ass straining around the thick cock. "OH GOD..." he moaned, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" "This is what Mr. Peterson has been doing isn't it?" the Headmaster grunted as he shoved an inch of his cock up Cory's ass, "I'm just making sure you really like it." And Cory did, he moaned as his ass stretched open, his own dick hitting the warm wood of the Headmaster's desk as his hips moved back and forth with the Headmaster, the thick shaft of meat slowly filling his ass. It didn't go as deep as Mr. Peterson's, but god did it stretch him open. He was groaning as the Headmaster pressed his upper body flat on the desk, the older man's groin warm against Cory's spread buttocks. As the Headmaster began to thrust in and out of Cory's tight ass, moaning with pleasure as he sodomized the confused student, Cory moaned with arousal. He was turned on, having been made to confess his activities with Mr. Peterson and the strange reactions of the Headmaster, as well as the thickness of the cock that was stretching him open. "Do you like it?" the Headmaster grunted, using his hands on Cory's hips to thrust into him brutally hard, almost knocking the breath out of the student, "Does it feel good?" "Yes..." Cory moaned, "Oh god yes..." Cory's own dick was so swollen and aching, he felt like if the Headmaster would just touch his dick he'd cum immediately... he'd gotten so used to having stimulation while being fucked. Although he did remember in the shower when Coach Hamilton had taken him from behind and he'd cum without any stimulation other than the dick in his ass... But the Headmaster, hearing Cory's moans and affirmation, reached around and gripped Cory's dick tightly, his hand moving firmly towards Cory's body just as he thrust hard into Cory's ass. Feeling the Headmaster's hand on him, Cory shuddered and the cum boiled up in his balls, his ass clenched down hard on the thick meat inside it, rippling as he spasmed and began to cum. "OH! OH GOD!!!!!!" Cory thrashed in front of the Headmaster as the older man pumped his cock in and out of Cory's ass brutally while the younger man climaxed, almost as though his thrusting dick was pushing the cum out of Cory's body. Just as Cory's orgasm was starting to diminish, the Headmaster grunted and thrust forward hard, trapping Cory against the desk. The last few spurts of his own cum sprayed the side of the desk as his ass clenched around the cock that was twitching inside of it. He could feel his second load of cum that day, filling up his ass, the Headmaster's heavy dick pulsing against his tight anal ring with every spurt. Shuddering, Cory lay there until the Headmaster was totally finished and pulled away. Silently Cory pulled up his pants, blushing and unsure of what was going to happen now. Sitting down at his desk, Cory's cum dripping down the side of it, the Headmaster smiled at him, "We have a special class that I'd like you to join us at tomorrow Cory. It's a kind of study center for some of our students, just come to this room at the time when you usually meet with Mr. Peterson." Handing Cory a card with the room number on it, the Headmaster looked down at his paperwork, obviously done with the student. Uncertainly Cory backed away and then hurried out the door, he didn't know how he felt about the entire afternoon. Teacher's Pet Ch. 08 Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** We arrived after four hours (and several roadside stops) all feeling rather tired and looking decidedly dishevelled. We pulled up the driveway and all clambered out, the girls first having to adjust the clothing in case anyone went by. I grabbed the heaviest of the bags and went to use the front door key which I'd received in the post a couple of days before. The second we were through the door, the girls disappeared upstairs to "freshen up" and mentioned they had a "surprise" for me and that I should stay downstairs. I was curious but obeyed. I used the time to pack away the groceries (which were mainly booze) and poured myself a drink. I explored a bit, noticed the old school wooden fireplace and importantly, the big screen TV both in the front room. Two large couches, leather (thankfully) as I could already picture what would happen on the couches if I knew the girls as well as I did. I ventured out back to inspect the hot tub, tested it and watched the steam and bubbles rise from the inviting water. I looked up to one of the upper windows where a light was on and the curtains were open to see Nikki and Emily prancing about topless in front of the window. It was at that moment, the security light decided to flick on and light me up like a Christmas tree. They looked down, spotting me straight away. Emily leaned into Nikki and apparently suggested something which Nikki nodded to before locking lips with her friend. I was just starting to enjoy the show when Emily wagged her finger at me and then closed the curtains. She'd pay for that later. I strolled back inside, the cool night air prickling the hairs on my arms. I slid back inside and flopped down on the couch to wait the reappearance of the girls. I didn't have to wait long. The girls trouped down the stairs, their clothing apparently forgotten, the only stitches of clothing they were wearing were the 3 most provocative sets of lingerie I'd seen in my life. It was like a Victoria's Secret fashion show where I'm the only audience member and I get to party with the models afterwards. I had time to admire the obviously very expensive collection on display, Miss Jones' was a red and black set, all sultry elegance, the panties were a thong, the high waist line accentuating her long legs and tight arse. Emily's set left much less to the imagination, the bra barely concealing her large firm breasts nearly spilling out of it, the dark purple material trimmed highlighted with intricate black swirls, the French knickers sculpting her buttocks. Nikki's set was exactly the opposite to Emily's which was so much like her, her set were pink and white with a frilly trim and a matching pair of brief panties, only highlighting her comparative innocence. Miss Jones moved to the CD player on a nearby shelf and plugged in her iPod. Nikki and Emily snuggled into next me, their hot flesh pressing against me, spiking my own temperature and causing my already painful erection to throb even more. Their hands wandering all over me, their lips against my neck, kissing and nuzzling. I heard music start and looked up from the girl's ministrations and saw Miss Jones begin to dance to the music. I can't even remember what the music was, the way her body moved and seemed to flow with the beat was hypnotic. She approached the couch, her hips still swaying to the beat and it was that moment I remembered a conversation I'd had with Miss Jones over lunch one afternoon, before any of this happened. She'd asked me why men found strippers so alluring and I'd replied with something about finding it frustrating being able to look and not touch. Working together Emily and Nikki quickly unbuttoned my jeans, Miss Jones then grabbed the bottom of both legs and yanked, the leather material of the couch allowing them to slide from under with very little resistance. Then I felt the girls' legs lock around my arms, pinning them by my side. I chuckled. "My turn to be the one restrained?" Emily nodded, a twinkle in her eye. This was definitely her idea. I turned back to Miss Jones who had resumed her Jamie Lee Curtis in True Lies worthy striptease (minus the four poster bed), my cock now at least free of my jeans but I got the impression it would be a while before it got to go anywhere else. Nikki and Emily were running their hands all over my body, studiously avoiding the one part of me I wanted touching. Miss Jones turned her glorious arse toward me, her cheeks split by a thong and lowered it onto my crotch, her ass grinding in my lap like she'd worked in a lapdance club for years. Needless to say, her grinding was doing little to lessen my hardon. She deftly unclipped her bra, slinging it across the room and spinning to face me, sliding her left arm across her glorious tits as she did. She slowly stepped towards me, her arm slowly inching off her chest. She reached me and began carefully straddling me, her arm dropped from her chest as her tits reached face, she grabbed the back of my head dragged it into her cleavage and it was at this point, I decided I'd had enough of no touching. I forcefully removed my arms from between the legs of the girls on either side of me, shrugging off their attempts to re-secure me. My right arm wrapped around Miss Jones' back, pinning her against me, my left found the back of her head, forcing her lips onto mine and felt her moan her approval. I felt Emily and Nikki moving and looked to my right to see Emily removing her bra with one hand, her other hand in her panties, her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt as she watched me and Miss Jones groping each other. I whispered something in Nikki's ear and she quietly slipped upstairs. I used the space on the couch to slide out from under Miss Jones, keeping her in place with my hands as I move around her. Emily reappeared with what we referred to as "the punishment collar". Emily was the only one who ever had to wear it. I let her see it and motioned for her to climb off the couch. She stood in front of me, her glorious tits on full display but I knew there'd be time for that later. Emily obediently held out her wrists and let me handcuff her wrists before bowing her head so I could fit the collar part of it around the neck. Once the collar was secured, I clipped the handcuffs to it behind her neck, pinning her hands behind her and preventing her from playing with herself while I screwed Miss Jones' and Nikki's brains out. I let her to the couch and sat her down facing the middle of the couch. I then turned Miss Jones so she was facing Emily so she could see every face Miss Jones made as I nailed her. Nikki went and slid herself in behind Emily, her hands already idly exploring Emily's exposed flesh, carefully avoiding anything even remotely erogenous, much to Emily's evident frustration. I climbed onto the couch behind Miss Jones, my left hand sliding her panties off her legs as I extracted my cock from my boxers and lined it up with Miss Jones' already soaking slit. I inched slowly forward, seeing the probable look of lust reflected in Emily's face as she watched Miss Jones get what she was desperate for. "This is what happens when you tease me Emily." I stated, matter of factly. "What's that sir?" She asked, not understanding me. "You have to watch everyone else get fucked first. Isn't that right..." I paused as I thrust the last couple of inches into Miss Jones in one go "... Miss Jones?" "Yes Mr Burton sir" She moaned in response, her voice hoarse from the bliss of my cock filling her up. I grabbed Miss Jones' hips and began to thrust into her. I heard Nikki moan and noticed that Emily must have gotten her fingers into Nikki without her noticing. Nikki was still maintaining the teasing she visiting on Emily but it was becoming increasingly erratic. I make eye contact with Emily and see a Cheshire cat worthy grin plastered there. I increase my thrusting into Miss Jones, causing her moaning to increase in volume. Nikki's moaning got louder shortly after as Emily had apparently increased her own pace as well. The game was on. I could feel Miss Jones' pussy starting to twitch and contract as her orgasm neared but I could also hear that Nikki's orgasm would hit her shortly. I thought quickly, sucked my thumb and slid it into Miss Jones' arse. The sudden violation combined with my thrusting sent her crashing over the edge and I was suddenly very glad this place was in the middle of nowhere because if not Miss Jones' screams would have woken up people 4 houses away. I grinned at Emily, she stared back defiantly. "You lost Emily. Now it's time for a new punishment." I grabbed her round the waist and pulled her off the couch and away from an apparently post orgasm Nikki. I carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and paused briefly to admire the giant four post bed that was in there. I threw her over the end of the bed, her feet on the floor off the end. By now Nikki and Miss Jones were in the door way, both decidedly dishevelled but still stunning in my eyes. I gave a pre-arranged signal to Nikki and Miss Jones and they went about following the instruction. I climbed onto the bed and moved to straddle Emily's head. She looked up at me and I grabbed my cock, guiding it towards her mouth which she opened without complaint. I savoured Emily blowing long enough for the other two girls to get in position. At my signal, they grabbed Emily's ankles and quickly secured them to the base of the bed posts on either side. I removed my cock from Emily's vicinity and withdrew behind her. "Sir, what are you doing? She asked pleadingly. "You don't need to tie me to take my like this sir, you know I'm your obedient little slut. You know how much I love your cock." "You're not obedient Emily. But you will be." I replied, using my teacher voice. "We just need to train you up a little bit." Miss Jones appeared with a tube of lubricant and began covering my cock in it. "Why can I smell lube? Emily asked hesitantly. I slid up behind her, bringing my hand down on her right arse cheek hard. "Obedient little sluts don't ask so many questions Miss Moore." She went silent. I lined my well lubricated cock up with her arsehole. As soon as she felt where I was headed, she began pleading again but I knew she wasn't serious. She'd begged me to take her arse. She'd also asked it to be a punishment. She was just playing upto to the role. Miss Moore had a long night ahead of her. Teacher's Pet Ch. 09 Author's Note: There is a bit of an element of reluctance in this story. Otherwise, just gay sex. Enjoy! =) ---------------------------------------- Mr. Peterson wasn't in class the next day, so Cory couldn't ask him about the room that he was supposed to go to after school. When he mentioned it to Sam, the young man just shrugged his shoulders and kept walking. So, at the end of the day, Cory decided to go to the room. To satisfy his curiously if nothing else. When he walked in he gasped, the room had about 15 teachers in, almost the entire staff, and everywhere they were fucking students. Since it was an all-boys school, that meant more students that Cory had realized were gay. Sam and some of his friends were on their hands and knees, taking it at both ends. Cory could feel himself getting hard as his wide-eyes watched them getting stuffed from behind while they sucked a cock in front of them. Beneath each of them was another student, sucking on their dick. At the back of the room, tied stomach down on a table, was Mr. Peterson, sucking on the Headmaster's cock. The Headmaster looked back and smiled as he saw Cory, waving the younger man over. Cory couldn't tear his gaze away from the dick that was sliding in and out from between Mr. Peterson's lips. The teacher wasn't sucking very eagerly, and Cory remembered that Mr. Peterson had never done anything like that to either him or Sam, he'd only taken what the younger man had to give. "Hello Cory," the Headmaster greeted him, his hands on the top of Mr. Peterson's head. Mr. Peterson was watching Cory out of the corner of his eye, although most of his concentration was on not choking. The Headmaster continued talking as Cory rubbed the bulge at the front of his pants, "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on." "Um, yes Sir," Cory tore his gaze away from the fascinating visual of Mr. Peterson sucking cock. He was also amazed at the Headmaster's capability for carrying on a normal conversation. "Well you see Cory, the teachers her have a bit of a, ahem, club going on, you might say. Those students whom we think would be interested in the meetings we approach and then bring them to a meeting. Mr. Peterson seems to have approached you and then decided to keep you to himself for awhile." Mr. Peterson moaned around the Headmaster's dick as he gave a particularly brutal thrust, "Chad here seems to have a penchant for finding students, but often fails to bring them in immediately, you being the latest case. Coach Hamilton alerted me to the possible irregularity and so of course I looked in on it first chance I got." Cory glanced over at where Coach Hamilton was fucking Buck, his quarterback, the two looking as in sync as they were on the football field. He blushed, remembering his encounters with both of them. The Headmaster continued, "We told Chad that the next time he didn't share we'd have to punish him... so here he is. Chad doesn't like to be a bottom much, he's more of a top, but he does enjoy it when forced to. Of course, he's not doing a very good job of sucking my dick right now, so I think I'm going to have to change places." Popping his dick out of Mr. Peterson's mouth, the Headmaster walked around behind Mr. Peterson as the teacher moaned, "Dave, please..." "Quiet Chad," the Headmaster slapped Mr. Peterson on the ass hard as he lined his dick up. Looking at Cory he said, "Stick your prick in his mouth young man, that'll keep him quiet." Mr. Peterson's eyes begged for a reprieve, but Cory was so horny and so eager to finally have Mr. Peterson doing something for him that he managed to ignore the look. And the Headmaster was right, as Mr. Peterson started sucking on his dick, he did seem to enjoy himself. Then the Headmaster started pushing his wide dick into Mr. Peterson's ass, and Cory nearly lost control as Mr. Peterson's agonized moans massaged his dick. Remembering how big around the Headmaster's dick was, Cory did feel a little sorry for Mr. Peterson... but the teacher had brought it on himself. Looking around the room as Mr. Peterson sucked his dick, Cory realized that he was interested in encounters with a lot of the people in there. New and interesting things were going on, and Mr. Peterson had apparently just planned on running Cory's sex life all on his own. Now Cory was being presented with a banquet of opportunities, and he was liking the outlook. The mouth of his dick became more eager the longer that the Headmaster fucked Mr. Peterson, Cory realized that his teacher must be getting used to the anal invasion. He was mesmerized by the sight of Mr. Peterson's tight ass swallowing up the Headmaster's thick dick. Pushing himself deeply into his teacher's throat, he leaned forward to watch. The Headmaster was grunting and heaving, thrusting forcefully with his hands on Mr. Peterson's hips for balance and leverage. Cory knew when the Headmaster was about to cum, because he tensed up all over and his fingers dug into Mr. Peterson's sides. Mr. Peterson cried out around Cory's dick, the reverberations vibrating through his entire body. Sighing happily the Headmaster pulled his limp dick from Mr. Peterson's ass and slapped the firm cheek. Looking up he asked, "Would you like a try Cory?" Cory stared at the pink, slightly gaping hole, his cock buried in Mr. Peterson's throat... for the moment.