Alberta Graham - The twins and teacher

Oh God what can I do? she cried. This was pure sex, pure lust on her part, and she was warping her prized pupils, what would ever become of them now?

Alice bit down hard on her full lower lip. She could feel their wonderful squirming, worming fingers, moving delicately, upward, and back and forth, sliding and flicking, teasing and toying, driving her wild with joy! She was growing more and more troubled, more and more abandoned, and was no longer able to help herself. "Yessss…" she breathed. "Like that… lieeeke… thaaaat… oaaahhhh ah ah ah ah!"

Down below, Bennie's slender middle finger was worming upward within her passion-soaked cunt, beneath the elastic legband and up into the tightly clasping vaginal passage of his English teacher, feeling the smooth moist walls of her flowering pussy! From time to time his twin brother's fingers would meet his as Tim played with the swollen little bud of Alice's desire-tormented clitoris and then moved downward against the pliancy of the inner lips to the well-spread finger-penetrated orifice of the keening brunette's softly yielding cunt.

Alice's whole body quivered as her impaled vagina felt the invading finger probing nakedly at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel the moisture of her hair-trimmed pussy cover the palm of Tim's obscenely searching hand. All the fingers moved upon her intimate flesh as she writhed downward to meet them now, almost out of her mind with bliss, as the three of them crouched there beneath the school stairs. Alice didn't think that she would be able to stand this lewdly exciting teasing of her unprotected pussy another moment. She wanted the raging fire that ran unchecked through her nervous system to be checked. Something had to give!

"Shall we do it to her now?" Bennie whispered to his brother. "I want to… bad!"

Tim looked down at his watch without ceasing his deft manipulations beneath Alice's skirt. "No… we can't… she'll be out of it in a few moments. Finish it up… finish it up!"

But the boys had little to do other than what they'd already accomplished in the searing hot pit of their teacher's desire-tormented pussy. While they worked feverishly within the temptingly spread area of their victim's loins, they felt the lithe young brunette's entire body tense, the tendons of her limbs taut as her head snapped back, hitting hard against the wall behind her, and high up inside her streaming pussy, the already open walls widened, sucking voraciously at Bennie's finger as he wormed and pressed ever upward, ever round and round, while Tim's slippery fingers rubbed more and more persistently at her quivering little clitoris that jerked and trembled with the onrush of completion.

"MMMmmmmmmm!" Miss Appleton moaned, and then whined pitifully as she began to tremble and then to melt against him, her entire body slacking toward their boldly penetrating fingers.

"Aaaaaa!" she sighed, as though she were a recently punctured balloon. "Cumming! Cumming! Yesssss!"

It was good, so very good that Alice felt herself lifted to some heavenly orgasmic height, a place she had never visited before, but which she knew she would like to return to again and again.

"Oh boys… boyssss…!" she gasped, still quivering, a helpless butterfly palpitating against them. "OOOh boys! Thank you… thank you…!"

Slowly the moistly churning fingers were removed. Slowly and reluctantly the boys stood back from Alice Appleton. She seemed stunned, still leaning against the wall, her passion rapidly receding. Her closed eyelids fluttered open after a long moment of silence.

"What… what?" she stammered.

"Are you feeling better, Miss Appleton?" Tim asked.

Tears welled into Alice's eyes. She knew full well what had happened, full well what she had allowed, and worse, how it had been… how absolutely divine it had been!

"Oh!" she cried as the tears streamed forth. And then she was running past them, her heels clattering as she reached the front of the steps and began clambering upward. The flushed teenagers stood and listened until she was out of ear-range.

Miss Appleton was not seen for several days and the substitute teacher was not nearly as pretty as she. Tim and Bennie began to grow restless. Perhaps something had gone wrong with the formula. Perhaps Miss Appleton was seriously ill. They knew that she would have had no recurrent action from the formula, not after the last one, the drug working itself away after a period of roughly twenty-four hours.

It was difficult to decide what to do, and the boys finally asked Mr. Boyse after chemistry class if he had spoken with the pretty English teacher.

"Miss Appleton? Oh yes, boys, she'll be up and about pretty soon. Bad touch of flu from what I understand." He himself had visited Alice earlier in the day, and she'd told him that she would attend the school picnic as planned if the splendid fall weather held. Ed Boyse refrained from telling the boys that Alice had refused to let him in the door, that in fact, she purported to loathe him for taking advantage of what she called her "illness" of the other day.

"Thanks, Mr. Boyse. You know things just don't seem the same without Miss Appleton."

"You're right about that, she certainly does add something by her presence among us." And I'd sure like to get a taste of that tight little ass of hers again too, he thought to himself, trying to figure out just how he could arrange it. Her illness indeed! he chortled to himself as he returned to the classroom to put away the experiment he'd been showing his class that day.

Tim and Bennie returned to their shared dorm room. That morning they would join the other boys outdoors for the picnic. Already as they lay resting upon their beds, the twins could hear the excited sounds of the other boys as they got ready to go outside. But other things were on their minds as they wondered whether or not Miss Appleton would appear.

As the time drew near, Tim started changing into his jeans and sneakers and sweatshirt, and Bennie followed suit. "We'd better take a dose of the formula along just in case," Tim muttered, while he tied the last knot of his sneaker.

"Yes… Alice may need a little of the hair of the dog!"

The California weather was splendid and some 350 boys spread over the hillside behind the private school, yelling and shouting and laughing at their freedom from the comparatively dreary walls of the classrooms and dorms. All the boys had a gym class every day, and some of the seniors got to have special sports privileges. There was a school football team and in spring a baseball team, badminton, tennis and field hockey as well as volley ball were practiced. Now at various spots some of these sports could be seen taking place, and later on there would be relay races and the broad jump and running jump competitions. The picnic lunch, provided by the school kitchen, would be brought out after the heat of the games, and consumed at long wooden tables set up for that purpose down by the little creek that bordered the vast school property.

Tim and Bennie wandered despondently from game to game, greeting the boys with whom they were friendly, and being greeted by their teachers, all of whom admired the twin honor students. Mr. Boyse was in charge of organizing the three-legged race, and the twins wandered past him without speaking. They felt slightly resentful that the best benefits of their experiment had gone to their chemistry teacher, especially when it looked as though they might never get another chance to complete their "study".

Just when things looked at their grimmest, and the despondent thirteen year old's were sitting at the top of a slope, hugging their knees and balefully surveying the joyful explosion of students, they spotted a familiar figure across the field. Automatically the twins jumped to their feet, as they watched the somberly attired Miss Appleton making her way through the cavorting students. They saw her avoid Mr. Boyse by several feet and continue walking toward the tennis lawn. The English teacher had been posted as one of the judges, and she had already missed one of the games, so she hurried along in her sensible brown loafers.