11 comments/ 133256 views/ 21 favorites Her Last Day of School Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion "Click... clack... click... clack... click... clack," the echo off high heels walking across a freshly polished floor filled the lobby of Claybourne High School as one its teachers made her way inside from the frigid, mid-January temps outside. It was a cold Friday morning with a light dusting of snow covering much of suburban Ohio town Kim Dudley, and her Husband, had called home since she graduated from Ohio St and began teaching six and a half years earlier. Her entire body was freezing, especially her feet, from the walk inside from the teacher's lot and Kim found herself wishing she would have dressed a little more substantially, even if it was just for the morning commute. "Should have at least worn your boots," she chided herself, trying to get the blood flowing in her stocking clad toes as she hustled up the hallway. Knowing how the rest of the day would play out however, Kim filled with a bristling inner warmth as looked down at her black leather pumps, knowing they'd make much more of a visual impact than a pair of frumpy but cozy Winter boots. So would the thigh high black stockings she had on under her form-fitting, knee length black skirt. It was a strange feeling having the cold air draft upwards over the bare skin of her upper thighs, but once she was inside, the warmth from the heat ducts along with the surrounding mass of people caused her crotch to quickly began to simmer. Raising her head, Kim smiled at the sea of faces she passed along the way to her first period class. By then the steady click of her heels on the floor had been drowned out by the din of the bustling herd, but she still felt her heart beating in her chest and anxiety chewing at her gut every time she saw a familiar and friendly face, wondering if it would be the last time she would ever see them. Ever the observant woman, Kim could also feel a plethora of eyes gazing at her in passing. Out of the corner of her eyes, Kim could see every male student she brushed by seemingly crimp their neck to get a good look at her. While she was one of the more attractive members of the faculty, rarely did she ever come to work dressed more like she was headed to a cocktail party instead of her 12th grade social studies class. Looking down as she pressed on to her classroom, Kim could see her nipples poking out the front of her cream colored silk blouse like two concealed grapes in her bra cups, hardened by the bitter cold outside and her own inner angst. Thankfully the black blazer she had on kept anyone from seeing her obvious arousal unless they were standing of directly in front of her. Still, even with the shameless act she was preparing to do, Kim felt the need to fold her briefcase under her arms and raise it to her chest as she approached the door to room 205. Taking a deep breath, Kim stepped inside the room and saw the usual choas that surrounded the moments before first period started. Most of the students were already in the room even though many were a blur darting back and forth between their desks, catching up on any last minute gossip or making plans for later in the day before class started. Kim had learned not to stand in front of the door for too long, to avoid getting plowed over by a rampaging student trying to hurry into the room before the late bell rang. It wasn't long however before all of the students' eyes gradually settled on their teacher, looking more like she was headed to a high level board meeting instead of conducting their class. Even as the students drifted towards their assigned seats, all the male eyes, and a good many of the female ones, were glued to Mrs. Dudley, and the formalness of her attire. Kim was sure she could feel the weight of several of the aroused male gazes in the room, but none of them outwardly said a word. In fact, there was an awkward silence hanging in the air as she dropped her briefcase on her neatly kept desk a few seconds before removing her blazer and draping it across the back of her chair. Popping open the locks of the briefcase where she kept her school supplies, Kim removed a stack of graded essays before closing it back up. "Not the best group of papers I've ever seen...we still have to get some of that rust off from Christmas break I guess," Kim chided the class as she walked towards the aisle closest to the door to start handing the grades out. On cue, several kids rolled their eyes in disappointment when they saw their score but most of them quickly raised their gaze back towards Mrs. Dudley as she walked past, her narrow waist, rounded hips and trim athletic calves readily apparent in the tight black skirt. Balancing herself on her 4 inch high heels as she navigated the obstacle course of book bags laying in the aisles, Kim had to fight a internal touch of irony as she scolded the class to do better. The topic of the essay had been on ethics in government, ethics being the difficult to digest word considering what she and her Husband were on the verge of doing. After all the graded papers having been returned, Kim walked back towards her desk and grabbed the metal tray she kept there for incoming assignments. Turning on the tips of her heels, Kim made her way to the first row of students once again, this time telling them each to drop their cell phones in the basket. "I'll give them back at the end of class," the teacher promised despite the youthful chorus of 'whys' and 'groans' that erupted around her. Knowing that cell phone use had been an issue several times in Mrs. Dudley's class, all the students had heard her warnings before but none of them thought she'd take the drastic step of confiscating their tethers to the outside world. But one by one each student relented and dropped their phones with a clank into the waiting basket. Dropping the almost half full basket back on her desk, Kim then walked towards the door of the classroom, closed it and then turned the lock, a safety precaution that had been added to every classroom after the incident at Columbine years earlier. Suddenly the unsettled quiet that had descended upon the room developed into a full blown hush when the students saw their teacher lock the door just after taking their phones. "...Now let's get on with class," Kim addressed the 22 stunned faces in the room as she leaned back against the front edge of her desk. Each student could detect the unease in their 30 year old teacher's voice. It was there for good reason. ___________________________________ Kim's Husband, Jeff was an Asst. Branch Manager at one of the bigger banks in the Cincinnati area. He had a degree in accounting from Ohio St. where he'd met his Wife, an intricate understanding of the worldwide banking markets, and as it turned out quite a set of brass balls. Through some creative bookkeeping and several years of earning the explicit trust of everyone he worked with, both above and below him in the corporate food chain, Jeff Dudley had gradually put into action a plan that would culminate later that same Friday morning Kim Dudley was collecting cell phones in her classroom . The hatching and eventual harvesting of that plan he hadn't shared with his wife until the night before however. Jeff had purposefully withheld the details of his theft from his wife in hopes that she would have some plausible deniability if the heist was to ever be uncovered. He did tell her he picked that particular Friday to execute the plan since Martin Luther King Day would be the following Monday and the long weekend would provide them ample opportunity to get out of the country and cover their tracks before any traces of his grand pilfer would even start showing up on the company's computers. Even when they got a hint that something was amiss and Jeff was nowhere to be found, with the complex way he'd gone about muddying the waters, it would take a good forensic accountant a few days to figure everything out. By then the couple would have all but disappeared from the face of the Earth. Having sucked their life savings gradually from the bank and cashing in all their stocks to tide them over for spending money until they got down to the Islands, Jeff had made flight reservations for that afternoon to the Caribbean where the money from his thievery was waiting in a secure, off-shore account. From there, after spending a few days enjoying a second honeymoon, Jeff would pay a contact specializing in forged documents to provide he and Kim with a new identity as Swiss citizens. After that, Jeff would wire the rest of the money to a waiting Swiss bank account and fly to Stockholm the same Monday everyone back at the bank he worked would be enjoying their much deserved Monday holiday off. By the time anyone caught wind of his treachery, Jeff and his Wife would be citizens of Europe. Leaving no children or living parents behind, both Jeff and Kim felt as if it would be as neat a cut from their old lives as humanly possible. Kim had been stunned when Jeff had approached with the details of what he'd done, but faced with the sudden decision to follow him or stay at home, alone with the Feds eventually swooping in, she decided to go with him and start a new life. In fact they'd fucked like bunnies in the hours after Jeff had told Kim of his plan over dinner and after they'd packed all the essentials for the hasty flight the next day, both Husband and Wife struggled to get some shuteye before the Friday that would basically be their last as the Dudley's. As she tried drifting off that night, still feeling her Husband's warm and rich cum swimming through her womb, the splinter of a long time fantasy broke off from Kim's psyche and lodged squarely in her loins. If she was going to go through the motions of going to work the following day, Kim would make it a day to remember for everyone. Rubbing her still throbbing pussy as she cooked up the details in her head, eventually Kim came to the twisted images in her mind before finally falling asleep. ____________________________________ The scourge of female teacher/male student sex scandals has long been a shadow hanging over school systems around the country. Not a week seemingly goes by that a new case isn't splashed across the news from somewhere around the country. Event hough the trend wasn't outwardly discussed much between the faculty Kim encountered at Claybourne, because of the awkward nature of the subject, the fact that you often needed a knife to cut the hormones floating in the air at the high school she taught led Kim to believe the affairs that were actually outed and made public nationally were only the tip of a very nasty and unscrupulous iceberg. While she didn't know for certain of any such affairs at her school with either male or female teachers, she guessed that it did go on. There was also no way in the world she'd ever be tempted to go down that road, ruining her life and torpedoing her career for a meaningless tryst with a student. Thankfully, unlike what seemed like a common thread in many of the other female teacher sex cases where the teacher's Husband maybe didn't do everything in his power to keep his wife satisfied, at least Kim had a Husband who fulfilled her every wish, in and out of the bedroom. Still, in the deepest recesses of her primal mind, there was a depraved fantasy that had always intrigued Kim since her first day on the job. As for any student interest in her, Kim's radar was pretty acute at picking up such things and there wasn't a class that had gone by, or a walk down a hallway since she'd started teaching that didn't bring at least one prolonged gaze by a male student or fellow faculty member. There were even plenty of stares she got from the girls at the school as well and even though she knew a percentage of those were simply out of jealousy and spite for being prettier than they were, there was no doubt in Kim's mind that many of those hungry glances were of a sexual intent as well. All of that was just years worth of playful and unspoken flirtation until that fateful Thursday night when Jeff Dudley told his Wife that their life was about to take a radical shift, which in turn opened a very small window of potential indecency that Kim found herself game enough to crawl through. _____________________________________ Once all the cell phones had been gathered, the door to room 205 locked and all the shades drawn, Kim slowly strolled back to the center of the room and leaned her behind against the front of her desk, the whole time being watched closely by each of her silent but incredulous flock. "...Alright...," Kim finally sighed, more to herself than any of the other 22 young men or women in the room, after taking a look up at the clock on the wall. "We have about 40 minutes to the bell..we better get started." A visible wave of trepidation swept through the faces of the assembled students as they sat there, many with their mouths un-hinged as they hung on every one of their teacher's measured words. "I've got to take some time away from school...its nothing any of you should worry yourself with... but today's going to be my last day for awhile," Kim offered soberly. "I might be back.....I might not," she lied knowing full well this would be the last time she ever stepped inside an American classroom, but trying to make her delivery as comforting as possible. "From day one, you guys have been my favorite class," Kim continued, this time telling the complete truth. "And I just wanted to thank you guys for making this job a pleasure to come to every single morning." There was a definite mixture of emotions welling inside the nearly two dozens kids as they listened, their internal reactions ranging from concern over Mrs. Dudley's health for some, to wondering just how easy it would be to get over on a substitute for the rest of the school year for others. "Let's cut to the chase before we run out of time," Kim continued, balling her hands into nervous fists along the edge of the desk to each side of her. Raising her head several moments later, trying to make a visual connection to every student in the room as she balanced and rolled the tip of her right high heel on the floor, Kim could feel her insides fizzing like a shaken bottle of chilled champagne, waiting to be uncorked. "I've thought about doing this for awhile," Kim's voice rose softly, flexing her fingers out then wrapping her hands together before resting them against her lower belly. "If I was gonna do this..this is the class I wanted to do it for." Scanning the 44 eyes staring straight back at her, Kim could feel the weight of the hush enveloping the room. Then she saw the shock in each of those gazes and the re-coil of their seated bodies when she reached up and started to unbutton her crisp white blouse. There was a definite sensation of jumping off a ledge for Kim, one she could never pull herself back from, as her tingling fingers undid each button. But there was an air of familiarity about it as well for her from the countless times she'd imagined this moment in her mind. For the students, even the ones that had fantasized about the very thing she was doing, there was no such calmness in their gazes. In fact, everyone in the five parallel rows of seats sat like stones at their desks, 22 blank faces looking on as the soft, golden tanned flesh of their teacher's cleavage came into view. In the roaring silence, the sound of several pens and pencils hitting the desk echoed through the room even though everyone now was too pre-occupied to hear it. Scanning the room, her head held defiantly high, Kim worked the bottom of her tucked blouse free from the waistline of her very snug skirt and allowed the slightly wrinkled fabric to flair out as she undid the final few buttons. Letting the blouse hang loose, Kim snuck her hands inside the opening and edged the angelically smooth material further apart until everyone in the room could clearly see her pert bosom resting inside the lacy white cups of her high end bra. Her adrenaline flowing, Kim was completely locked into the moment as she reached behind her back and unsnapped the rear clasp of her skirt and instant before working the small zipper down. Instantly Kim exhaled and her body relaxed from having the pressure of her tight fitting skirt relieved. For a few seconds she just stood there surveying the room, cataloging the varied reactions of her students looking on. There were quite a few pale faced and open mouthed stares combined with a couple of white-knuckled grips on the edges of desks. Kim found herself intrigued by the differences she saw in the male and female reactions. Most of the guys in the room sat either upright or leaned forward slightly in their seats, all with a look of reverence and disbelief on their faces. The girls for the most part all seemed to either crouch or slink a little backwards at their desks, a few with their arms folded, as if unsettled to the core by what their teacher was doing. Looking hard enough into several of the female eyes however, Kim was sure she could see a gleam of fascination in a few of them as she tugged her skirt down to the floor. The molecular energy in the room seemed to combust when the students saw Kim's black, thigh high stocking clad legs come into view and any neutral observer would have seen more than half of the students' throats in the room gulp when they watched their teacher step out of her dress. Undressing herself at a brisk but controlled pace, Kim didn't give her class long enough to allow the gravity of what they were witnessing to sink in. Her skirt laying in a pile beside her feet, with cat like ease Kim slid her blouse over her shoulders and down her twell toned arms before draping the soft, silky garment across her desk, leaving her standing there in the center of the room in nothing but her bra, hose and panties. Still balancing herself expertly on her high heels, Kim slowly walked back and forth across the front of the room as if to give the students sitting in the front row a chance to see up close what they were watching was real. Her sweet smelling perfume rousing the senses of everyone she brushed past, Kim could feel her nipples turning into two small stones inside the cups of her bra. Returning to her perch in front of her desk after two quick tours across the room, Kim looked up at the clock and saw there were 36 minutes left until the end of class. She then raised her hands up to the center of her chest and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra. Letting her fingertips slide demurely across the baby soft skin of her décolletage, Kim made a point to make eye contact with every boy in the room as she peeled her bra cups away from her 34 C bosom, as if to say, "I know most of you have laid in bed at night imagining me doing this..Hell I've caught most of you trying to look down my blouse when your up at my desk..well here they are for all of you to see." Pulling the bra all the way apart, Kim took supreme feminine delight in the way all the male faces in the room lit up when they got their first look at her unsheathed breasts. Rolling the straps off her shoulders, she turned and laid the bra on her desk, on top of her already discarded blouse. When she turned back towards the class, her tits bouncing luridly now every time she moved, Kim swore she could hear the hearts of the boys closest to the front racing in their chests, or perhaps it was the volume of her own. So aroused by her illicit striptease, Kim couldn't help digging her right hand down between her thighs and squeezing it tight around the crotch of her moistened panties. The scent of her own pheramones filtering rapidly through the room, Kim could look out and see several of the boys raising their noses into the air, like hounds attracted to her primal scent as she massaged her sex. Each time she inhaled, Kim was sure she could also smell the tsunami of testosterone wafting up from the class. Her Last Day of School Ch. 01 Sticking her hand all the way inside her frilly underwear, Kim anxiously rolled her four fingers through her freshly shaved snatch, the noisy and wet sound of her self stimulation audible to even the students sitting in the back row. Nodding her head to the pupils assembled in the rear of the room, Kim silently beckoned them to stand up and move in closer until the entire class had formed a crude, crescent shaped arc around her. Almost like a preacher waiting for everyone in the congregation to find a comfortable spot in the pews, Kim waited until all her students had assembled around her before she began rolling her panties down her legs and kicking the lacy and miniscule undergarment aside. "All naked now..well except for the stockings but I think I'll keep them on..its time to get to work," Kim told herself. ____________________________________ "All naked," an 18 year old student in the class named Steven Holcomb would certainly agree, along with everyone else in the room, in a state of disbelief watching his teacher stripped down to nothing but a pair of elegant black thigh high stockings. Rubbing his forearm to avoid the growing temptation to run something else, the sandpaper like feel of the goosebumps rising on his flesh was the only thing that told Steven what he was watching wasn't a dream. Of all the students in the room, Steven was one of the few that was still technically a virgin. He'd officially been to 2nd base with a couple of girls even though he'd bragged he'd been all the way to 3rd. He had seen a couple of naked women in accidental passing over the years, unfortunately for him two of those instances had been much older relatives, which sadly left him sick to the stomach, and the other time it had been a friend of his older sister whom he'd walked in on as she got out of the shower after a Friday night sleepover. Steven had also been one of the male students that had slumped a little deeper into his seat when Mrs. Dudley's accusatory stare landed squarely on him, the clear and undeniable implication in her eyes that he'd been one of the boys that had fantasized about her, not to mention having stole a few glances down her blouse when standing at her desk. He was guilty of everything his teacher's eyes accused him of, and much more. He masturbated himself to sleep plenty of nights since the school year started picturing Mrs. Dudley's cheeks puffing out as she rolled his manhood like a huge sucker around her mouth. Now that same cock was bulging out the crotch of his jeans as he tried pressing his knees together. Rubbing his fingers even faster across his forearm, as if stroking his dick by proxy, Steven avoided at all costs maintaining eye contact with his teacher, for fear that she could read every one of his perverse thoughts. Thankfully there were plenty of other areas of her naked body he could divert his gaze. Between Mrs. Dudley's lovely, lipstick shined mouth, her jiggling breasts, her well-toned belly, even the pink blooming lips of her dripping wet and clean shaven pussy, there were enough options for Steven not to have to make eye contact with her. Inhaling, the 18 year old boy felt his nostrils quiver as his teacher's feminine scent filled the air and he felt the butterflies fluttering in his stomach stir even faster when he snuck a peek to his left and saw that one of the girls sitting beside him had snuck her own hand quietly under her desk and into her lap. Then Steven heard Mrs. Dudley pop open the dual snaps of the briefcase sitting on her desk once again. _____________________________________ The students' graded essays weren't the only things Kim had stashed inside her leather briefcase. The smoothness of the faux wood surface of her desk cool and slippery against the cheeks of her bare ass, Kim turned to her left and clicked open her organizer. Everyone in the room had settled in closer until most of the students were within 10-12 feet of their naked teacher, giving Kim the distinct feeling of being a queen bee surrounded by a willing and attentive hive. With the limited number of things packed up back at the house that she and her Husband had planned to take with them to start their new life, Kim couldn't stand the idea of leaving some of her personal effects behind. When she'd made the conscious decision to actually go through with that long time fantasy of hers that last morning in class, Kim couldn't resist the idea of bringing several of those effects along with her to school. And when she produced the vibrator she'd carried to school from the leather tote, a stirring whisper spread like wildfire through the students gathered around her. Kim could hear hushed, random voices marveling at what they saw. A swell of "Is that ..what I think...yeah..Oh my God," drifted up to Kim but she made no attempt to look up and match voices with a face. Instead, Kim turned her eyes towards her trusty, battery powered friend before dropping it down towards the dripping fissure of her cunt. The wetness between her legs growing by the second, Kim tucked the device between her tanned and athletic thighs, then switched it on. The shiny, midnight blue tinted toy immediately buzzed to life, its humming drone sounding positively strange bouncing off the walls of her classroom. Kim's toes curled inside her pumps and the muscles in her calves flexed and fired the instant she placed the pulsing head of the vibrator against the entrance to her wet and pulpy sex. Rotating the six inch toy in her right hand, Kim rolled her wrist in slow, sensuous circles, as if painting the expanse of her vulva before narrowing its focus down to just the throbbing nud of her clitoris. Her breath becoming shallower and shallower as she balanced herself on the edge of her desk, everyone in the room looked on with hypnotic fascination as their teacher's breasts rose and fell each time she brushed the toy phallus harder against her crotch. Many of the students even held their breath, trying their best to hear the sound of Kim's toy as it hummed through the glistening folds of her vagina. Kim would have loved nothing more than to sit there and slowly manipulate herself to a volcanic release, making sustained eye contact with each one of her gawking 18 and 19 year old students, but she knew she only had 25 minutes of quality time left before the end of class. Instead, Kim decided to work herself towards a quick and effortless initial release. Opening her eyes slightly and raising her head, Kim could barely make out anything through the acid-etched haze of her gaze. About the only thing she was able to visually latch on to was the face of one of the girls in front row, a non-descript, plain-Jane looking brunette girl named Anna Schwegert. ____________________________________ Anna had been shocked as anyone when Mrs. Dudley began disrobing in front of the class. Like her fellow students, she'd was too mortified to say anything, and by the time her teacher was almost naked, the paralysis of the herd mentality had taken over and she simply sat there, silently watching along with everyone else. Anna couldn't deny the fact that she was somewhat interested in seeing Mrs. Dudley naked. Not exactly a confirmed lesbian, despite the whispers of many of her peers behind her back, she wouldn't have called herself completely heterosexual either. Like many boys and girls her age, Anna was in the midst of trying to figure out the sordid mess of her burgeoning sexual identity. To say she hadn't masturbated herself to sleep fantasizing about her pretty civics teacher would have been a lie, like most of the boys in the room, and a surprising number of the other girls, that private act had occurred more times than Anna could count. It wasn't until Kim pulled the shiny blue vibrator from her briefcase and tucked it between her legs that Anna realized everything she was watching was real. Her pulse instantly began to quicken and her behind unconsciously started to shimmy in her seat. The teacher's toy looked very similar to one that Anna and one of her female friends had played with a few months earlier while the two girls had been alone in the other girl's bedroom one Saturday afternoon. Like thousands of girls around the world doing the same thing every year, the encounter had been nothing more than an innocent experiment in self discovery for the two girls. Now however, Anna sat in her first period classroom, with 21 of her peers, all watching as their pretty, 30 year old teacher did the exact same thing. Her eyes squinted forward, Anna's senses all became vividly acute. Seated only six feet away from her teacher's desk, Anna could clearly make out every detail of Mrs. Dudley's glowing pink pussy as the vibrator scoured and darted noisily through it, the flared and moistened folds sloshing and gripping the buzzing device as it's owner rubbed it harder and harder against her crotch. By then, the teacher's primal scent had filtered heavily through the room and as Anna focused on Mrs. Dudley's increasingly disjointed face, she could see the older woman's eyelids begin to flutter. All of it combined to strike such a lurid chord inside Anna that she felt saliva starting to pool in her mouth, suddenly aching to touch and taste the naked woman masturbating in front of her. Tapping her feet anxiously on the floor beneath her desk, the soles of Anna's shoes provided an eerie drumbeat as Kim Dudley drove herself to orgasm in front of the whole class. _____________________________________ Her feet spread a little more than shoulder width's apart on the floor, Kim dug the tips of her high heels into the tiles below as she teetered and grinded on top of the desk. Gouging the shaft of the vibrating phallus in and out of her cunt with her now soaked right hand, Kim squeezed the fingers of her left around the edge of the desk and held on tight. Every drop of her blood sizzling as it raced through her veins, Kim did her best to keep her eyes trained forward, but the only thing she could clearly make out was Anna sitting directly in front of her. Locking gazes with the 18 year old girl, Kim could see the lustful want in her student's big brown eyes. "I want to touch you," the intent was clear to Kim in Anna's glazed stare and the teacher felt her vagina pulse and flare around the penetrating phallus as she watched Anna's fat nipples protrude the front of her shirt. It wasn't long until Kim found herself synchronizing the pace of her manual thrusts to the rhythm Anna kept with her feet tapping under her desk. "You want to see me cum don't you?" Kim's eyes fired back to Anna's until the older woman could see red blotches of anxious lust spreading across the pale flesh of the young girl's cheeks and neck. The surface of her desk now slick with her vaginal juices, Kim slid side to side as she frigged herself for several minutes, mentally undressing and fucking the teenage girl she was fixated on in front of her. Finally drilling the head of the vibrator hard against her inflamed clit, Kim drove herself to a harrowing orgasm. The floor feeling as if it was tumbling away beneath her, Kim's mouth opened into a large oval and every muscle fiber in her body strained and tensed. Normally a rabid screamer in bed, Kim finally had to bit down on her tongue and lower lip to keep from squealing at the top of her lungs knowing there were classes being taught on each side of her. Instead of allowing all that chaotic energy to escape her body however, the aftershocks of her release continually ricocheted through her system, like waves being churned up inside a bathtub, until she felt her knees give way and she crumbled into a crouched position with her back flush against the wooden front of her large desk. The buzzing vibrator still tucked tightly between her thighs, when Kim was finally able to stop her downward descent and slowly began raising back up to face her wide eyed students, Kim could feel the warm traces of her joyful tears streaming down each of her cheeks. ________________________________ Steven Holcomb didn't know how long he'd gone without breathing, but when he finally did inhale the fresh oxygen hit his system like a bucket full of ice cold water. He'd been so entranced by what his teacher was doing in front of the room, most of his bodily functions had been put on hold. Like most of the boys in the room, sometime during Mrs. Dudley's illicit act, he'd allowed one of his hands to slip under his desk to massage the inflated slab of his young manhood. Even though he kept from staring too hard at the other students around him, Steven sensed several of the other boys had came in their pants watching Mrs. Dudley fuck herself. For what it mattered, Steven smiled a little private internal smile, proud of himself for not shooting his wad so quickly. Stealing a peek up to the clock on the wall, Steven saw there was still a good 20 minutes left before the end of class, and when he looked back at Mrs. Dudley crouched and gasping for air herself in front of her desk, Steven could see the fires of lust still burning in her smoky, aqua blue eyes. When she started to rise up from her kneeling position, Steven felt his painful erection press even harder against his the inside of his pants seeing the way the muscles in his teacher's trim, stocking clad legs fired indiscriminately as aftershock after orgasmic aftershock continued to trip through her wires. Then Steven felt his heart swoon watching her pull the vibrator free from her swollen cunt, several droplets of vaginal castoff flying through the air in the process as Mrs. Dudley raised the very sticky and shiny blue toy and sat it down on the desk beside her. Then Steven's already swooning heart nearly stopped when he watched his teacher reach back inside her briefcase for a few seconds before pulling something else out... Part 2 to come Her Last Day of School Ch. 02 Kim Dudley could feel her tears beginning to dry on her cheeks as wave after wave of euphoria from her initial orgasm continued to sweep through her body. Between the tears and the beads of sweat that had formed on her brow, Kim was pretty sure the make-up she'd dutifully applied that morning before school was probably ruined. Feeling every eye in the room centered on her naked body as she caught her breath sitting on her desk, Kim could hear the students' collective sigh when she leaned to her left and pulled a purple, double-headed dildo from her briefcase. The texture of the bumps and ridges that lined the footlong phallus felt like love against Kim's fingers from all the joy it had brought her since she bought it years earlier. Lowering the imposing toy between her legs, making sure all the students could see exactly what she was doing, Kim glided the smooth skin of the dildo up and down the insides of each of her thighs as she tugged at her tingling breasts with her free hand, in effect priming the pump of her internal lust until she was ready for round two. Once the students realized their teacher's impromptu show wasn't quite over, most of them settled back in their seats and waited for Kim to continue. Sneaking a peek up to the clock on the wall, Kim knew time was of the essence. The frothy cauldron of her vagina once again aching to be penetrated, Kim reached down with her free hand and used her fingers to pry apart the buzzing folds of her labia before aiming the head of the dildo directly towards its musky and glistening target. She'd just endured a very nice clitoral orgasm, but as she pushed her ample toy inside her, Kim longed to have the bone jarring release that came with her g-spot orgasms, right there for the whole class to see. And the dildo she was now using had accomplished that very task an alarming amount of times for Kim over the years. Settled somewhat as the shockwaves of her first orgasm gradually subsided, Kim felt as if the release had somehow cleared her head a little. Now she could look out around the room and see all the students' faces, not to mention hearing some of the muffled whispers, from the boys especially, as they looked on. The endorphins of that initial release wearing off slightly, Kim could feel the muscles in her legs howling as she leaned back against her desk, and her right arm twinged from the awkward angles she was using it to fuck herself with. Right then, Kim mentally patted herself on the back for making the 3 or 4 weekly endurance building trips to the gym, even on days when she didn't really feel like it. Able now to sit back and study the class as she patiently churned the dildo in and out of her cunt, Kim made sustained eye contact with every pupil in the room, as if trying to telepathically fuck each of them as she played with herself. The heel tips of her shoes rising off the floor each time she rhythmically drove the shaft of the dildo home, Kim scanned her gaze across the landscape of students several times, taking in the wondrous and hungry gazes of the boys in the group as well as the unsettled, yet in several cases, lustful ones of the girls. Like she had a little earlier however, Kim's attention eventually settled on the brown haired girl named Anna that was sitting directly in front of her. Her juices starting to flow once again, Kim felt every morsel of her body beginning to viscerally react to her own masturbatory assault and she found herself careening a little further backwards on her desk each time the fistlike head of the dildo pressed against the back wall of her cervix. By the 12th or 13th really deep thrust, Kim's ass had drifted so far backwards on top of the desk that she found herself collapsing all the way down, flat on her back, with her nylon clad legs spread out high in the air to each side of her. Almost like a baby kicking in it's crib as she slammed the dildo hard down on her snatch, Kim ravaged herself, sliding side to side on the monthly day planner that covered the work area of her desk. Looking up between her raised and parted thighs, the only thing Kim could see was Anna's plain but attentive face, partially obstructed by her own arm pumping the sex toy in and out of her molten fissure. Kim could see the young girl's brown eyes glaring at the way the dildo made her teacher's shiny pink pussy expand to ungodly proportions, not to mention the river of vaginal drippings that now seeped from Kim's cunt and trickled down the crack of her anus. On and on that private connection between Anna and her teacher went for nearly a minute, the 18 year old girl's eyes glued to the way Mrs. Dudley's body flopped and thrashed across the desk, knocking several pens and knick-knacks down to the floor in the process. Suddenly, out of nowhere, as if ejected up from her prone position on the desk, Kim rose to her feet, the dildo still wedged tightly inside her pussy as she started to walk directly towards Anna's seat. Stepping right up to the edge of the female student's desk, Kim continued to wrench the dildo in and out of her snatch until it was directly in front of the girl's mesmerized face. Looking straight down between the swells of her breasts, Kim could see her own vaginal spittle spraying against Anna's cheek and neck each time she churned the toy in and out of her cunt. Everyone in the class now clustered around her, Kim could feel her core temperature rising with each passing second as she fucked herself right in front of Anna. Reaching down with her free hand, Kim dropped her palm on top of Anna's head and began massaging the girl's hair. Emboldened by the teenage girl not turning away, Kim filled with a sense of invulnerability seeing the way the shy 18 year old seemed to follow her every whim. Testosterone thick in the air each time she tried to inhale, Kim pulled the greasy shaft of the dildo free from her cunt just before brushing the dark purple cylinder across each of Anna's blushing cheeks and chin. The sticky trail of arousal that soaked the dildo left a shiny swath along each side of Anna's face before Kim finally pushed the head of it right up to the 18 year old girl's lips. "Suck it," Kim prodded her student through clenched teeth. Kim's adrenaline surged when she saw Anna's lips part as she leaned forward in her seat. An instant later, a rapid pulse of electricity raced up and down the teacher's spine when she watched the young girl close her lips around the same head of the dildo Kim had just fucked herself with. The room seemed to decompress as all the other students stared at Anna working Mrs. Dudley's ample toy into her mouth. Continuing to massage the top of Anna's head with her left hand as her knees grew wobbly, Kim held the dildo tight in her right hand as if feeding it to the young girl who was now cautiously trying to lather every inch of the musky scented device with her tongue. Seeing the 18 year old's cheeks puff out each time she sucked in a fresh dose of oxygen through her nose, Kim felt her titties burn with lust as her aroused nipples pointed like two straining arrows straight down to Anna. Taking a small step back before knees gave out, Kim pulled the dildo from Anna's lips and left it dangling there tantalizingly close to the student's face, allowing some of the vaginal residue that heavily coated the toy to glisten on the young girl's lips and chin. "Get up," Kim said softly to Anna but with definite intent. The young girl remained stone faced and still in her seat. Swallowing hard as if to keep from choking on her overflowing lust, Kim raised her voice a little and told Anna once again to stand up. Holding the dildo in her right hand as if it were an unsheathed weapon, Kim glided the fingers of her left through her glowing cunt, never once taking her eyes off the girl seated in front of her. She could feel the rest of the room waiting with baited breath, each student sitting in the cluster around her, watching their teacher and Anna in a silent but overwhelmingly emotional stare-down. "Come on Anna..stand up and come up here," Mrs. Dudley said a third time. Time seemed to screech to a halt a few seconds later when everyone saw Anna's weight shift in her seat. For a brief moment even Kim seemed stunned herself, but she gracefully took two steps back allowing her young pupil room to stand up and ease around the front of her desk. "Now Anna....come up here ...and then get down on your knees," Kim wasted no time in demanding, her left hand still rubbing at her swollen pussy as the the dildo waited in her right. __________________________________ Anna Schwegert couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she went from simply being another face in the crowd of students watching her teacher disrobe then masturbate for the entire class to see, to having the spotlight of the entire situation shining down on top of her. When Mrs. Dudley directed the words, "Get up," towards her the first time however, the shy 18 year old suddenly felt every eye, not to mention every libido, in the room focused squarely on her. Like every other student in the room, Anna had been seduced by Mrs. Dudley's actions and by the time she was naked and masturbating on the top of her desk, Anna had found herself struggling to keep her thighs pressed together to contain the arousal that was brimming inside her. Stealing an occasional glance to her left and right, Anna saw several of the boys around her with their hands down in their lap, obviously groping themselves as they watched their teacher writhe in pleasure in front of them. Anna found herself fighting the urge to do the exact same thing. By the time Mrs. Dudley had came for the first time then pulled the dildo from her case, Anna might as well have been snakebit. She simply couldn't move, much less tear her eyes away from her naked teacher. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion for Anna as Mrs. Dudley walked towards her. Almost descending into a tunnel-like state watching the 30 year old teacher stand before her with the dildo in her hand, the blood was rushing so briskly through Anna's ears, every noise she heard, including Mrs. Dudley's voice was muffled terribly. In fact, she never actually heard her teacher tell her to open her mouth and suck on the same dildo she'd just fucked herself with, but her lips parted on pure want and instinct and the next thing Anna knew, all that delicious moisture that coated the toy was now washing down her throat as she struggled to accept the girth of it all the way into her mouth. When Mrs. Dudley pulled the dildo free from her lips, Anna's palate quivered from the loss but her eyes never left the purple cylinder dangling in her teacher's hand. And when she saw Mrs. Dudley take a few steps back and nod her head for Anna to join her in the center of the room, even with the other 21 pairs of eyes there to document her every move, Anna's rational strength to resist was completely gone. Almost the same height as her teacher, perhaps even an inch or so taller, Anna still felt overwhelmed by Mrs. Dudley's naked presence. Dressed in her normal attire of faded jeans and a loose fitting shirt, with her long brown hair tied in a pony-tail behind her, Anna trembled noticeably as she approached her teacher. Yet Anna continued on, seemingly drawn to the warmth in Kim Dudley's eyes and the stirring heat inside her own loins. Her back turned towards the rest of the students in the room, Anna quickly lost herself in the private little world her teacher had created in front of her desk. Staring at Anna as a shepherd would watching one of the her lost flock return, a lurid and heartfelt smile spread across Kim's face as she watched her student approach. The used dildo still secure in her right hand, Kim pointed the head of the thick purple shaft towards her feet in a subtle but clear gesture for the 18 year old girl to kneel down on the floor in front of her. A second after she did, Kim stole a quick glance up to the throng of students looking on and could see yet another wave of wonder sweep through their eyes. Quickly returning her gaze back to Anna, Kim's pussy quivered watching the girl drop down first to her right knee, then both, at her feet. It wasn't until her knees were flush on the floor, nudged right up against the toes of each of Mrs. Dudley's black high heels that Anna felt a soothing cocoon of calm envelope her. It was as if for the first time in her young life she'd found a calling, a place where she belonged. Her hands resting in her lap as she knelt between Kim's stocking clad legs, Anna had to crink her neck to look up at the naked woman's body. Anna's insides fizzed each time her gaze swept a little further up Mrs. Dudley's seemingly flawless frame and she felt her nipples harden and nostrils flare when she inhaled the aroma of her teacher's vagina mere inches from her face. Looking all the way up to Mrs. Dudley's head, Anna felt as if she was kneeling before a goddess when she saw the way the classroom's tubular lighting cast Mrs. Dudley's smiling face and shiny blonde hair in an aura of white light. Anna felt every muscle in her body initially tense then fill with a visceral inner peace when Kim laid her left hand down on top of her head before rubbing her fingertips gently down over her ear and cheek. An instant later Anna felt the dildo that was hanging in her teacher's right hand brush across her left cheek. This time Mrs. Dudley didn't have to say a word. Anna instantly opened her mouth, tilted her head a little to the side and corraled the used end of the shaft between her lips and resumed sucking her teacher's juices from it. Kim could feel Anna's breath cascading across her bare genitals each time the kneeling girl exhaled. She could also feel the energy of Anna's mouth sizzling up her right arm as she held the dildo there for the young girl to nurse from. Kim even found herself swiveling her pelvis side to side in short, choppy circles, much the same way any random guy would with a school girl on her knees giving him head. Kim even sighed out loud when she felt Anna wrap her hands around the back of her thighs, trying desperately to stabilize herself as she lathered her tongue all over her teacher's favorite toy. Balancing herself on her high heels as she stared down at the 18 year old girl at her feet, Kim felt her pussy burn and quiver, aching to be filled again. Looking at the clean, unused half of the double headed dildo resting in the palm of her right hand, a devilishly perverted idea illuminated inside the teacher's spinning head. Taking a half step back, but staying close enough to keep Anna's hands wrapped around the back of her lower thighs, Kim positioned the free head of the dildo against the entrance of her cunt and allowed the girl's pistoning mouth to push the phallus forward. Her eyes closed, Anna didn't have a clue what Mrs. Dudley was doing until she felt the teacher's hold on the dildo loosen just before the free end of it crashed into something soft and moist. A millisecond later Anna felt Kim's warm vaginal juices spray out across her face after she'd unwittingly forced the dildo's second head inside the older woman. Like a boxer who walked into an unexpected punch, Kim found herself startled by the impact of Anna's mouth forcing the opposite end of the dildo into her throbbing sex. Kim even had to dig the fingers of her left hand into her student's long brown hair to help keep her balance as she felt the bumpy shaft of the phallus penetrate her. Her head rocking backwards on her neck, the fluorescent lights above turned everything into a radiant blur as Kim's vaginal muscles fired around the invading appendage. Her balance eroding quickly, Kim reached around her back with her right hand and tried grabbing the edge of her desk to hold herself up as every boy and girl in the room melted with lust, watching from their seats. Looking down at Anna with a new found appreciation once she was able to steady herself, Kim watched the girl's nostrils flare wildly as Anna plunged the dildo in and out of her cunt with her mouth. __________________________________ For 18 year old Steven Holcomb, to look up and see one of his fellow students on her knees with a huge purple dildo stuffed in her mouth at the same time she was ramming the other end of it forward into his naked social studies teacher's pussy was nearly too much for his young mind to process. Steven's dick pressed now like a raging spear between his legs and it took everything he had to keep from putting his hands under the desk to quell the angst in his pants. When he did steal a peek to his left and right to gauge the reactions on the 21 other faces in the room, Steven could see the smoky look of release in several of the other students' eyes, clear evidence that their willpower hadn't been so strong. He was also sure he could smell the faint whiff of male jism in the air and knew there had to be a few wet spots in the pants of some of the students surrounding him. His jeans had thankfully stayed dry, but Steven didn't know how long that would last given the nature of what he was witnessing. He could hear another suppressed male groan of release filter through the room, but Steven didn't turn to see who it was. Instead, he kept his eyes trained forward, committing every detail of the carnal lesbian coupling to memory. When Mrs. Dudley had been undressing and then masturbating all by herself with the vibrator, as arousing and graphic as it was, there was still a clinical, almost step by step feel of a long time plan finally being executed. Despite his youth, Steven could now smell the loss of control radiating from his teacher's body as she writhed and grinded in front of the room, her knees spread wide as she allowed the 18 year old girl with the dildo in her mouth to orally penetrate her. And as Steven tried to absorb it all, his right hand unconsciously slid down into his lap. Of all the girls in school, Anna Schwegert had been way down on Steven's list of girls he fantasized about having sex with. Like most of his fellow students, he'd bought into the notion that she was either gay or just one of those free love hippy chicks that swung whichever way the wind blew. To see Anna kneeling there on the floor between Mrs. Dudley's legs, her cheeks puffing out as she drilled the dildo forward, was an epiphany of sorts for Steven as he guiltily started to rub the erection inside his pants. A few moments later, the sound of Mrs. Dudley's frazzled voice snapped Steven out of his lust induced, hypnotic state. Following the course of his teacher's gaze across to the room, Steven tried to figure out who she was calling out to. Once again she spoke up, her voice jumping noticably each time Anna relentlessly plowed the shaft of the dildo into her cunt. Finally Steven figured out who Mrs. Dudley was addressing, and to his dismay but not surprise, he saw his teacher's eyes lock with Matt Troutman's, another one of the boys in the class. Mrs. Dudley's choice to call Anna up to the front of the class for the chore she was now performing had been a complete shock, there were certainly prettier and much sexier girls for her to choose from. Matt being called up there wasn't as much of a shock. The ruggedly handsome football and baseball star seemed to always have an aura of good fortune following him around every since Steven first met him all the way back in kindergarten. There always seem to be a couple of boys in every age group that outgrow their peers, socially and otherwise, and those 12 and a half years since had done nothing but further cast most of the other boys in Steven's class in Matt's hefty shadow. Steven always held out hope that in 20 years maybe he could make a triumphant return to a class reunion as a successful business man only to discover that Matt had become a balding and burnt out ex-jock, but that was still two decades down the road. At that moment, Steven wallowed in a stew of jealousy and envy watching his naked teacher call out to Matt in her desperate time of need. Her Last Day of School Ch. 02 And desperation was about the only word Steven could think of to describe Mrs. Dudley's flaring eyes and heaving body. Looking up quickly at the clock on the wall, Steven could see there were less than 15 minutes now left in class and he envisioned what it would look like if all this was still going on in the room when the bell rang and the students headed to room 205 for their next class encountered a locked door. From the hurried sound of Mrs. Dudely's voice as she called Matt Troutman up to the front of the room, Steven divined that his teacher had envisioned that scenario as well, which only added to her desperation. Despite his deep seeded and long standing envy of Matt, seeing Mrs. Dudley funnel her lust filled want in his direction only caused the straining log of Steven's erection to throb even harder as he rubbed it under the desk. And Steven sensed correctly it wasn't just Matt Troutman's good looks and athletic prowess that had driven Mrs. Dudley, like a bitch in heat, to call the young man up to join her. ______________________________________ Rumors spread quickly through any school, even quicker if there's a ring of truth to them, and Kim Dudley's ears hadn't been immune over the past few years to the whispers about Matt from the students and some of the more gossipy faculty. By the time he was a senior and in her class, Mrs. Dudley often found it difficult when she was at her desk or walking around the room to sustain eye contact with Matt for fear that he may catch her staring and see the look of wanton curiosity in her eyes. It was clear from the abundance of women that always seemed to flock to Matt that he would never had a problem finding a willing partner. But it wasn't just his good looks, physical stature and "Big Man on Campus" status that seemed to make all the young girls swoon. If the rumors that had floated around since Matt's arrival at the school proved to be true, it was him being known as the "Big Man on Campus" in another department that had left Kim Dudley's mouth watering and mind wandering since he'd enrolled in her social studies class back in the Fall. Kim Dudley was on the verge of discovering what Steven Holcomb, as well as most of the other boys in the class already knew from sharing a gym class with Matt for all those years. He was hung like a horse. Many of the boys simply didn't talk openly about that fact even though they all had stolen a quick glance or two over the years. Many had used humor to compensate for their feelings of inadequacy by coming up with names for Matt Troutman's penis, such as 'trouser trout" which was an obvious play on his last name. The girls Matt fucked had names for his penis too and his ability to use it, but none of those names were laced with all that much humor, only dead serious, carnal reverence. For obvious reasons most of the boys in school kept both eyes on their girlfriends anytime Matt was near. But to see their teacher, a grown woman in her 30's standing in the front of the class, desperate to see Matt's endowment for herself caused a complicated rush of raw emotions to swell inside the young boys in the room. A severe blush along with a layer of sweat was now covering Mrs. Dudley's face and chest as she stood there above Anna, who continued to plow the dildo in and out of her teacher's cunt with her mouth, totally oblivious to the visual interplay between Mrs. Dudley and Matt approaching from behind. "Stand up here," Kim's gravelly voice echoed, no pretense whatsoever in it as the urgency of her lust burned in her eyes. Staring unabashedly at the young man's crotch as he neared, Kim gripped the edge of the desk behind her with her left and reached up to squeeze her heaving breasts with her right, the whole time absorbing the glorious rush of Anna continuing to plunge the dildo inside her. "Step right over top of her," Kim told Matt in a husky groan, nodding her head downwards to show him where to straddle his legs above the kneeling girl. "Now...Take it out," Kim told Matt through gritted teeth, the meaning of the word 'it' clear from the way Mrs. Dudley's eyes were locked on his groin. _________________________________ Despite the air of calm cocksureness he normally walked through life with, even Matt was startled by how his first period class that morning had played out. Like everyone else in the room, he'd initially been too stunned to speak when Mrs. Dudley began undressing and all the movement he could really manage was an occasional 'reality check' glance over to a couple of his buddies in the room to see if they were watching the same thing he was. There had been plenty of times during the year that he'd fantasized about fucking Mrs. Dudley, in some pretty bizarre and hard core ways, in fact. Even for someone as socially active and sexually gifted as Matt however, the pretty school teacher fantasy seemed completely out of the question. While there had been a couple of the mothers of the girls he'd fooled around with, along with an older woman he'd bedded while at the beach on vacation last summer to add as notches on his bedpost, never once did Matt think he'd ever be able to have relations with a woman in authority like Mrs. Dudley. The closer he got to Anna kneeling on the floor, using her mouth to blindly plow the teacher's dildo in and out of Mrs. Dudley's cunt, Matt's eyes nearly watered as the scent and visual overload of what he was witnessing permeated his senses. He could also see Mrs. Dudley's beautiful, full and rounded breasts bouncing across her chest each time Anna connected with another forward thrust and without a hint of hesitation, Matt reached up and squeezed the married teacher's ragging nipples between his strong fingers. "AAHHH," Mrs. Dudley immediately winced, her naked hips grinding against the edge of her desk as every muscle and tendon in her lean body reacted to Matt Troutman's touch. Even though he was young, Matt had seen that look of want plenty in a woman's eyes and he could smell the desperation coming out of Mrs. Dudley's pores, not only for her own selfish sexual release but to do it before the class bell rang. Feeling his cock throb like a living animal inside his jeans, Matt reached down without looking and lowered his pants, the whole time keeping his gaze glued on his teacher's anxious face. Matt brimmed with pride when he saw the way Mrs. Dudley's eyes widened then sparkled with intent when she saw his manhood swing free. The 18 year old stud had grown accustomed to that reaction when he dropped his trousers the first time for a lady, but he took special joy the few times it had been with a full grown woman. The primal pull of nature too strong to ignore, Matt knew he couldn't just stand there and absord the gloriously rich feel of Mrs. Dudley's eyes staring a hole in his crotch. Taking another step forward until he was towering over the much shorter teacher, as well as Anna kneeling there on the floor between Mrs. Dudley's legs, Matt reached down and attempted to stab his fingers into his teacher's gooey and burning snatch. "..No...please...No..I want..I can't...," Mrs. Dudley weakly managed between swallows. By then, Anna had sensed something was playing out around her but she continued to kneel there quietly, the dildo still wedged in her drooling mouth as Matt closed in behind her. "Please...I promised myself ....I wouldn't let myself..," Mrs. Dudley continued to babble, her vaginal muscles still squeezing rhythmically around the phallus Anna had pushed inside her as she struggled to find the her voice. "...Please ...Matt," she added a third time, her shaky words showing just how much she really wanted to fuck the young stud standing in front of her. The 30 year old teacher's torso now corkscrewing with pressing need, Kim reached down and wrapped her right hand around the shaft of the dildo, just in front of Anna's gorged lips and wrenched the fake cock in and out of her cunt several times as she stared wantonly at Matt. Mrs. Dudley's desperation hung in the air as the minutes left in class ticked away. Finally, she arrived at a compromise. "Pull Anna's pants down and fuck her," Mrs Dudley croaked to Matt, the implication of her words sending a shudder through the room. "Just fuck her while she's there on her knees and look at me the whole time you do it," she looked right into his eyes and begged. With no consultation to the girl on her knees, Kim instinctively assumed that if Anna was willingly on the floor, using the dildo to fuck her teacher with her mouth, that Anna wouldn't have a problem allowing the biggest stud in school to have a crack at her. "Just pull her pants down Matt and slam her from behind," Mrs. Dudley said bluntly, rubbing her breasts hard as she visually traced the dimensions of the teenager's cock with her glistening blue eyes. Pulling his own pants down to his knees, Matt heard the gasps of many of the female students drift through the room, all of them having heard about his exploits over the years but now actually seeing for themselves. Most of the boys just rolled their eyes, having become all too familiar with it from their time with Matt in the locker room growing up. With the nonchalance that comes with undressing dozens of women, Matt reached around the front of Anna's waist, unsnapped her jeans, then pulled them, along with her pink panties all the way down her thighs in one clean jerk. All the students assembled in the classroom either leaned forward or shifted to the side in their seats, trying to get a good look as Anna's pale and chunky white ass came into view. Positioning himself directly behind the kneeling girl, Matt reached under Anna's waist with his left hand and snaked his fingers between the swollen folds of her soaked and hairy vagina. Using his right to expertly aim the shaft of his prodigious cock forward, Matt rammed it straight between her thighs until it sank a third of the way inside the teenage girl. "AAAAAWWWWW," Anna instantly yelped, spitting out the end of the dildo clamped in her mouth when she felt Matt impale her pussy. Wrapping her hands around each of Mrs. Dudley's stocking clad ankles to keep from toppling face first into the teacher's desk, Anna pressed the side of her face against Mrs. Dudley's inner thighs as Matt rammed his manhood deeper into her unprepared womb. Under most circumstances, Matt and Anna's paths would have never crossed, in the biblical sense. Anna certainly wasn't Matt's type and he'd just assumed like most everyone else she was a lesbian-in-waiting. Jocks like Matt truly didn't do all that much for an artistic, free spirit like Anna either, but it didn't matter at that moment who, or what, was ravaging her from behind; the most popular boy at school, a girl with a strap on or any animal, vegetable or mineral God had put on this Green Earth. A cock as substantial as Matt's, used at the pace he was thrusting it at inside her cunt, would have brought spasms of harrowing joy to any woman's spine. With each driving thrust he made into Anna's behind, Matt observed every subtle detail of Mrs. Dudley's reaction and saw clearly how her body winced each time he lurched forward, using Anna as a crude sexual surrogate for his true desires. Using her right hand to masturbate herself with the dildo as she watched Matt plow into Anna, Kim sat backwards on the desk until she'd created the perfect angle to twist the head of the sex toy against her G-spot as she imagined it was Matt who was fucking her. Deep down, Kim felt for Anna, sensing the young girl's limited sexual experience, especially with boys, and now to be subjected to having a cock the size of Matt's fucking her with such ruthless abandon must have been quite a shock to Anna's system. And to no one's surprise, Anna didn't weather Matt's blinding assault for long. Within a minute of having him enter her, Anna came, her vaginal muscles screaming and squeezing at the virile coil of rock solid flesh that was drilling inside her. Despite Anna's release, Matt never relented, continuing to pump his dick in and out of the teenage girl's cunt as he stared deep into Mrs. Dudley's hungry eyes, watching closely as his teacher neared orgasm herself. When he finally did slow down and remove his cock from Anna's battered snatch, everyone in the room could see Anna's vaginal secretions bubble and cling to his veiny girth with the same consistency of a well churned vanilla milkshake. For his part, Matt was able to hold his flood of cum back. Rubbing his balls and toying with his greasy cock, he watched as Anna collapsed forward against Mrs. Dudley's legs in exhaustion. Continuing to stare at his teacher's hand working the purple dildo in and out of her perfectly pink, and massively stretched cunt, Matt along with everyone else in the room could tell from Mrs. Dudley's increasingly raw groans and slouching posture that she was on the verge of release. Matt's cock rising like a proud granite arrow from his groin, lathered in Anna's vaginal spew, the teenage boy reached down and pumped the shaft several times as he watched his teacher try to push herself over the edge. Almost measuring the older woman's increasingly rapid breaths in his head, Matt reached out with his left hand just before Mrs. Dudley was about to cum and grabbed her hard by the same hand she was fucking herself with. Kim's eyes immediately flared and her body, desperate for release, tensed when she felt Matt's strong grip clamp down on her right wrist, preventing her from the final few thrusts that would have set her off. Looking into his calm, almost emotionless eyes, Mrs. Dudley knew exactly what Matt was doing and she was powerless to stop him. Deep down its what she wanted as well. Despite all the choreographed plans she'd made the night before about how this morning would play out, part of her knew it would come to this and there was no way now Kim was going to stop Matt from taking what he wanted.... Part 3 to come Her Last Day of School Ch. 03 The energy transfer between the flesh of Kim Dudley's wrist and Matt's right hand was nearly atomic as the 18 year old student surveyed his teacher's naked body. His cock soaked in Anna's vaginal juices, it jutted angrily out from his crotch, its head pointing like a balled up fist straight at Mrs. Dudley's gleaming cunt. Kneading his fingertips into the soft and clammy flesh of his teacher's lower arm, Matt could look down and see the older woman's feet quiver as they dangled over the edge of the desk, her entire body seeming to wither under the strength of his virile stare. With Anna still crouched by his feet, Matt stepped around the girl he'd just fucked and took his place directly between Mrs. Dudley's parted thighs as she sat anxiously on her desk. Like a starving animal that had stumbled upon another man's feast, Matt paid little heed to the fact that this woman he was about to fuck was his teacher, his happily married teacher. And the fact that the whole class was seated behind him preparing to witness the act only added to the indecency of the act he was about to commit. Releasing his grip from Mrs. Dudley's right hand, Matt quickly reached down and grabbed each of his teacher's knees, spreading them all the way apart as his fully erect and imposing cock extended straight out towards the pink and shiny orchid of Kim's vaginal bloom. With one rousing lurch forward, Matt pushed the upper third of his thick manhood into the married woman's soupy womb. A lurid, hawkish grin illuminated across Matt's face when he felt the way Mrs. Dudley's body jerked the instant he penetrated her. He was use to that reaction with the young schoolgirls he fucked, but to see and feel his pretty teacher's body twist and shudder on top of her desk when he entered her did nothing but fill the 18 year old boy with an obscene amount of searing confidence. As much as Matt might have wanted to tease the teacher with a touch of foreplay and sensual build-up, he sensed under the circumstances his sole purpose was to simply fuck her brains out right there on the desk. Whatever it was that was causing Mrs. Dudley to quit her job and go out in such a perverse manner wasn't any of his concern, at that moment all she needed from him was the pulsing slab of manhood he'd rammed deep inside her. With everyone else in the room holding their breath as they stared on, there were only two real sounds in the classroom; the moist and hallow echo of Matt and Mrs. Dudley's crotches crashing together and the four legs of the teacher's heavy desk screeching a little across the floor each time the young stud plowed forward. Cinching each of his hands into the meat of Kim's thighs, Matt pushed her legs all the way apart as he ruthlessly pounded his weight down on top of her. Matt also found himself marveling at the older woman's ability to conform her vaginal sheath to the daunting task of accommodating his above average girth. The neurons inside his brain fired like popcorn kernels in broiling oil when he felt his teacher start squeezing him back with her well trained vaginal muscles. So many of the girls he'd fucked, not to mention quite a few of the more mature women he'd been with, had done all they could do to simply manage having him inside them. To actually have a woman fucking him back with the same ferociousness he was fucking her with was uncharted territory for Matt, and the overdue release boiling in his sagging balls started a rolling, lava-like boil to the surface. Leaning down on top of his teacher's chest as he stabbed his cock ever deeper, Matt could feel the swell of Mrs. Dudley's breasts bouncing against his upper torso each time his dick smacked hard into the bull's-eye of her cervical wall. The only thing the students clustered in the center of the room could see was Matt's muscular asscheeks flexing as he rammed his groin forward between the teacher's legs, her socking clad feet becoming two black blurs bouncing through the air as she writhed on the desk beneath him. The other students could also hear the visceral report of Matt's cock drilling loudly into Mrs. Dudley's moistened snatch and by then what boys hadn't already jacked off had their cocks in their hands, doing just that. Even a few of the ones who'd already blown their loads, through the blessed recuperative powers of teenage hormones, found enough mojo to squeeze off a second nut during the class. If Matt had turned around at that moment, he would have also seen more than half of the girls in the room had allowed their hands to drift inconspicuously under their desk and between their thighs as well. ____________________________________ There wasn't anything preventing Anna from standing up and returning to her seat, but instead, she continued to kneel there in front of the desk with her pants pulled down to her knees, her face mere inches from Matt and Mrs. Dudley's genitals crashing together. Still coming to terms with her own burgeoning sexuality, the raw combined scent of masculine and feminine sex that permeated Anna's senses was so intoxicating to the bi-sexual young woman, she found herself yearning to crawl directly between the carnal pairing. Reaching behind Matt with left hand, Anna cupped his swinging balls softly between her fingers and could instantly feel the rage building inside them. With her right hand, Anna extended her palm upwards and caressed it around Mrs. Dudley's warm left breast, massaging the soft, jiggling orb as Matt ruthlessly pounded the teacher on top of the desk. All the complexities of her teenage lust enveloping her, Anna found herself drowning in delirium as she knelt there, openly touching both Matt and Mrs. Dudley as they pushed each other to the very limit. ___________________________________ Tick..Tock..Tick..Tock... Neither Matt or the young teacher were in any condition or position to look up at the clock on the wall, but somewhere in the tatters of their rational mind, each knew the end of class bell would ring shortly, leaving them undressed and conjoined on top of the desk like two animals in blind heat. Intensifying the violence of his thrusts, Matt bled every bit of power out of his 6 foot 3 inch, 220 pound frame until his cock was barreling like an out of control freight train inside Mrs. Dudley's straining womb. He could also feel Anna's fingers kneading his balls softly from behind and his powerful legs began to show just a hint of quiver as he drove his body forward, causing a shriek of inhuman joy to rip from Kim Dudley's throat each time the granite shaft of his manhood hit its mark. Just as men do millions of times a day across the world, Matt Troutman answered that primal call by laying his body down on top of his thrashing teacher's, then extending his hands out and taking both of Mrs. Dudley's into his and pressing them flat down on the desk to each side of her head as his seed began to burst from his loins. "AAARRGGHHHH," the young stud groaned, his chest grinding down on top of Kim's as her legs wrapped like two stocking clad tentacles around his back, forcing his groin all the way down on top of her's. At that point it didn't matter if she was married or not, his teacher or not, or if there was a room full of his fellow students staring on. At that moment Kim Dudley's pussy belonged Matt and his body did what infinite generations of primitive hardwiring told him to do. He fucked her until she cried for mercy and came for him as well. The ferocity of it all was too much for Anna to bear and the young girl found herself slinking backwards on her knees until she was a foot or so away from the desk. Nibbling nervously on several of the fingers she'd placed in her mouth, Anna felt chills racing down her spine for the sound of Matt's loud gravely grunts as she watched his body coil and fire on top of the naked teacher. "GRRAAWWAAHHH...GGRAAWAAHHHHH," Kim could hear and feel the vibrations of Matt's voice rattling in her ears and his cock seemed to become a grappling hook inside her cunt, punching and ripping endlessly against the battered patch of her G-spot. The instant his blistering cum started coating the walls of her screaming vagina, Kim could no longer withstand it and succumb herself to orgasm, one that had been building inside her since the first time she watched Matt walk into her classroom back in August. Grinding her crotch back at Matt with everything she had, Kim was startled by the force and duration of her release. On and on it seemed to go, fueled partially by the young stud's virile prowess, her own wanton desire, and perhaps even the depravity of the moment and location. By the time her needle was finally on empty however, Kim was forced to face the realization that she'd just came harder for Matt than she'd ever done for herself, or even her own Husband for that matter, perhaps even ever. And that caused a brief moment of depressed desperation to sweep through Kim as she felt Matt's chest raise up from her's then his manhood slip like a spent serpent from her womb, knowing she'd never feel him there again. Even though he wasn't a mind reader, or the sharpest knife in the drawer when it came to emotional perceptiveness, Matt could look down and see the way his teacher's eyes basically became pinballs in their sockets when she came that he had made quite a profound effect on her. The adrenaline rush that always seemed to mask his senses right at the moment of sexual release gradually subsided as he withdrew his cock from Ms. Dudley's cunt and it wasn't long before Matt could smell the musky scent of their shared act hanging heavy in the air. Once he'd finally steadied himself upright, Matt took a deep breath as he looked down at the pasty white froth that encased his still twitching penis, the gleaming mess coating it matching perfectly to the swollen pink opening of Kim's vaginal fissure. Feeling something rustling against his right leg, Matt shifted his gaze that way and saw that Anna Schweigert was still kneeling there, her doe-like almond eyes locked on the cum-smeared slab of flesh dangling from his crotch. Reaching down with his left hand, Matt grabbed the base of his cock and swung the rubbery and slick girth towards Anna, smacking her in the side of the cheek with it. Using his right hand to steady the base of her skull, Matt fed the length of his dick between the 18 year old girl's lips and allowed her to cleanse the combined fluids of his and Mrs. Dudley's coital act from it. Looking down at his teacher still laying flat on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried regaining her breath, Matt could see Mrs. Dudley's dizzy eyes trying to focus on the image in front of her of Anna kneeling there nursing the mess from Matt's manhood. It was then the genesis of yet another idea sparked inside Matt's head. Pulling the head of his cock free from Anna's lips the same way an adult would remove a lolli-pop from a greedy child's mouth, Matt used his right hand to twist Anna's face in the direction of Mrs. Dudley laying prone, with her legs extended off the desk. It took a few seconds for everything to develop like an old Polaroid in Anna's mind but when it did, she along with Matt could clearly see the river of milky white semen that, with gravity's help, was now draining out of the teacher's stretched and gaping cunt. Nudging Anna's head forward gently with his right hand as if to say, " there's plenty more right there if you like the taste of it", Matt's dazed eyes lit up when he saw the young girl begin crawling forward on her knees. Once she was close enough, Anna first extended her tongue and ingested the seminal drippings that had found their way down to the shiny canvas of Mrs. Dudley's jet black stockings, swiping her tongue side to side rapidly across the ultra soft silky material until Matt's semen had been replaced with nothing but a trail of her own saliva. Without hesitation, Anna swept her mouth further up her teacher's left inner thigh until her mouth closed around Mrs. Dudley's spasming vulva. A few seconds was all it took for Matt to hear the wet, lapping sounds of Anna's mouth slurping up the evidence of his orgasmic release from the teacher's crotch. He stood there and watched as the young girl's head bobbed side to side, straining to work her mouth over every inch of Mrs. Dudley's saturated sex. Matt could see the way the teacher's shoulders and chest heaved each time Anna grazed her tongue over the still throbbing bud of her clitoris and could feel his balls start to tingle and his cock start to harden once again. Before he could even start to think about doing anything with either woman again however, a moment of benevolence swept through Matt's core. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of one of his fellow students rubbing his crotch under his desk. It was Steven Holcomb. By then, the unmistakable odor of male ejaculate was evident in the room and Matt guessed correctly that most of the boys had shot their wads in their pants at some point during the class. When he saw Steven still trying his best to conceal his masturbatory efforts, Matt had an idea. ____________________________________ For his part, Steven was so focused on the image of Anna's face darting and weaving between Mrs. Dudley's trembling thighs, he had no clue Matt had turned his attention to him until he heard his name called. "Hey Steve," Matt's rough and hurried tone broke the silence in the room. "You still got a hardon....get up and go up to the desk....don't just waste that nut in your pants!" Steven was equally stunned as he was mortified. He and Matt weren't exactly friends, barely even acquaintances even after 12 and a half years of being in school together. And now here he was being singled out. While Steven did feel a twinge of pride that he hadn't cum yet while most every other boy in the class had, he was suddenly confronted with the peril of being in the spotlight. Sensing correctly that time was of the essence, Steven tried edging his body out of the seat but instantly found it difficult because of the embarrassing tent-like bulge in the front of his jeans that he just knew everyone in the room was staring at. His only salvation was being able to keep his focus on Mrs. Dudley laying flat on her back, naked and sprawled out on top of her cluttered desk like some sort of sacrificed sexual goddess, with Anna's face nuzzled hard against her steaming crotch. The first step wasn't easy considering the erection pressing between his legs but thankfully the teacher's desk was only 6 feet in front of him. Once up there, Steven was at a loss over what to do next. Still a virgin, he scoured the depths of his porn driven imagination trying to think of what to do. He'd been up to that same desk dozens of times during the school year to ask Mrs. Dudley a question or pick up a paper and each time, as subtly as possible, tried stealing a peek down her blouse for just a glimpse of the teacher's bosom. Suddenly there she was laying flat on her back below, her breasts completely exposed and swaying beautifully across her chest for everyone, including Steven standing directly above her, to see. And Steven's knees were shaking. A funnel cloud of options swirled through Steven's head, the most appealing of which was to put an end to his virginal status right then and there by taking his place between Mrs. Dudley's legs and fucking her like Matt had done, right there on the desk. There were a couple of factors putting a crimp into that plan however. Anna was still kneeling on the floor nursing the mixture of Matt's cum and Mrs. Dudley vaginal stew from the teacher's pussy as Matt stood above, as if proudly surveying his conquest. Even if Steven had an open lane between Mrs. Dudley's legs, he still worried that he might blow his load before he could even manage to push himself inside the waiting woman. Instead, Steven reached down with his two shaking hands and fumbled to unzip his zipper. His crotch instantly felt some relief from the slight release of pressure but once he was able to slip his fingers into his pants, Steven realized as aroused as he was, fishing his dick out was going to take a little work. Struggling to work the slick and warm, throbbing cylinder of flesh over the elastic band of his underwear and through the unzipped opening of his jeans, when he finally had freed it, Steven took a long deep breath as the sound of his knees rattling against the side of the teacher's desk echoed faintly through the room. Much the same way he found it difficult making eye contact with Mrs. Dudley when she first began undressing at the start of the class, Steven really struggled now to look down at her laying flat on her back below, staring patiently right back up at him with her crystal blue eyes as his modest endowment jutted from the fly of his pants. Taking his cock between his fingers, Steven prayed he wouldn't accidentally shoot his wad straight across Mrs. Dudley's face before he was able to actually do something productive with it. The pulsing log jerking in his hand, Steven did his best not to look out at the assembled audience in the room for fear of being struck with a case of pre-coital stage fright. As long as he kept his eyes glued on his teacher's bare breasts, lean and tanned midriff and the smoothly shaven mound of her cooch, his erection seemed to cooperate. Leaning forward on his tip-toes, Steven watched as Kim's mouth opened with seemingly cosmic timing to give her student a place to put his straining phallus. "Holy Shit..she's really gonna suck my dick..Mrs. Dudley's really gonna suck my dick," Steven repeated in his head, his feet pattering on the floor as he stared down at his cock hovering above the naked woman's parted lips an instant before it disappeared between them. From the moment Steven's dick slid over Mrs. Dudley's tongue he could feel the vessel of energy transfer she'd essentially become. Each time Anna's mouth dipped and scoured through the teacher's quim, Steven could feel the residual reaction in the way the older woman's mouth spasmed and constricted around his embedded manhood. Reaching down cautiously, as if still believing what he was seeing was all a dream, Steven rubbed his right hand through Mrs. Dudley's beautiful blonde hair as it sprawled out across the cluttered mess on top of her desk. Fireworks exploding in his head each time the teacher twisted her tongue around his throbbing shaft, Steven was sure he could see Matt lean down and whisper something into Anna's ear as she knelt in front of the desk, eating Mrs. Dudley out. Boundless energy swept through Steven's body as she stood there absorbing the shameless blowjob his teacher was giving him and by the time she'd nearly deep-throated his entire rock solid girth, the pubes that were sneaking out of his unzipped fly were grazing softly across Mrs. Dudley's cheek. Any attempt to prolong his pleasure would have been fruitless. Steven needed to cum and cum he did, shooting the milky and bubbling froth of his reproductive seed straight down his teacher's churning throat. Of all the places Steven ever thought (and dreaded) he'd temporarily lose control of all his bodily functions was at the front of a high school social studies class, with an entire room full of fellow students staring on. The only saving grace in the entire equation was the fact that his erect virgin cock was now being gobbled up by the same school teacher every male student and faculty member had lusted after for years. Steven's arms and legs twitched involuntarily and his trim, teenage frame shimmied against the edge of the desk as he humped his crotch straight down on Mrs. Dudley's beautiful face. "AAHHHRRGGHHH..AARRHHAAHH," Steven felt his voice rip from his burning lungs but he barely heard it from the violent way his blood was whistling now through his ears. Her Last Day of School Ch. 03 Feeling his teacher nurse the cum from his balls with the same ferocious thirst as a dehydrated woman at a spigot, Steven's knees banged loudly into the metal siding of the desk as she swallowed as much of his seed as she could. Taking a step backwards when he felt himself starting to grow lightheaded, Steven's eyes rolled and he let out a low, whimpering moan when his cock slipped from the vacuum seal of Mrs. Dudley's lips, in the process leaving a messy white layer of his own jism painted across her chin and left cheek. Trying to steady his feet on the floor, Steven momentarily looked like a drunk in a powerful wind storm trying to shove his spent and deflating dick back inside his fly before zipping his pants back up. By the time he was able to accomplish that, Steven tried the best he could to commit the image in front of him to memory. As he processed it in the photoshop of his mind, he was distracted a few seconds later by Anna's head rising from the teacher's steaming crotch. Steven instantly saw the combination of Matt's semen and Mrs. Dudley's vaginal dew covering the plain looking girl's entire face and he instinctively took a few steps back so he could get a good look at what was about to happen next. Watching as Anna rose to her feet, Steven felt his spine tingle seeing the teenage girl take a step forward between the teacher's widely spread thighs just before she collapsed her weight down on top of Mrs. Dudley, who remained flat on her back on top of the desk. Standing directly in front of the locked classroom door, Steven stared straight down as Anna opened her mouth and guided it directly towards the teacher's parting lips. The two women's mouths inched closer together in what seemed like glorious slow motion until the last sliver of cum Anna had scooped from Mrs. Dudley's womb oozed like a warm, white honey out of her mouth and straight onto the teacher's waiting tongue. Their two pairs of lips then pressed together, forming a perfect seal as they shared the snowball of Matt's spent semen. Naked now from the waist down and she laid on top of Mrs. Dudley's prone body, Anna blindly reached down with her right hand and squeezed her fingers hard around Kim's heavy bosom, groping at the fleshy mounds as if sensing she'd never have the opportunity to touch any like them ever again. For a fleeting moment Steven and Matt's gazes met as they stood at polar ends of the two women embraced on the desk, the two young men, with nothing much else in common, each glowing in complete satisfaction as the rest of the class stared on in utter silence. Then the end of class bell, like the shrill and heartless vibration of a siren, signaled the end of class, and the end Kim Dudley's teaching career... THE END Thanks for taking the time to read the series!!