"So ummm...what now?" Ella inquired, eagerly looking up at Mr. Jones.
The teacher was now sprawled out on a chair, muscular legs extended, eyes studying the sexy teenager. Her little red kilt was bunched up around her mid section, her hair strewn about her head, mascara smudged across her face.
"Hmmm, what now huh? I'm not sure. What d'ya think Mr. Dawson?"
Ella glanced over her shoulder at the tall man, his butt resting on a table. He was lankier than the older teacher, strong but lacking a bit of the definition of Mr. Jones. He wasn't quite as well groomed, but with a ten inch prick did he even care?
"I guess it kind of depends on our girl here. How much time do you have Ella dear?"
"Mom's not expecting me home til later...much later."
"Okay then," Mr. Jones chimed in, "why don't you be a good little whore and grab some paper towels by the sink, clean yourself up, and then we'll fuck the shit out of you for the next three hours."
"Yes sir," Ella answered sweetly, her cunt dripping hearing what lay ahead.
Rising to her tiny sock covered feet, she turned towards the counter along the far wall. Deciding to give the two pervs a show she loosened the clasp on her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, her beautiful bare ass exposed.
"Oh my fucking god, will you look at that," Al Dawson mumbled, absently stroking his swelling member.
"Yeah," Jones replied, an odd expression on his face. "Stop."
The sultry teen paused halfway to the sink.
"Come here," he ordered.
Ella padded back to the teacher, walking on her toes, the distended inner labia of her delectable little pussy dangling lewdly. She stood in front in front of him, smiling. He returned her smile before speaking again.
"Let's see those pretty little tits."
She began slowly loosening the six buttons of her top. After two, her libidinous teacher growled impatiently, then grasping the front of her blouse violently tore it asunder, buttons flying everywhere.
"Fuck yeah Mr. Jones," the slutty school girl commented, leering back at him.
Shaking the shirt from her shoulders it fell to the floor, her small, firm tits and toned tummy revealed. Her pink nipples were like two tiny bullets protruding from her darker areolae, themselves dotted by a few tiny goosebumps.
Next she raised one foot behind her and then the other, each time reaching down to strip off a sock, eventually standing proudly before the two men, completely nude. She did a seductive little spin, her arms outstretched, eyeing the teachers as she did so.
"So, what do you think?"
"Fucking perfect," Mr. Jones and Mr. Dawson responded in unison, erections swaying in front of them.
The next few hours were absolutely insane, the cute little trollop being ravaged over and over again, taken in every way imaginable, using her tongue and lips to pleasure whichever cock wasn't buried inside her cunt.
Both teachers took turns eating her bald pussy, the feverish teen spreading her legs wide to permit them easy access, the men so thorough that she came repeatedly. At one time she straddled Mr. Jones on his desk, lowering her well fucked gash onto his waiting prick, riding him cowgirl while Mr. Dawson fed his massive dick to her mouth.
Another instance the coach hauled her down the desktop, Ella's legs hanging over the end while he fucked her in missionary. Somehow he was able to stuff his long, thick sausage inside her, filling her pussy like never before. Later he picked her up, depositing her sloppy vagina on his monster, her legs wrapped around his torso while he screwed her standing up.
She took them from behind, on all fours on the floor, each man alternating fucking her doggy style or fucking her face, Ella so dazed from what was happening to her that she would have lost track of whose cock was whose, were it not for the fact that one was almost as big as her forearm.
The pièce de résistance of their depraved evening came near the end. Al Dawson was collapsed on a chair, practically comatose, sweat beading across his entire body, his hairy bare chest inhaling deeply. He had shot his wad three times and was done.
Mr. Jones on the other hand still had a bit more left in the tank. Having also cum three times, he took a respite, viewing Dawson's final fuck session with the red head for twenty minutes. This gave the older teacher a second wind so to speak, his erection ready, willing, and able for one last tour de force.
Dawson exited the room to take a piss. Ella was like a rag doll splayed across her teacher's desk, the surface splattered with bodily fluids. She was numb but completely content, more sexually satisfied than at any other time in her eighteen plus years of life. The gorgeous slut had orgasmed so often she had lost count. Was it nine, ten, a dozen? Who knew, her sex fuelled delirium making it nearly impossible to ascertain for certain. Her favourite teacher however was not done with her.
"Ella, I'm hard again," he said matter-of-factly.
The prostrated teen partially lifted her head, peering towards him. Strands of her scarlet mane were pasted across her forehead, those cute braids strewn across the desk. Dappled with perspiration her chest palpitated lightly, lovely little tits moving up and down, the pink nipples still swollen.
"Mmm, Mr. Jones, really?" she answered, exhausted.
"Yes dear, I need your services once more."
"Oh my god sir, I don't know if I can."
She wasn't lying. All of the fucking, and fingering, and licking had left her tender pussy so raw it felt almost painfully sensitive. And her jaw was equally aching, having sucked off both men repeatedly throughout the night.
"Ella?" he said firmly.
"But Mr. Jones sir, my poor little pussy," she whimpered.
"Ella?" Jones repeated.
"And my mouth, it's tired too."
"Ella?" he said again, insistent.
"Yes sir?" she replied, growing resigned to her fate.
