Alberta Graham - The twins and teacher

Half-crazy with desire, Ed began long hard strokes into the dark-haired twenty-three year old's seething vaginal passage. The wetly quivering inner walls clasped hungrily around his hot fleshy shaft, slithering up moistly to devour its rigid length to the hilt. Alice groaned softly in relief at the complete filling of her wide-stretched passage as Ed began a more powerful deep thrusting into her. The drugged young woman's head rolled wildly now and her mouth gaped in abandoned ecstasy as the unbelievable delight of their lust-driven coupling took hold of her.

Then Alice realized that this was it! This was really it! Ed's ever-expanding cock drove deeper and faster into her lust-swollen cuntal passage, hammering away at the tenderness of her softly giving inner flesh, making her neck tighten, and her lips quiver as her first total orgasm with a man since Martin swept undeniably upward from the pit of her belly.

"Ooooooh… darling, darling… ooooooo Martin, Martin… I'mmmmm… cumming… oh yes, do it, do it!" The urgently whispered words were filled with passion as her hands drew Ed's driving buttocks closer in a fervent desire to have as much of him as possible inside her salaciously opening cuntal walls. Alice chanted her former lover's name almost religiously as the seething overflow of her cumming wracked every inch of her climaxing body. Her brain seemed to whirl with the full impact of it, although her legs were still forced into a painfully contorted position. Yet the powerful release that continued its work within the desire-maddened teacher's loins was enough to make her forget everything… everything but pure sensual pleasure!

Above her she felt her co-worker jerk, tense and curse, and then hot jets of his milky semen were pouring into her openly receptive channel. It was a wild, depraved feeling as the powerful spurts filled her almost to the bursting point, while the hotly clasping walls of her flowering pussy accepted… accepted, accepted.

And through the keyhole, young Bennie Larsen could see it all, having just changed places with his brother for the sixth or seventh time since they'd started peeping. For a long moment the couple on the bed was silent and then Mr. Boyse released his grip on Alice Appleton's full white thighs. Their teacher's long legs seemed to collapse limply down onto the couch, her soft, still-trembling body suddenly drained of all energy.

The stunned and ecstatically satiated brunette lay lewdly spread-eagled on the bed, as the heavy weight of Mr. Boyse lifted from her sweat-drenched nakedness.

As Ed raised up, Alice could see his obscenely deflating penis, and the first waves of shame rolled over her. She turned her head to the wall as the sated chemistry teacher swung his feet to the floor and stood up.

"You know what, Alice…? You're a pretty good fuck!"

This insensitive statement was enough to make her horrid feelings of self-disgust grow deeper still, and Alice began to sob quietly on the couch. What on earth had happened? What on earth had made her do such a thing?

Outside the door, Tim checked his watch. "Precisely one hour and forty-five minutes. She's about out of it!"

"We'd better scramola!" Bennie replied, and without wasting another moment, the two scheming teenagers, emotionally and physically exhausted from their own self-induced pleasure outside their teacher's door, hurried down the hall.

Anxiously, the Larsen twins looked at the clock. It was early morning – 8:45 am to be exact, and according to their calculations their English teacher, Miss Appleton, should have experienced recurrent flashes of the formula they'd given her in a carefully dosed glazed apple. If all went well, Miss Appleton ought to be appearing for her class and then just after the class was over, the formula would reactivate within the pretty brunette's system.

Tim and Bennie waited in the classroom. They were early and very nervous. Unable to return to the faculty wing of the private school after having left, they had no idea how things had gone after the licentious scene they'd witnessed between Miss Appleton and Mr. Boyse, the chemistry teacher. Hopefully, now they would be able to find out if Miss Appleton was feeling well enough to come to her first class of the day.

Further down the hall, Alice Appleton was making her way to the classroom. It wasn't the easiest thing she'd ever done, attending this class as though everything were perfectly all right. In fact, Alice felt perhaps it was the most difficult thing she'd ever accomplished in her life. Still stunned from her lewd experiences of the night before, Alice was unsteady on her feet. The memory. The dreadful shameful memory of what happened with Ed Boyse struck terror in her heart, and yet Alice felt it was therefore all the more important that she not cancel her English class this morning, that she continue her life as normally as possible under the circumstances, and most of all that she not let her students down.

What had happened to her after her special tutoring session with the Larsen twins was a mystery, and one which she could only hope would be cleared up at the complete physical examination she would be getting at the doctor's the following day. For Alice knew that her behavior had to have a cause beyond that of her natural loneliness. After all, she thought, she had grown accustomed to that… or had she? A shiver of horror ran through the comely brunette as she recalled waking up during the night – long after Boyse had left – and feeling still sore down there from what he had done, yet having to use only the utmost willpower not to go out looking for him… or anyone else who could soothe her still voraciously hungry flesh. But she had gotten through the night… how was a vague memory which Alice endeavored to keep that way, but even so, images of her nakedly writhing body bumping and rubbing against the walls of her apartment like a moth trying to reach a flame came back to the English teacher's disturbed mind.

"Good morning, Miss Appleton!"

Alice jumped. She had expected the classroom to be empty, and now she was forced to face the twins. But how could she even look the darling boys in the eye? There was no question about it. She had to. It was her duty as a teacher.

"Good morning, boys," she replied weakly, sitting down behind her desk as rapidly as possible.

"Are you feeling any better, Miss Appleton?" Bennie asked, carefully inspecting Alice's drawn features from his vantage point in the first row of seats.

"Better? Oh yes… thank you… a bit… but I think I must have a touch of flu, boys. You mustn't come too close or you might catch it."

"We've had our flu shots, Miss Appleton," Tim replied. But the boys remained in their seats in any case, all through the long period which proved to be one of the most difficult lessons that Alice Appleton had ever given. Several zeros were placed on boys' records when they did not know the answer to a particular question or when they could not adequately complete a sentence. It was torture for the pupils in the class and everyone wondered what had happened to turn Miss Appleton into such a horror. Everyone knew that she was strict, yes, but no one had ever seen her like this.

In the rear of the class "Bull" Johnson groaned a loud noise of relief when the final bell rang. He'd already gotten two zeros, and knew that if the class continued much longer he was on his way to a third. His father, a wealthy industrialist in nearby Sacramento, would kill him if he flunked English again.

Bennie and Tim could see that Miss Appleton was perspiring heavily even though it was not at all warm in the classroom.

The twins lingered after the others had gone, and then flanked their languishing teacher as she prepared to leave the room.

"I… I think I must go down to the cafeteria, boys, for some fruit juice…" Alice stammered. Her tongue felt thick and the cafeteria was the closest place to get something fast.