These stories are about two students and their teachers. All characters are over the age of 18. The events described are entirely fictional. The author does not condone such activity in real life. It's just a story; if you don't like such topics, please do not read. Comments and feedback are welcomed.
Part one
Miss Anderson and Mrs. Banner walked up the school drive holding hands and giggling like schoolgirls. It had been a difficult time. Melanie had been extremely angry with her friend for most of the evening, but they were finally back on good terms. In fact, they were now in a state of high excitement. Martin was waiting for them inside the school building, and a night of fun awaited them. Although earlier, Dianne had found the perfect tonic for her period of worry and anxiety by fucking both boys, Melanie was now desperate for some similar medicine. While Diane was more than ready for a second dose if she could get it.
Melanie had been dumbfounded when Dianne told her she knew what had happened in the basement and how she had listened to Melanie and Danny having sex and acting out Melanie's story. This alarm only grew when Dianne explained that Martin had then visited her. He had been ready to act out one of her stories and that they, too, had ended up making love. It might have been wiser to have stopped there and let her friend digest this shocking news, but Dianne had carried on. Then, of course, she had allowed both boys to have her that very morning. Dianne sharing graphic details of what had happened was too much. Melanie learning Diane had anal sex with both boys was overwhelming. She spent the whole school holidays in a state of disbelief about what she had done and finding out her friend had done the same and much worse was too much to process.
"Why didn't you come and talk to me so we could plan our way out of this mess?" Melanie kept saying, followed by, "Both Danny and Martin! Together! Anal sex! Christ, you have made this so much harder!" That was all Dianne could get out of her, and she made it worse by pointing out Melanie had started it. So Melanie had got up and left the party before it had started, and Dianne had immediately followed. Dianne only just managed to convince her friend to come back to the school with her in the car so they could talk it out. Melanie had agreed but had rather sulkily commented, "Only because I don't know where else to go!"
The few staff already at the party had rolled their eyes and tried not to make eye contact with their two arguing colleagues. The two departments worked closely together, so everyone assumed the disagreement was about work. It seemed best for them to let Dianne and Melanie go off somewhere and sort it out. Whatever it was! At least the ladies had not managed to raise any suspicions.
Escaping the party turned out to be a sensible decision. Being at Dianne's house meant they could talk easily and, perhaps more importantly, drink freely. Dianne, who had not handled things well earlier, picked just the right moment to tell Melanie that Martin was plotting to spring a surprise on her that very night. He planned to screw her in the Headmaster's office following one of her stories. Despite her fears, that tantalizing idea began to mellow Melanie's anger. And when this was nearly ruined by Melanie realizing the story Martin had in mind, Dianne seamlessly came up with a better idea that would still work.
The argument itself gave her the idea of linking one of her stories with Martin's notion. Then with Melanie's help, they modified the tale Dianne had in mind till they were happy with it, and along the way, it satisfied a growing need in Dianne. So some rewriting followed. Then a lengthy call to Martin and the sending of the new manuscript, and they were ready for action.
After all the rows and tension, Dianne was keen to get her friend laid but increasingly desperate not to be left on the sidelines this evening. Being fucked this morning had been so good, but she wanted more. So the solution was perfect.
This was what the girls were laughing at walking up the drive. The idea that Martin was now desperately trying to memorize the story that they had modified when probably he was not that familiar with it anyway.
"The school looks different at night when it's closed and empty," Melanie had said, but all Dianne had registered was that Martin had stupidly left the curtains open in the Headmaster's study. Its light shining out sent a signal across the grounds that someone was inside. But, of course, the school should be empty. Dianne knew Melanie's mood was pretty volatile, so she decided not to stress her very excited friend with this fact. Instead, it was better to move things on quickly so she could get the curtains pulled as soon as possible.
"Come on, let's get inside," said Dianne, who pushed at the front door and was relieved to find it opened and that the key had been left for her. This meant she could lock them inside and slip the key into her pocket.
"Gosh, that's noisy," Melanie said after taking three steps and finding her heels clattered loudly on the stone floor.
"Come on, there is no one here except Martin," Dianne had said, and although she too was self-conscious about the noise, she led her friend speedily into the school, up the stairs, and down the corridor to the Headmaster's study. The two women stopped, and then Dianne knocked on the door.
"Come," said a voice from the other side, and the two women entered. "Lock the door, please," Martin said from behind the Headmaster's desk, and then he looked up, unsure about what was happening. Dianne had walked over to the window and pulled the curtains while Melanie had locked the door, passing the key to Dianne, who bent over Martin to hand it to him.
"You better put this someone safe, so we can find it when it's time to leave," she said. Martin, for the moment, was dumbstruck just about appreciating his teachers were prepping the situation before they started.
Mrs. Banner was in the most fantastic dress. Bright blue with a short flared skirt, sleeveless with thin straps over her shoulder. This was not what got his attention, though; it was the neckline cut so low her beautiful tits looked like they would fall out of the dress at any moment. So when she leaned over Martin, it was like she was pouring her breasts onto the desk. She giggled and lifted his head with her hand and stared at him.
"You like my slutty dress?" She said. She had bought it to wear for her husband during the school holidays. It was a sort of foil for her guilt, but today, she and Melanie had decided it would be better worn for their little game tonight. Anyway, he would not appreciate it. Smiling at his reaction, Melanie shed her coat and waited to see if she got the same response.
"Wow," Martin said as Miss Anderson showed off her outfit. It was an extremely short red dress that showed off her legs perfectly when combined with the high heels she was also wearing. In addition, there was a belt around her waist that accentuated her curves. "Shit!" Said Martin, suddenly aware that he was in the presence of two stunning women.
"We er thought we were going to see the Headmaster," Mrs. Banner said, patting the sofa where she had just sat and indicating her friend to sit beside her. It was time to start!
"Yes," said Melaine very weakly. She was not quite as prepared to begin. There was a pause, and everyone started to laugh. Then, when the amusement had died away, she started again in a stronger voice. "Yes," she said again, "Where is he?"
Martin admired the two teachers sitting there in revealing outfits. Their legs were so distracting. He had fucked Mrs. Banner already but could not wait to do so again, and having Miss Anderson as well was so hot he could barely concentrate. He tried to determine which woman had the best legs. Martin could not decide. His mind was foggy, and his mouth dry in anticipation of what lay ahead.
"Come on, Martin, game face on," said Mrs. Banner impatiently, "don't keep your desperate teachers waiting!"
Part two
Martin took a deep breath and forced himself to concentrate. Time to get onto the script. He told the ladies they had been sent here because they had fallen out at the staff party, and the Headmaster had asked him to help out.
"Tell him what you did," Mrs. Banner said to Melanie, and without waiting, she plowed on, "she fucks one of her students and then gets annoyed when I copy her."
