The next School day, John had difficulty focusing on his lessons, his thoughts and gaze kept drifting toward Bobbi Jo and Annie. Particularly Annie. He could see an intense heat and passion dancing in her eyes.
It turned him on to know that she had watched him getting off and that she eagerly admitted to liking it.
She was blonde and much taller and full bodied than Bobbi Jo, with larger breasts and a round firm ass. John had always preferred petite, thinner women but Annie had something intriguing...something worth exploring.
He wished he knew what these two were really up to. John wondered what they talked about And what they wanted to do with him. Maybe just a panty tease and a blow job. Maybe that's all he would get. He could settle for that if he had to.
After class, Annie stayed and waited for the other students to leave. She was wearing black knee high boots with jeans and a tight blue sweater from which her breasts protruded like a pair of sharp hills.
She had been in trouble before, flirting with teachers. Last year the math teacher, Mr. Barnes complained to Principal Winters that Annie had groped him. She had gotten in trouble for that one. Everyone knew. Barnes was a puerile idiot John thought. He could've just told her to stop.
Annie walked over to where Mr.Stark was seated, sat on the top of his desk and leaned back casually on her palms.
"That was so hot watching you, daddy," she said.
John's eyes widened in surprise and arousal and he scooted back in his chair.
Daddy? He thought. No one had ever called him that.
"I want you to fuck me and make me your slut right now," Annie announced.
She leaned over to him and licked the inside of his ear. Her tongue sent a shock wave down his body and his cock began to swell. Annie slid her hand quickly down the front of his pants and grabbed onto his balls tightly.
John listened to the chatter in the hallway. What the fuck was he doing? Could he get arrested for this? Yes she was 18, but fucking students in the classroom? Surely there were laws about that.
Annie rubbed his cock and balls and French kissed him so intensely he could feel his mouth filling with her spit. God how she aroused him.
John heard the knob turn on his classroom door and pushed Annie aside quickly. She sat back down on his desk.
"Sorry to bother you Mr. Stark," said a voice.
John looked up to see Principal Winters standing in the doorway. She noticed Annie seated on his desk and frowned.
"Hello Annie," she said in a perfunctory tone.
John didn't like Alice winters. The old pedagogue was out of step with the times. It seemed she would jump on any chance she had to cause trouble.
"I would like to remind you Mr. Stark, you are tardy for our monthly staff luncheon."
John looked at the clock and at Annie and then at Principal Winters who appeared to be observing them both with skepticism. He was Glad Annie had left his pants buckled and zipped.
"Well Annie," he remarked. "Again, I think your rough draft essay on Washington Irving is excellent. Please make the changes we talked about." John rose from his seat and followed Principal Winters out the door.
He hated these luncheons. Principal Winters usually attempted some stupid motivational speech, interjecting quotes or themes from Gandhi, Mandela or some other deceased charismatic figure and their immortal struggles against oppression. Admirable but impertinent. Fortunately Annie texted him.
"So...Bobbi Jo and I were wondering something..."
What were they wondering? "? yes?", he replied. His thoughts fixated on the two hot-bodied teens.
After the Principals speech, the teachers took turns summarizing monthly highlights or scheduling events for the school calendar. John's phone lit up right as it was his turn to speak.
"Umm, so would you be down with a 3-some?" read the message.
Everyone was looking at him. He stared at them blankly. Should he tell them that his highlight was a panty teasing and sublime deep throating from Bobbi Jo? That he was in the process of scheduling three way sex with her and ultra-sexy Annie Hansen. That should go on the calendar he thought. sure.
John instead reiterated the efforts and progress his class had made in obtaining funds to attend the annual Shakespeare festival in Ashland, Oregon. That ought to cover it, John thought. He texted back to Annie.
"Umm, yes."
John lived out of town about 20 minutes from school. He had a nice cabin on a popular lake. The girls followed him there after school. No more teasing in the classroom or encounters in the parking lot.
