"Elliot, another A+. Good Work. Lee, another A+ also. Good work," Mrs. Claudia Cummings recited in a bored, uninterested tone. Those would be the only two A+ grades that she'd be giving out that day. The rest of the tests in the stack she was handing back to her students was a depressing assortment of F grades, D grades, the occasional C, and a rare B.
Elliot Gate and Lee Kwon were Mrs. Cummings two best students. Thier attendance was perfect, their grades were perfect, they were both very polite, they never caused her any trouble, and they never bullied the other students. Elliot wasn't an unattractive boy, being blonde and blue-eyed, but whatever handsome features he had were buried under a layer of baby-fat that had never burned off, even in his puberty. Lee was the polar opposite, being rail-thin and always crouched over with poor posture. They were nerds. Geeks. Dweebs. Frankly, they were the only two students in Mrs. Cummings senior class who didn't fit in with the rest of the sexy sluts, macho studs, and teenage psychopaths who made up most of the school's student body.
Unfortunately for Elliot and Lee, none of that mattered at all to the salacious Mrs. Cummings, who much preferred her students who were a little more . . . 'exciting.'
Mrs. Cummings swaggered through the rows of desks in her tight blouse, tighter skirt, and with her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly against the linoleum floor. At a ripe thirty-one years of age, Mrs. Cummings was a buxom, big-assed woman at the peak of her sexuality, and the horny housewife wasn't getting a proper fucking at home, which left her to shamelessly hunt for fuck-buddies amongst the hormone-saturated students of her school. She wasn't shy about it either. Her skirt was so short that when she bent over in front of the class (which she did often and conspicuously) the skirt would ride up her ass and reveal her skimpy thong panties, which were usually damp. She always had her blouse unbuttoned so far down that her cleavage hung out like a balcony, and more than half of her lacey bra was exposed.
Mrs. Cummings was on the hunt for hard, young cock.
There were many candidates to pick from, and Mrs. Cummings bit her lip as she toured the rows of desks, admiring the young, hard bodies of her students, as a tigress might amongst deer. Most of the male students she was considering were jerks, assholes, macho studs, borderline rapists, and bullies, but that was exactly the kind of man that made Claudia Cummings' pussy wet.
There were several female students who had been drawing her interest lately as well, girls who sat in the front row wearing miniskirts, who didn't cross their legs or always wear panties. Mrs. Cummings thought it was a little strange that she found herself lusting after these perky little eighteen year old sluts (she had never been bisexual before) but when the urges came she didn't resist them. Her high school had already suffered a dozen sex-scandals this semester alone, usually between a teacher and a student (or several students), and none of them resulted in any exclusions or terminations. No one really cared. Any parent who had a sexy child and still let them attend Wet Valley High School was essentially compliant with the very, very, very likely possibility of them getting their brains fucked out by their teacher, coach, principal, or bus-driver.
The female student who had been getting most of Mrs. Cummings attention recently was Candy, Elliot's half-sister, who was almost the exactly same age as her geeky brother, and despite having the same father, the same blonde hair, and the same blue eyes, they couldn't have looked more different.
Candy was the most delicious little slut in Mrs. Cummings class, if not the entire school. Being a cheerleader and acrobat gave her a lithe, athletic body that looked almost too good to be real, and despite having a thin frame, her breasts were quite large. Candy's long, toned legs were completely bare, as was her toned stomach and lower back. Candy wore the school's cheerleading uniform, an outfit that was becoming increasingly provocative and skimpy every passing year.
This year the cheerleading uniform was was little more than a tiny sleeveless top that barely covered their breasts without exposing under-cleavage, and a skirt so short that it left the bottom of their asses exposed. Unbelievably, the thong panties Candy was wearing were part of the uniform. Granny-panties were not allowed.
"Candy Gate. Another D-," Mrs. Cummings said, slapping the test down on Candy's desk like it was a piece of garbage. Mrs. Cummings had barely resisted saying "you little retard" right to Candy's face, but Mrs. Cummings did a splendid job of showing her contempt through her expressive body language, mostly by thrusting her breasts in Candy's face.
Candy just giggled a blew a big, pink bubble with her gum, smiling up at Mrs. Cummings condescending face. The sexual tension had been building between them for weeks, and they both knew it was about to burst.
"Maybe . . . like . . . I don't know . . . I can stay after class and earn some . . . like . . . extra credit," Candy smirked, talking in her nasally, bratty valley-girl way.
Mrs. Cummings' panties were so wet she could have used them to put out a fire. "That sounds . . . excellent."
Mrs. Cummings went to the next desk. "Johnny Beretta. Another F. Maybe you should stay after class with Candy help her earn some . . . 'extra credit.'"
By now it was clear to everyone in the classroom that the only 'extra credit' that Mrs. Cummings was looking for was the kind she could have sex with. Johnny Beretta was the school bad-boy, a bully, an alpha-asshole, a conspicuous drug-dealer, a talented muscison, an amatuar tatoo-artist, and also the biggest pussy-slayer around. Rumors of Johnny's sexual prowess were legendary, and most of the school's female population fell into one of two camps: those who had gotten fucked by him, and those who WANTED to get fucked by him.
"Yeah . . . sure . . . whatever," Johnny said, crumpling up his failed test into a paper ball, and throwing it into a small wastebasket at the other end of the room.
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"Holy shit, dude. Your sister is soooooo fucking hot!" Lee Kwon said as he unbuckled his belt to fish out his little penis.
"Half-sister," Elliot said, as if that made it okay that he was spying on her while masterbating with his best friend. Elliot was too shy to actually whip his dick out like Lee was doing, but he probably should have. It was very uncomfortable masterbating in his pants, considering that his cock was actually quite substantial in size and girth. He was easily as big or bigger than any stud in school, but most people wouldn't have guessed. Elliot didn't act like a man with such a huge pipe usually did. Most men let their confidence grow to be ten times the size of their dicks, whereas Elliot's confidence wasn't a tenth of his dick's length.
Elliot and Lee were hiding in the bushes by the windows that looked into Mrs. Cummings classroom. School had ended just twenty minutes before, but the action inside was just getting started.
Mrs. Cummings had Candy and Johnny sit down, and she paced around them pretending to admonish them for their poor grades. As she strutted around though, she was popping the buttons of blouse open, one by one, slowly and with erotic purpose.
