Thread: 1989 Best Year Ever (Darkangel76 &Casketslinger)

Greg dick was so hard that it was causing him a great deal of pain in the hunched over position he was in hiding behind the couch. He had to do something about it, so he reached down and quietly unbuckled his pants reached in and pulled his cock out and began pumping away at it. He kept his eyes locked on the two teachers as they fucked each other around the teacher's break room. They'd started in a standing position but as Mr. Chesbro grew fatigued from pounding her they'd made it over to the counter. He plopped her down on the coffee stained counter, the sound of her wet pussy smacking off the counter was audible, and set to pounding her hot Spanish pussy up there. The view from this angle wasn't as good, before he was looking upward at her hot snatch getting pounded but now Mr. Chesbro's ass was all Greg could see. It wasn't that arousing and so Greg started to fantasize about Kiki. He couldn't believe she'd actually said yes and now he couldn't get her off of his mind. He thought about he tiny A cup tits and wondered what they might taste like. Did she have over sized nipples? He wondered what her pussy was like, if she shaved it or if it was a full grown bush. His mind slipped in to the fantasy realm and he thought about her being secretly a really dirty ass ho. He thought about her pulling her modestly long cut dress up and wearing seeing her in crotchless panties. Her hands reaching back and pulling her tiny ass cheeks apart and exposing her most nether of regions and telling him to eat her asshole out. That's all it took the mental image of Kiki on her tiptoes and spreading her cheeks, her starfish winking at him...and boom goes the dynamite. Greg rolled over onto his side and tucked his dick under the couch and blew he load under it. uggghhhhh' He moaned out unable to control the sound escaping his mouth. He instantly reached up and grasp his mouth, clapping it shut but he could hear that Miss Rodriguez and Mr. Chesbro's fucking sounds had stopped. Did you just hear something? Miss Rodriguez asked, slightly out of breath. I thought it was just the copier...fucking thing is ancient. Mr. Chesbro answered and resumed banging her. Greg breathed a sigh of relief, he wiped his dick off on the carpet and tucked it back down into his pants. He made his way up to his knees again and looked around the couch seeing that the tech teacher had her off of the counter again and was holding her tiny body up and banging her again. Then Mr. Chesbro lost his balance he started to teeter and almost fell over but caught himself. Set me down before we fall! I want you to eat my pussy Pappi! Miss Rodriguez said and Mr. Chesbro walked over to the printer. Greg got really worried, thinking for sure he was about to get caught and his plan make the copies would be ruined but they barely took notice. She held his neck while he reached down and pulled the copier's heavy lid up and plopped her down onto the glass. The machine kept coping unabated. Mr. Chesbro dropped to his knees and started tonguing her out. Miss Rodriguez called out in pleasure. Her hand dropped down and she started rubbing her clit while his head pumped back and forth in and out between her spread legs. Suddenly Mr. Chesbro jumped up, his dick in his hands and the head of it swollen and ready to pop. I'm gonna cum, let me stick it in you. He pleaded. Hell no pappi, I ain't wrecking this body with no adulterous baby, You gonna have to put a ring on my finger if you wanna do that! She said waving his finger in front of his face. Mr. Chesbro looked panicked he spun around looking for the place to blow his load. There really wasn't a good place for it and so he picked the least noticeable place he could find. He ran over to the couch and blew jizzed all over the back of the couch, his eyes clenched shut and his hand locked around his pulsing dick. Semen rained down on Greg and he jumped up in revolution. What the FUCK? Greg screamed and stood up wiping the goo off of his sleeve. Greg realized he'd blown his cover and stood staring at the two half naked teachers staring back at him. Both their mouths hung open in surprise and neither one of them were saying anything. DING! the sound chimed from the copier signifying it had completed it's job and that's what finally broke the awkward silence. What the fuck are you doing in the teacher's lounge? Mr. Chesbro growled like an angry dog. He tucked his still spurting cock back into his pants and put his hands on his hips like nothing had happened at all, even though Miss Rodriguez was still spread legged and quaking from the orgasms she was still having. Greg had to think fast. Okay....Okay I know this could be potentially bad for everyone involved, I'm certainly looking at some detention if you two were to blow me in.....But I think you two have a lot more to lose in this situation. The good news is that I'm not going to say shit to anybody about what I say here. All I want to do is get that stack of papers off of the copier and then I'll go and I'll forget everything I saw and heard in this room. Sound good? Greg said, knowing it was a lie, there was no way he was ever going to forget seeing how hot Miss Rodriguez was. Neither of them said a word, Mr. Chesbro stood there with his hands on his hips and the print of his still hard cock staining the polyester pants and Miss Rodriguez still hadn't even closed her legs. Greg assumed they were just in shock and raised his hands up like someone was pointing a gun at him. He slowly walked over to the copier, keeping his eyes on the two the whole time. He leaned down and grabbed the pile of copies but was having a hard time concentrating being this close to his hot Spanish teacher while her pussy was hanging out. Aaahhh. Miss.....Miss Rodriguez I need the master copy....yer on it. Greg said as he pointed down at her crotch. She leaned to one side and reached underneath her, her eyes as big as saucers of shock. She yanked the paper free and handed it to him, sopping wet and most likely ruined. Greg took it, holding it delicately between to fingers and started off for the door. Greg....Not a word right? Miss Rodriguez said in a shaky voice. Greg turned back toward them, barely able to keep the smile from his lips. He responded by making zipping gesture on his lips and then turned and walked out. Stevie had just finished his second dessert when he heard a girl's voice behind him. He hadn't registered what she'd said but assumed that it was her asking him to slide his fat ass in further so she could squeeze by him. He scooched in and went back to gnawing on the ice cream cone's chocolate butt end. I said Hi. The voice came again and this time he caught what she said. Stevie turned around slowly and peered at the younger girl. She was a tenth grader and new from what he knew. Stevie looked around trying to figure out who the girl was talking to. No one was sitting that close to him so he turned back to her and pointed at himself. Me? He asked. She shook her head in the affirmative and gave him a shy smile. m-My name is Corrine, nice to meet you. She said sheepishly. Are you sure your talking to me? Stevie asked, completely stupefied by the pretty young girl addressing him. Your name is Steve right? I saw you during our play we put on earlier this year. You saw me....why cause I'm a giant fat ass? HA HA I get it you're just fucking with....I'll give you credit kid, usually only my peers pick on me, but your the first underclassman to have the balls to say it to my... Stevie started but stuttered to a stop when he saw the horrified look on her face. She looked like she was about to cry and then she turned to run away but Stevie reached out and touched her arm. Hey, hey what's wrong? He asked, not quite understand what was happening. The thought of a girl this pretty trying to talk to him had never occurred to him. Why were you just mean to me? I was just trying to talk to you. Corrine said, wiping the tears from her eyes. If they were fake tears then she was the best actress he'd ever seen because she honestly looked really upset. Hey I....I am sorry. It's just girls don't usually talk to me....I mean geez....I feel like a real dick right now. Please stop crying...please if you don't stop crying I might start crying. Stevie pleaded with her. He stood up to address her face to face and as soon as he did she buried her tear stained face into his chest. Stevie didn't know what to do. He'd never had a girl cry on his shoulder before, with the exception of his sister. Stevie just stood there silently and waited for her to compose herself. Corrine pulled her head up and stared up into Stevie's amber eyes. I'm sorry I feel like a real dork. Corrine said. You wanna sit down and talk? Stevie asked hopefully. She shook her head yes and walked around the table to sit down but then Stevie heard a whistle. He looked in the direction it came from and saw Mrs. Tighe standing near the sink full of dirty dishes and tapping her foot impatiently. Of course this is how Mrs. Tighe and Stevie had started there special relationship. During the early years of his 8th grade stint he'd been brutally picked on during lunch periods. Mrs. Tighe had seen this and offered to let him come back and hang in the kitchen with her in exchange for him helping with the dishes. This was the reason Stevie was afforded extra lunches and he would have normally told Mrs. Tighe 'not today' because a girl was actually talking to him, but he had a mission to accomplish for Nate and that had to take precedents. Shit! Stevie said. What is it? Corrine asked, tears still brimming her eyes. I have to do something now....I really wanna hang out with you though. Hey what plans do you have after school? Usually I have band practice but our band's singer has other plans tonight. I usually go and hang out at Clemmies, You know about that place? Its got video games and a jukebox and pizza, ice cream. You wanna meet me there after school and we can hang out? Please Corrine just give me a chance to make it up to you, I'll by you an ice cream float to make it up to you for what a jerk I was. Stevie said but quickly realized that he was sounding really needy and Lucy had told him that girls don't like that. OR you know what ever, If you don't that's cool too. Stevie put in trying to sound more aloof but he thought he just sounded stupider. almost a whole minute before the end of third period, Nate gathered up his books and stood up in History class. Mr. Essex, what are you doing? The teacher asked. Class is over....I'm going. Nate said and pointed at the clock. The teacher looked up at the clock and shrugged his shoulders. The bell hasn't rung. It's pretty close. Nate said uncaring. Sit down Mr. Essex. The teacher commanded. Nate just shook his head and walked toward the front of the class ignoring the teachers commands. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pink detention slip he'd received that morning. You're too late Teach....They already got me. Nate said and walked toward the door just as the bell rung. He casually walked out into the hallway and the crowds of kids separated in front of his path. He was on a mission, Lucy had a class near here and if he was quick he could catch her before she ran off to Gym class. Luce! Hey girl hold up a minute! Nate called out in his deep baritone voice, jogging up behind her an putting his arm around her shoulders. Hey there beautiful, how was class? Hey I've got some ideas for song names... He said with a smile but the look on her face told him she wasn't in a good mood. Hey what's wrong? Somebody giving you shit? Tell me who it was and I'll kick the shit out of them.