Unknown to the boys, Denise was experiencing strange feelings. The discharge from her little kitty, the stiffness in her legs, and more confusing, the soreness 'back there'. She didn't remember Danny poking a finger in there after their dinner the other night, when they had sex. He wouldn't! She had made it known that she wasn't 'that kind of girl', even though, to be honest, she had thought about it. A lot. She'd even started watching a few anal videos, late at night, and had once used her toothbrush to see what made it seem so exciting to so many. Maybe she'd hurt something that didn't show up for a week or so?
'Well, it doesn't hurt, really; it's actually kind of stimulating,' she thought. Maybe there was something to this stuff! The porn girls certainly seemed to enjoy it -- after the initial grimacing for the camera. 'Maybe... No!' She wasn't ready to let Danny do that. Not yet. Still... it was kind of sexy.
Denise ran her hand over her butt, pausing to lightly massage the puckered part through her sweatpants. 'Hmmmm, that's not all that bad,' she thought. She wiggled her finger over the hole, pressing inward. She felt sexy. 'I could do that,' she thought, for the second time in the last couple of minutes. She decided, since she had nothing to do this evening, to get her toothbrush out. Or maybe her hairbrush.
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I was gleeful as I started texting my friends. "Party this weekend, by invitation only. You won't believe who the guest of honor is! Meet after school Friday to get directions." I was in charge of getting everyone together; Jamal was getting the room. We planned on using the same motel, since they had a reputation for not asking any questions, and they always had plenty of parking. No one with any pride ever went there!
We planned on confiscating all cell phones as the guys came in. If anyone was going to have any evidence of Miss Campbell's depravity, it was going to be us, only. This would eliminate anyone putting her on the internet, and ending our fun. We'd selected five other guys to share in the debauchery; we figured that would be plenty. A seven person gangbang with the hottest teacher in school? Epic! We would be heroes among our group!
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'God, that's starting to feel really good,' Denise thought. Her finger was busy, wiggling inside her as far as she could reach. It was awkward. She lay on her tummy with her legs widely spread, pulling her cheeks apart with her other hand. 'Not the sexiest picture, if anyone should see me,' she knew, but the pleasure was worth it. After a couple of minutes she reached for the hairbrush. It slid in easily, thanks to her busy fingers and all the Vaseline she'd used.
Denise raised herself up onto her knees, with her butt in the air. The bristle end of the brush pointed at the ceiling. She giggled, knowing what it must look like. She was totally naked, her nipples grazing erotically against her sheets, with the handle of the brush completely buried in her anus. 'My asshole,' she corrected herself; might as well call it what everyone else did.
She wiggled her hips slightly, actually liking how it felt. 'I could be one of those sluts,' she thought, grinning into the sheets. She imagined Danny burying his cock in her butt, stroking fiercely in and out, and one hand went to her pussy as she fantasized being used like that. She was wet and getting wetter. Rotating her fingertips over her clit, she felt an almost electric charge course through her. Faster now, with the hairbrush bobbing above her, she let two fingers slide between her dripping lips, keeping the other two on her clit. "Oh, god, yesssss."
It didn't take more than a minute to bring herself off. It was a big one; one Denise felt in her colon as well as in the usual spot -- a double whammy that left her breathless, sprawled flat on her tummy again, with the hairbrush quivering between her thighs. It lasted a full two minutes, and when it was over, Denise wanted more. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she decided she had time for one more. Or maybe two.
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Friday came, with everyone eager to party. Our buddies had no idea that they would be doing more than just drinking or smoking pot! Jamal and I had kept our secret. Even our guest of honor would be among the surprised; that is, if she ever found out. We were sure that would never happen.
We made our move after everyone else had left the classroom. Miss Campbell turned to us as she was erasing the blackboard, glancing at Jamal as if expecting to see the crystal. We didn't need it now.
"Okay, boys," she said, "you need to get going. It's Friday. Don't you have dates or something?" She finished wiping the board and set the eraser in the tray. She walked to her chair and pulled her sweater from the back of it, slipping it over her shoulders as she reached for her bag.
"I don't suppose we could catch a ride home, could we?" Jamal asked.
She shook her head. "Not tonight, Jamal," she responded. "I've got to drop some things at the Goodwill, then get to the grocery before it gets crazy. Friday nights are busy there."
"Awww, too bad," I chimed in. "Say, are you alright?"
Her eyes immediately dimmed, as if those three words had turned off the thinking part of her brain. "Sure," she replied absently. She stood with her arms down, not looking directly at us.
"Got a date with Danny tonight?"
She shook her head in the negative, but offered no explanation.
Jamal asked, "Why not?"
"He... he's helping his sister move," she said.
'Okay. Good,' I thought, 'this is perfect!' I turned to Jamal, who was grinning at me.
"Looks like we got it made," he said. "How late can you get away with being out?"
I wasn't sure, but I was going to stretch it for as long as I could. "You got the keycard, right?"