(If you haven't already read "Amelia & Her Boytoy, Part one" you'd do well to do so as this is a continuation)
Friday seemed to drag by. It was once of my worst days ever of teaching. I found myself utterly distracted from my classes. I lectured and discussed, but if you asked me what we did in my classes, I have to say that I don't recall anything at all. Except for the absolute blush that Jenny Phelps had every time I looked toward her. It was as though she knew that I had seen that photo. When I came near her desk, she quickly hid something, but I saw enough to know Amelia's handwriting. What could it be? I briefly toyed with stopping her and forcing the issue, but chose not to. I merely remarked that passing & reading personal notes was against school rules. I thought she’d die right there. But at the end of class, she stopped to apologize.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I, ummmmm, was told to read it during your class." Her face was bright red, but her nipples were rock hard and poking through her tightly drawn blouse.
"The next time, I'll confiscate the note and keep you for punishment," I growled. She blushed again and ran from my room. I chuckled to myself.
The next four classes dragged by. Amelia was absent from my last period Senior Honors class. Nothing much happened and the bell rang. Everyone flew from school as it was Friday and 78 degrees and sunny. Even the faculty fled as soon as possible. But I needed to report Amelia's illegal absence from class.
I made a note and headed for the office. About half-way down the hall, I heard a rustle in one the side corridors. "Strange", I thought, and went to check it out. I saw a flash of a skirt disappearing into the backstage area of the auditorium. I followed at a discrete distance and moved as quietly as possible into the darkened, cool wings of the theater. There were 3 rehearsal rooms/dressing rooms and one had a door ajar. I moved toward when I heard a whispered, "Oh god, yes, there...." I stopped and tried to figure out what to do: leave, stay and listen, or interrupt. I couldn't do the first, because the next whisper was "Yes, on my clit, Alex, right on it." I knew now where Amelia had been. I sidled closer to the door and looked up and down. It was open enough to allow me to see the mirror. There was the reflection of Amelia, perched on the edge of the desk, blouse open, breasts free, with a look of pure bliss on her face and Alex Demarco between her legs. He was quite naked and his ass, which was facing me, was a bright red. He'd been spanked, recently. My cock hardened rapidly. As he serviced her, she alternately rubbed, tugged at, and pinched her nipples. I watched him eat her for almost twenty minutes, as she came at least twice. She had him lick her, tongue her, finger her, bite her clit, and rim her asshole. And he was as hard as rock. His beautiful slim long cock was absolutely erect. So was mine, though not as long & much thicker. I couldn't stop myself from stroking it at the sight of my slut, Amelia, domming this beautiful boy she had promised to bring to me.
When I fished my cock out and started to stroke it, the noise must have been barely audible. Amelia looked up and saw me reflected back at her. She was first shocked, then she smiled and mouthed, "Hi, Teacher" I stroked my cock and she grabbed his head and pulled him in tighter, whispering deep in her throat, "yes, make me cum again, Alex!" When she had finished, she had him jerk himself off. He eagerly masturbated for his Mistress and was on the verge of cumming when she ordered him to stop. I had been timing myself to cum with him and stopped short when he did. Then she fell to her knees and looking at me in the mirror, sucked him into her mouth. He and I moaned in unison and as he fired him cum down her throat, I blew my load into my handkerchief. I quickly zipped up as she berated him for cumming too soon. She told him to be at The King's Court Apartments at 8 PM to be taught better.
