Part One
Martin did not need to walk as silently as he could up the stairs, but he did it anyway before stepping cautiously into the doorway. His heart was beating fast from a mixture of excitement and the rush to get over here. It had been a busy day, and his window of opportunity was narrow. For the first time, TDTC, or The Desperate Teachers Club as they now called themselves, would play a scene written by one of the boys, for today was Martin's idea. He had not written a complete story polished and published on Literotica, but there was a loosely sketched scene that Miss Anderson had agreed to play out. He had promised himself he would complete it and post it straight afterwards. Learning from real-life action seemed exciting and a route to a better story.
As Martin peered around the door, he smiled and relaxed for the first time. She was precisely where she was supposed to be. Melanie's back was to him, and her nightshirt was lifted enough to show him her bare backside. It was precisely the wondrous first sight of his victim that he hoped it would be. Melanie sat pretending to be unaware of his presence. Very slowly, her arms lifted the shirt a little more, showing the base of her spine, and then her hands ran over her ass and legs. She was moving slowly and sensuously, just as he had written. Martin edged a little further into the room to ensure a better view of what would happen next, comfortable in the knowledge that he would only be discovered when the script said so.
Melanie slowly slipped her shirt off one shoulder, and as Martin held his breath, her left breast popped out. Her hand ran slowly over the mound of flesh. Miss Anderson seemed to savour every touch, and then her arm dropped, revealing her already hard nipple to him. It was so exciting that it was hard not to get involved immediately or to tell her how amazing she looked. Of course, he was not supposed to be there and wanted this experience to be as authentic as possible. Miss Anderson felt the same, he believed. So Martin remained silent. Then he noticed her two lovely legs. Her toes were the only part of her feet touching the ground, so it was like she had high-heeled shoes on. This made the best legs in the school look even more incredible, and of course, she was naked from the waist down. Nothing was hidden from him. For a moment, all he could do was hold his breath and silently admire the view.
Today was Martin's birthday, and when the others asked what he wanted, the debate had gone around in circles. It was Danny who had then produced Martin's outline of this idea. It was something Martin had wanted to tell the TDTC about. Up to then, though, the teachers had been in charge, and perhaps they would object to not being in control. Truth be told, he wanted to do it with Miss Anderson. It was her that he saw in his mind as he scribbled away. But what would she think?
He had a brilliant threesome with her, and Mrs Banner, Danny of course, had fucked Melanie in the basement, but he wanted his own one-to-one time with her. Probably he would have chickened out of showing everyone his idea because, having written it, he was immediately consumed by doubt and fear. A terror that he would spoil what they had rather than move their little club forward. He did not feel his ideas were good enough and was terrified of them thinking badly of him. This scene moved into the realm of his lovely teacher, not wanting what he would do to her. It had been horrific when Danny produced the story and showed it to the two desperate teachers right before him.
Melanie fell backwards onto the bed and then edged her body towards the headboard. This moved her into a position where Martin could see better. Her hands ran over her stomach as she lifted her shirt and showed him more of her body. What had she called it? Oh yes, unwrapping his birthday present. Her legs bent at the knees and opened, exposing her pussy. Then finally, she sat up a little and showed her tits. She was doing it so well, moving slowly, keeping the allusion of being alone and helpless. Martin knew that she would remove her shirt next, and he held his breath, waiting for the moment and then it happened. Melanie ran her hands over her body once more before crossing her arms and lifting the shirt over her head. She lay on the bed for a moment, rolling from side to side. Her hands were above her head, stretching her body. She was completely exposed and vulnerable should a visitor surprise her unexpectedly. Everything was as Martin wanted it to be, and now was the moment to surprise his victim.
"Oh yes! This is perfect!" That had been Miss Anderson's first reaction to reading Martin's idea. She looked at him intently, her lovely eyes looking straight into his. Maybe sensing his embarrassment, she further reassured him. "I'd love to be your helpless victim Martin," she had said, "taken by you when I am naked and all alone. Made to do whatever you want me to do." Her reaction surprised and delighted him. Then she had made them laugh with the helpless pose she had struck. This had already made Martin's cock go hard but what happened next made him rock hard. Melanie gave him a long passionate kiss, thanking him for writing them both a scene and observing that she could not wait. His happiness was complete when she pointed out precisely what Martin had been thinking: they needed some one-to-one time together. Mrs Banner suggested that as the story outline was called "my birthday treat," they should do it on Martin's birthday. The TDTC sprung into action and began to plan their fifth scene. This required somewhere for the home invasion scene to take place. Mrs Banner came to the rescue, and there were things to buy, timings to agree. There was quite a list.
Melanie reached over and opened the drawer beside the bed; she grabbed something and then turned it on. The room filled with buzzing as the vibrator sprung into life. She had lifted herself, supported by her right arm, and her legs were splayed open right in front of Martin. She closed her eyes. As she did, the vibrator was gently placed on her clit. Over the noise of the vibrator, Martin heard her take two deep intakes of breath. It was clear how much she liked what she was doing, and Martin loved the idea of spying on her when she was pleasuring herself. The story said she was unaware of him, but Martin hoped she was turned on by knowing he was watching her every move.
The TDTC had debated the practicalities of the story quite a bit. They had no vibrator; neither of the teachers had used one before, so they had to decide what to buy. Ultimately, they agreed on a couple and that it was safest if Melanie bought them. Danny had joked that with the lube and the butt plug, the TDTC was building up a collection of props. Then after many more conversations, it was agreed that Melanie would not try the wand before she acted out the scene. That way, the experience would be fresh for her. Judging by what was happening in front of him, Martin felt that this choice and toy selection were paying off. It was perfect and so hot watching her pleasuring herself and the the look of joy on his teacher's face.
Melanie's movements were so slow, but her constant gasping made Martin so horny that he could not wait to get involved. Slowly she began to move her hips a little, and Martin was fascinated by how her asshole would pucker up, open a little and then return to its standard size. Melanie's whole body began to shake, and her gasps changed into lengthy, drawn-out groans of pleasure. Her lovely legs drew back. She crossed her ankles over using the other hand to play with her slit, and then, more tantalisingly, her finger played around the edge of her ass hole. And then the "yes's" began precisely as he had scripted. This was the sign they had agreed on that she was close. Melanie turned around, pointing her ass at him as she knelt on the bed. Suddenly, she seemed to freeze her mouth open before dropping the vibrator and frantically rubbing her clit with her fingers and then she let out a long cry of pleasure. Panting, she lay back and picked up the vibrator. She turned it off before looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the last moments of her orgasm as it faded away.
Part two
Now was the moment Martin had been waiting for. Time for Melanie's unexpected visitor!
