A Night in the Teacher

Brief Description:

A drunk and horny teacher stumbles after a night of clubbing. A few of her students make sure she makes it home safely. Then she thanks them.

All Characters are 18+.

Group Sex: Teacher, Drunk, Gangbang, Spitroast

The Morning After

June woke up on her living room floor. It was uncomfortably warm in her apartment - a result of her decision to save money by not using the air conditioner. That was as far as her budgeting went - most of her money went to alcohol or delivery food. She was sweaty, sticky, and had a hell of a hangover. Also, she was naked except for her ruined stockings. That all seemed normal. She felt around on the carpet until she found her phone.

"Feels like a Sunday," she said while cracking open one eye to look at the date and time on the smartphone display, "Yep."

It was just after 1pm. She put the phone on her coffee table and pulled herself off the floor. Her clothes were scattered around the room, but none of that seemed abnormal. As she stumbled to her kitchen, she felt a piece of paper taped to her chest. She pulled it off absentmindedly and slapped it down on the counter. Then she grabbed what she really wanted - a tall glass and a bottle of scotch. She poured about two shots into the glass, then topped it off with cold water from the tap. Leaning against the sink she took a long, slow drink. Eyes closed, paused for a few breaths, then finished the glass.

After pouring herself another she remembered the piece of paper on the counter. She took a sip and picked up the note. Her vision was still blurry, but clear enough to read the simple block letters.

Ms. Adams,

We had a wonderful time with you tonight. None of us could have guessed you were so much fun. Thank you so much for an unforgettable experience.

We hope you get as much pleasure in the future from the pics on your phone as we'll have with our photos and videos.

Looking forward to seeing you in class on Monday!

(P.S. We made sure to finish on you, not in you. Maybe next time.)

June Adams lost her grip on the glass; it shattered in the sink. She didn't even notice. The note drifted to the kitchen floor. It didn't matter. She was already in the living room frantically checking the 20 new photos taken on her phone. Each one was more vulgar than the last, depicting her getting fucked and sucking cocks in numerous positions from an unknown number of guys. Photos of them coating her face with cum, before yet more sex photos of her.

Clutching the phone tightly, she ran to the toilet and puked her guts out. Flush, puke, flush. Eventually, after dry heaving repeatedly for several minutes, she wiped her mouth and sat down on the bathroom floor. She went through the photos again, analytically. All the photos were focused on her. She knew she must have been blind drunk at the time, but it didn't look like it. The photos made it look like she was fully aware and having the time of her life. Like she was some cum hungry porn slut.

She kept analyzing the photos, looking for something useful. There were plenty of pics with guys' cocks, hands, and legs on screen - but nothing to identify them. At least two white guys. At least two black guys. It might have been four people. It might have been twenty or more.

"Not people," she said out loud, correcting her earlier thought, "Students. Students in my classes."

She put the phone down on the bathroom floor next to her and struggled against tears.

While mentally debating between brushing her teeth or cleaning & disinfecting with vodka, June tried to come up with ways this was somehow her asshole ex-husband's fault.

"I'm completely fucked," she said before standing up. Now she was thinking about how long she'd go to prison if she went to the authorities or anyone else did.

"Fuck," she continued, "I hope they were all at least eighteen."

She made her way back to the kitchen and started pounding straight shots of vodka.

The Previous Night

Ben and his friends were all eighteen years old, so they didn't have to worry about curfews anymore. Anyone seeing the five of them playing basketball at this hour of night would be concerned they were hooligans in a gang or something, but that wasn't their thing. They were just friends having fun and enjoying the weekend. They had known each other even before elementary school. All had good grades. None had ever gotten into any trouble with the police. Sure, sometimes they got detention at school, but who didn't? They were generally considered "good kids" by anyone that knew them.

Ben was making a half-court shot just as his alarm went off. The ball hit the rim then bounced away. Nate was right there to catch it on the rebound, but didn't go for the shot himself. The ball passed to Donny who made a powerful slam dunk. Sure, Donny had traveled before the dunk, but no one cared. Everyone congratulated him on the dunk except for Ben, who was already walking to the sidelines to gather his things and go.

"What's wrong, Benji?" Donny chided, slightly hurt that his friend hadn't seen his dunk, "You gotta go home to mommy?"

"Your dad should be asleep by now," Ben shot back without pausing, "Maybe I've got a date with your mom."

"Ha! As if!" Will jumped in, "I doubt his dad would even fuck that."

Donny punched Will's shoulder a little harder than necessary, but still mostly playful. Will looked at the serious glare on the other man's face. Holding up his hands, Will backed off. No harm, no foul.

"Dude, stick around," Jason pleaded, half-joking, "If you leave it'll be two on two, and I'll get stuck with one of these guys."

"You know how it is," Ben hesitated before leaving, "I've gotta be at church in a few hours."

"Fuck, man, you're still doing that?" Nate interjected, "Give it up. That girl is never gonna-"

Nate cut himself off, realizing that everyone was glaring daggers at him. Not just Ben, but Donny and Jason - hell, even Will was looking at Nate alarmed. There were some lines you just shouldn't cross. Ben's relationship with Tammy was not open for discussion.

There was a brief moment of tension, then Ben shrugged it off. He knew Nate had gotten the point.

"You know how it is," Ben said, and continued walking off the court and across the complex toward his home. The eyes of the other guys followed him briefly, and just when it was time to get back to playing ball their eyes focused on a grey prius with an Uber sticker pulling up near their apartments.

An Uber at that hour on a weekend could only mean one thing - someone was out clubbing, drinking, and needed a ride home. There was a good chance they'd see some drunk girls wearing skimpy clubbing outfits and stumbling back to their apartments. There was even a rare chance it would be a guy and a girl who were drunk and horny, who might not wait to get to an apartment before having some fun together. Rarely... well, very rarely... okay, once before... things had gotten very interesting and involved someone they knew. The guys had reason to stop their game and see what might happen.

The Uber's doors remained closed for a longer time than normal, building the anticipation even more for the viewers. Coincidentally, Ben kept walking closer to the vehicle on his way home.

Finally, the rear passenger door opened, and an obviously drunk woman came stumbling out. She was wearing a little black dress and barely holding onto a little black clutch. Ben ran forward and caught her as she tripped over the curb. Meanwhile the Uber driver took off. She wasn't his problem anymore.

"Are you alright, Miss?" Ben asked.

"Doesn't he get all the luck," Donny said, watching Ben helping the leggy blond woman. She would have been considered leggy normally, but with the stiletto heels and dress hiked up high enough to show off her garters and even give a glimpse of her panties... Well, the basketball was discarded and Ben's friends started walking to get a closer view.

"Thank you, but I'm fine," the woman got herself mostly stable and standing on the sidewalk, "I don't need any help." She tried to shrug herself free from his assistance but couldn't quite manage it. He wasn't trying hard, but she was really fucking drunk.

"Ms. Adams?" Ben said, recognizing her. She had been at his high school for longer than him, but it was only this year that he had an art course with her. There were recent rumors that her morning coffee didn't have coffee in it, but he'd never believed that. He never believed he would see any of his teachers drunk. He was especially surprised to see HER wasted like some sexpot club girl in his neighborhood.

"Oh, Benji," she said, using a name he kinda hated, "It's you. Such a good boy. I thought it was... someone else."

"Yeah, that's me," he replied, "Ben from your first period. Would you like some help walking home?"

"Fuck me spinning," her words shocked him, "That would be fucking wonderful."

She started walking, with the assistance of one of her students.

"Whoa," his friends said almost in unison when they caught up and realized who it was.

"Oh, more friends?" she asked, vaguely aware of her surroundings.

"Yeah, just the guys, ya'know," Ben assured her, "They're safe."

"Oh good," she resumed walking with his help. The other four followed a few feet behind them, enjoying the view of her partially exposed backside.

"How's things going with..." Ms. Adams trailed off for a bit, trying to remember, then decided to finish with, "...your girlfriend?"

"Tammy and I are doing great," Ben said, "We spent yesterday playing minigolf and are going to church together in the morning."

"Ha! Church," Ms. Adams stumbled a bit while laughing, "She's got you whipped. Lucky girl."

Ben's face went flush but he tried to ignore what she said. Will involuntarily broke out laughing. The other guys did their best to remain stoic despite laughing on the inside.

During art classes four students sat around each table. While the other four had a table together, Ben sat with Tammy and a couple of her "friends". Tammy thought they were close friends and people she could trust, but Ben knew that both had expressed interest in him. Not just interested; each had secretly told him that if anything happened between him and Tammy - or if he just wanted to cheat on her - they'd be more than willing. They frequently tempted and teased him during class, despite Tammy sitting right there. While he appreciated the interest and never said anything about it, Ben's heart was singularly focused on his best friend and the love of his life.

"A couple weeks ago we celebrated our five-year anniversary," Ben tried to continue talking about Tammy despite what Ms. Adams had said, "I took her out to-"

"Five years?" she snarled, "I remember my five-year anniversary. I sat home with candles and a special dinner and everything. He didn't even come home. I sat there alone, drinking wine until I blacked out. He wasn't even there the next morning. Fucking asshole."

"Oh," Ben had no idea how to respond, but tried changing the subject, "So, um, I didn't realize you lived nearby. When did you move in?" They had reached the stairs and were going up. She seemed to know where she was going.

"August," Ms. Adams told him, then spit off the stairway, "Fucking August."

"Okay," Ben had no idea how to continue the conversation. While she had meant - and he understood correctly - that she had moved last August, that wasn't all of it. August was also the first name of her ex-husband.

They continued to climb the stairs in silence, her little black dress riding up a little more with each step. Ben's friends continued following in relative silence, enjoying the view up her dress at first, and later enjoying the view as the bottom of her dress bunched up around her waist. Jason was the first one to whip out his phone and start taking pictures as they went up the stairs, but by the time they reached the 2nd floor all four were recording videos of their teacher's butt and panties. Ben was aware of this, but as much as he wanted to protect his teacher, he just couldn't bring himself to suggest she fix her dress.

Finally, they reached the 3rd floor and stood outside of apartment 314. Ms. Adams stopped and started reaching down between her legs. None of the boys had any idea what she was doing, but they were all half-cocked and fully interested. Eventually she pulled her house key from the inside of her left stocking. She started to put the key into the lock on her door.

Then she dropped it.

"Fuck my tits right off," she said, looking down, unable to see the key on the floor next to her right shoe, "Little help?"

Four boys dropped to their knees, hands holding cameras reaching out, but not to grab the key. Instead, they were using the opportunity to grab video between her legs.

"Let me get that," Ben knelt, bringing his face level with her panties. He had intended just to grab the key, but as a young man he couldn't help himself. While his hand fumbled on the floor where the key had been, his entire attention was indulging the sight and smell of her. He was the least sexually experienced of his friends, but he recognized the aroma. She was wet. Her panties were damp.

"You look good down there," Ms. Adams told her student. His eyes darted to the floor and quickly scooped up the lost key.

"Are you going to be okay?" Ben asked after opening the door.

She kicked off her heels, sending each one to places unknown in her apartment. Steading herself in her stocking feet, she then pretended to lose her balance and pressed her body against him.

"Just help me to the sofa," she said, knowing she had no intention of making it that far.

Inside Her Apartment

"You're so sweet to take me home," Ms. Adams paused in the middle of her living room, "Please, let me thank you properly."

"Um..." Ben glanced at his friends who had entered the apartment behind them. Nate was still in the doorway, but they were all looking at them. He felt they were encouraging him on, as the teacher leaned forward to kiss him on the lips. He held his breath and closed his eyes. She seemed to hesitate. Her hands gripped his hips firmly, confidently. He was hoping and imagining that she might grab his ass, so he was caught off guard when she lowered herself smoothly to her knees in front of him. She found the zipper to his pants with her lips and unzipped with well-practiced skill.

Nate closed and locked the apartment door. Ben was completely lost in what was happening as her hands gripped his pants and boxers and pulled them down. His erection was fully exposed for barely a second before she had enveloped the tip with her mouth. Every guy in the room was overwhelmed by what was happening... and thoughts of what might happen next.

Three cell phone cameras recorded the high school art teacher blissfully sucking the cock of one of her best students. Donny had forgotten all about his camera, pulled out his own cock, and started openly masturbating. He didn't want to cum. He was just edging himself and planning to fuck her mouth next.

Working his tip and shaft with just her mouth, June opened her little black clutch and pulled out her cell phone. She tossed it on the floor next to her. She searched the inside of her clutch, but there was nothing else there. She threw the purse across the room in frustration, then gently wrapped both of her hands around Ben's cock. She withdrew her mouth, pausing to lovingly lick the tip before looking up into his eyes and speaking.

"I'm all out of condoms," she told him, not even bothering to ask if he had any, "So you're just going to have to fuck me raw."

"How many-" Ben started to ask the same thought that was on the mind of every man in that room. How many condoms had she already used that night? How many guys had already fucked her when she was clubbing? How much of a slut was their art teacher?

Ben's questions were cut off as she grabbed his ass with both hands and deepthroated his cock. He felt her lips at the base, her tongue flicking his ball sack, and a strange pressure on the tip of his penis as it was pressed into her tight throat. He had never experienced anything like this before. He felt dizzy and closed his eyes, grabbing her head with both hands to steady himself. She held that position while he tried to process everything he was feeling.

Once he felt steady again Ben loosened his grip on Ms. Adam's head, so she returned to sucking his dick properly. She didn't even gasp for air, just resumed breathing steadily through her nose. As much as she hated him - for plenty of good reasons - she would freely admit that her ex-husband had trained her well. She had learned to be the perfect fucktoy. Somehow that was never enough for him.

Two cell phones beeped as they stopped recording video. Only William was still recording. While his friends were focused solely on what was right in front of them, Will was already planning to make this a regular experience.

Donny stepped forward hesitantly, trying to get Ben's attention. Ben had no qualms about sharing this slut with his friend (or friends), so he nodded silent approval. Donny moved forward, bringing his cock as close to Ms. Adam's face as he thought he could while she was still sucking Ben's dick.

"You know," Donny suggested, "I helped too."

His argument was ridiculous. Ben wanted to roll his eyes but was too lost in physical ecstasy. It didn't matter. The slut teacher just took Donny's erection in her hand and kept blowing Ben. About a minute later she swapped cocks in her mouth but kept a hand on the shaft of each one. Jason and Nate tried to figure out how to get themselves involved in this experience. Will kept recording even when he picked up her smartphone and started taking pics with it.

"Fuck me," she shouted, pulling away from both dicks, "It's too hot. Help me with this." It wasn't particularly warm in the apartment at that hour of night, but no one wanted to argue with her. Nate and Jason lept to the opportunity as she struggled to pull her little black dress over her head. The dress wasn't designed to come off that way, but as the sound of ripping fabric filled the room Nate and Jason pulled it off her. She fell backwards onto the floor. Ben and Donny just watched.

She wasn't wearing a bra.

She had barely hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties before Jason eagerly tried to pull them off her. They were both thwarted by her garters. Nate helped by unclipping her garters, then showed his own experience by expertly unfastening her garter belt. Donny and Ben looked down at the woman who was now spread out naked (except for her stockings) before them. There was an unspoken question of who would go first. There wasn't even a question whether they were going to fuck her. They knew that before sunrise every one of them would use her until they could barely walk again. It was just a question of who would go first.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Adams lifted one of her stockinged feet and placed her toes in Jason's mouth. There was a moment when no one - aside from maybe Ms. Adams - had any idea what would happen next. Even Jason seemed confused and uncertain. Then he gripped her foot lovingly with both hands and sucked her toes with extreme joy. None of his friends had ever suspected that about him but shrugged it off. His kink wasn't their kink, but that was okay. They had known each other for as long as any of them could remember and weren't about to get weird about something like that. Although at the back of their minds the other four started trying to think up ways to tease him about it later. That's just what friends do.

"Your girlfriend is still a virgin," Donny half-said and half-asked. Ben nodded.