When I walked into my college-level senior English class that warm spring day, I was expecting the usual hi-jinks. School was nearly finished and most of my students, even though they were the best & the brightest, had shut down some weeks before. They were all graduating, all accepted at college, all kicking back & enjoying their last month of high school. Oh, they weren't being utterly disrespectful or rude, nor were they defiant or insubordinate in any major way. But the dress code was ignored and the boys no longer kept their ties tightly knotted, the girls had forgotten the top buttons of their blouses even existed and their skirts were apparently shrinking. Like most of the other teachers, I threw up my hands and smiled right along with them. We had just read “A Separate Peace” and everyone was trying to be a Finny, the "model boy (or girl) who is most comfortable in the truant's corner", and they were succeeding. Today, I found the usual assortment of notes strewn through my room. I read them, typically they were dirty jokes & caricatures of me (some of them ludicrous, the rest on the mark) --- the elder teacher (well 50 is old, I admit) with a ponytail and beard. The general opinion seemed to be that I belonged to the "hippy" generation and that I was exceedingly cool. At least that's what the drawings showed. Then there was one note in a sealed envelope tucked in my desk drawer. Now this was unusual to put it mildly.
I sat and listened to the giggles & laughter as the seniors exchanged yearbooks, signing books & dissing one another. My book was circulating the room & I was being prevailed upon to autograph books. In a brief break, I slit the edge of the mystery envelope. I took out the note and with it were photos or computer printouts of photos. I immediately put them back for they were absolutely pornographic. One showed two of the most macho senior boys in a hot 69. Their bodies were muscular and smooth, almost hairless and they were sucking each other's cocks. Neither seemed able to take all of the others organ into his mouth and their balls...well they were exquisite, large and lightly furred. The boys seemed to be in ecstasy. My cock was lurching in my Dockers, for I had never seen anything as powerful. I snuck the second photo out. It was of another senior boy...tall, slim, blond, beautiful, being serviced by one of the girls who was sucking his long lovely cock. From the photo, I guessed it had to be over 8" long, and my mouth watered as I looked at it. The third was of the same boy being fucked in the ass by another of the senior boys, one of the football players from the first photo. This angel's face was filled with passion and joy while he was being sodomized by a cock that had to be 9" long and 2" around. My brain reeled and my cock throbbed. In all my years of looking at erotic photos, on the internet & elsewhere, I hadn't felt such power. Undoubtedly this was because I knew these boys and recognized the girl, one of the bevy of cute black girls who roamed the halls in a pack. I suddenly was struck by a major question. Who had taken these salacious photos and why were they on my desk? Which of my seniors could have done this? I slipped the first three photos into the envelope and opened the note.
The answer became obvious. There was a 4th photo, of Amelia Beaulais, one of my loveliest and smartest girls, quite naked, her legs spread and both the "angel" and the pretty black girl were servicing her. The girl was kissing her breasts and the boy was between her legs. Amelia’s face was blissful, looking like she had just cum and her hands were in the boy's hair. The 5th and final photo was of Amelia stroking the girl's hair while the girl (now in a strap-on) fucked the "angel" in the ass. All three were looking at the camera, each with a look of lust in their eyes. I knew I was blushing and when I read the note, I must have been burning! It read, "Sir, Jenny, Alex, and I would love to play with you...please?"
I looked up and amidst the pandemonium, I saw Amelia gazing at me. I met her eyes and saw the silent plea there. I slowly nodded yes, just as the bell rang. The students all disappeared except for the girl who had just propositioned me. She stood and came to my desk. I sat, frozen in place and time. She stroked my hair and whispered, "I want you so much right now. Will you please fuck me, Teacher?"
