Nick Eastwood - She seduced her teachers

"Oooooo, whaaahhhhhh!" she howled. "Shit, fuck, unnngghhhhh!"

Gates just barely managed not to come along with her. He fucked her hard through her body wracking orgasm, then drew his dripping cock from her flooded cunt. Shelly gave a little whimper of disappointment.

"Were not finished yet, are we?" she cried. "Oh, no, honey," Gates leered, "we're not finished. But I want to fuck you another way."

Shelly was astonished. She hadn't dreamed there were so many ways to fuck. But she cooperated eagerly. She wanted to know everything about making out. Gates rolled onto his back and pulled her over to sit on him.

Shelly got the idea right away. She slid down the thick hard impalement of his cock, taking it clear to the balls. Gates grasped her waist and started hammering his prick into her as hard and fast as before.

"Oh, yeah, fantastic!" Shelly squealed. "Fuck me again, teacher, fuck hard!"

This was Gates' favorite way to fuck. He loved watching the lusty teens as he pounded his cock into them and drove them wild with excitement. He ogled Shelly's cute bouncing tits and watching his cock pistoning in and out of her cream-squirting box.

"You like it this way, honey?" he leered.

"I like it every way you do it, Mr. Gates," she gurgled. "Mmmmm, yeah, I wish you'd fuck me forever."

But that wasn't likely, because Gates was just about to go off. He'd held out as long as he could, savoring the girl's exquisitely tight pussy and loving her uninhibited cries of bliss, but now his lust was at the boiling point.

Rocketing out of control, he fucked her as hard as he could. She bounced up and down with the impact, howling with pleasure. He felt her tiny twat getting even tighter around his meat as she followed him to the brink of climax.

"Ohhhh, teacher, you're doing it to me, I'm comingggg!" Shelly screeched.

"Unnnnggghhh, Jesus, awwwwww!" Gates bellowed.

Shelly whimpered in ecstasy as he hammered an enormous load of red-hot jizz into her womb. Student and teacher rocked and writhed together in a long and powerful mutual orgasm. At last Shelly rolled off Gates with a gurgle of satisfaction.

"Oh, wow, Mr. Gates, that was fantastic," she sighed. "I sure hope we can do it again."

"I'd like that, Shelly," he said. "As I told you, you're a very talented girl. But remember, you must never tell anyone about this."

"Of course not, Mr. Gates," Shelly said. But this time she had her fingers crossed.

Shelly just couldn't keep her secret any longer.

That night in the dorm, the girls were sitting around talking about sex, as usual, and Shelly was bursting with all the things she could tell her friends.

"What's the point in talking about all this?" Lisa sighed. "We won't get to find out about boys as long as we're at St. Hilda's."

"But that's not true, Lisa," Shelly said. "I can tell you anything you want to know about sex, because I just found out with some teachers."

Everybody started yelling and talking at once, and before Shelly could say anything else, Miss Grubb was charging into the room.

"What's going on in here?" she demanded. "Why aren't you girls studying?"

"Sorry, Miss Grubb," Candy said. "We were just discussing a math problem."

"You must think I'm very stupid, young lady," Miss Grubb snapped. "I know perfectly well you weren't talking about math. You were too excited. Now, I want everybody in bed and lights out. Not another sound out of you."

"Shit," Shelly muttered.

"What did you say, Shelly?" Miss Grubb cried.

"I said, that's it," Shelly replied. "I mean, no more studying tonight."

"Exactly," Miss Grubb said. "I hope this will teach you girls to behave."

When they were all tucked in bed and the lights were out, Miss Grubb locked them in their room. Pretty soon Shelly felt somebody lifting the covers of her bed and crawling in beside her.

"Shelly," Lisa whispered, "you didn't really make it with a teacher, did you?"

"I sure did," Shelly whispered back. "Two of them."

Candy's bed was next to Shelly's, and now she crawled in with the other two girls.

"I wanna hear this, too," she said. "Who'd you make it with?"

"Mr. Miller and Mr. Gates," Shelly said. "It was wild!"

"Oh, come on, Shelly, you're bullshitting us," Lisa giggled.

"Yeah, Shelly, you can't expect us to believe that," Candy tittered.

"Oh, yeah?" Shelly said indignantly. "Well, it happened. I fucked both of them."

Her friends just went on giggling, and finally Lisa said, "Okay, Shelly, if you really want us to believe you, prove it. We wanna see you get it on with a teacher."

"Yeah," Candy said, "we wanna watch. How about doing it with Mr. Peters?"

"Okay, you're on," Shelly said defiantly. "I'll fix it up for tomorrow, right after school."

Lisa and Candy slipped back to their own beds, still giggling. Obviously they didn't believe Shelly, and that really pissed her off. But tomorrow she'd show them that she was telling the truth.

All she had to do was seduce Mr. Peters, the math teacher. Of course that wasn't going to be easy. Mr. Peters had to be the most bashful guy in the universe. But Shelly was determined to show her friends that she wasn't lying.

The next day, at the end of her math class, she stayed behind and approached Allan Peters, a tall, lanky young man with glasses. She wasn't surprised to see him blush as she spoke to him. He blushed all the time.

"I think I need a private conference with you, Mr. Peters," she said. "I'm having a terrible time in this class."

"Yes, you are, Shelly," he said, "and perhaps a private session would help. How about this afternoon when school lets out?"

"Perfect," Shelly purred.

She alerted Lisa and Candy. Now they just had to figure out a place for the two girls to hide and watch while Shelly did her thing with the math teacher. But Shelly bad a plan for that, too.

As sixth period was ending, Shelly went to a phone and called the school office, asking for Mr. Peters. He was summoned from his classroom, giving Lisa and Candy a chance to slip into the room and hide, in the closet. Shelly hung up just as Peters answered the phone, and then hurried to his room.

A few minutes later Peters arrived, scratching his head.

"I don't understand it," he said. "Somebody called me, then hung up without saying anything."

Shelly closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Probably a wrong number," she said. "Are you ready to help me, Mr. Peters?"

"Oh, yes, of course, Shelly," he said, sitting down at his desk. "Where, would you like to start?"

"Right here," Shelly said.

She swung his swivel chair to the side, dropped to her knees in front of him, and unzipped his pants.

She heard a gasp from the closet and frowned in that direction, warning Lisa and Candy to be quiet luckily Mr. Peters didn't hear the gasp. He was too thunderstruck to notice anything as Shelly tugged his pants down to his knees.

Peters started blushing. Shelly had never seen him blush harder. His mouth hung open, and his eyes looked ready to pop. Good, she wanted him to remain stunned while she got down to work.

She grasped his jockey shorts and tugged them down, too. There was another gasp from the closet, but a very small one. Shelly stared at the math teacher's cock. It looked like a nice big one, and she was about to make it even bigger. She curled her fingers around the fat slab of meat and began pumping it. Peters gasped.

"Uh, Shelly, what are you doing?" he said in a croaky voice.

"Why, Mr. Peters, you can see what I'm doing," Shelly cooed. "I'm playing with your cock. I've been wanting to do that for so long. I've really got the hots for you."

"For me?" he exclaimed.

"Mmmmmn, yes," Shelly gurgled. "You're really a hunk, Mr. Peters. I think you'd look even cuter without your glasses."