Monday arrived and school began. My first class was Freshman English, and I gave the nubile youngsters an hour of bullshit about good grammar and assigned about ten minutes worth of homework for them to do.
If that was all that was going to be expected of me then it was going to be a very easy two months, and once, I was settled in and accepted for another term, it would be an extremely easy and satisfying life. I didn't plan on spending the rest of it at Mountainview, mind you, but just long enough to save up about a three figure sum, enough to give me a year or more of freedom, to wander about and do nothing or find another job.
For now I could just sit back, cash my checks, and read to all those lovely cunts, spew out some random wisdom, and assign oodles of homework.
Thinking of which: I hadn't gotten around to grading the book reports that had been turned in Friday. Rather than stick myself with more work at night, I decided to give my attention to them during the next period, which was one of my free ones.
I got up too late for breakfast that morning, so I had put a piece of cheesecake in a paper bag and brought it with me. I made my way to the teacher's room and sat down to eat it with a cup of coffee and grade the reports.
Most of them were predictably pretty lousy, just stupid, uncreative synopses of typical high school novels about young spunky girls in some kind of melodramatic danger due to a missing glove or birthday cake.
I was halfway through the fifth one when Miss Jane Darwin, the gym teacher, and my dinnertime masturbator, came in and fixed herself a cup of coffee.
"Well. hello," she said, smiling broadly, winking. "And how are you today, honey?"
"I am just fine, Miss Darwin. Good to see you again. We didn't get to talk too much during out last encounter."
"That's true. Our conversation was pretty much under the table, so to speak."
"How true," I said.
We exchanged leers.
She sat down beside me and sipped at her coffee. The liquid was steaming but she took larger and larger gulps. She was a tough bird, that Miss Darwin.
"No class for you this period?" she asked.
"Free period. I was just marking some papers from my class last Friday." She grinned. "That's what I like to see, an industrious instructor. It honors the entire teaching profession." She took a long drag on the coffee.
“And what are you doing? Don't you have any little girlies to teach how to throw abaseball?"
"Yeah, but I cut out for some of this. I left one of them to supervise for a few minutes."
"I see…" I looked her over, keeping my leer intact. She was a helluva piece. I realized that she'd had her fun with me but I hadn't yet reciprocated. I said, "You know, that incident at dinner Friday, it really showed a remarkable imagination. And daring. You really raised my interest."
"Your cock was what I raised on Friday, baby, heh heh heh," she laughed into her cup.
"You certainly did. I hope that we will be able to get together again, but under less covert circumstances. And with fewer interruptions from a maid serving dessert."
We both laughed in remembrance.
She sipped at her coffee, and I returned to my book reports. Another story about a girl detective.
"I guess I better be getting back to my girls pretty soon. Bring them in, get them dressed."
"Ha, ha, you know I would gladly trade jobs with you. You could teach my classes English grammar and I could teach your girls how to play baseball. And of course every now and then I'd pay the official visit to the locker room as they're all getting changed. Now there's a fantasy, dozens of cunty young things, innocently undressing, showering and me there, just watching them, a big grin on my face."
Jane nodded her head slowly. "I could tell you how close you are to the truth, but I mustn't. That's got to stay my little secret, all mine."
"Hm, sounds mysterious," I said. “Come on now, surely after what we've been through together, you can level with me. What's the sexy secret?"
"I shouldn't tell you, really."
I moved my chair closer to hers and put an arm around her broad shoulders.
"Let's hear the dirt. I'll be very grateful if you tell me. In return, I will do just about anything your little heart desires, Miss Darwin."
"Like what, for instance?"
"Hmm, let me see," I said, contemplating this. "How about if I promised to piss all over you? Or… if I swore I would fuck you in the ass for three solid hours? Am I tempting you? Tell me if I'm getting warm."
"I don't know about you. but I'm getting a little heated up, right between my legs. You trying to excite me?"
"I might be."
"Tell me your secret about the girls. I'll promise to eat out your black cunt till you cry uncle."
She laughed, but she shook her head as she did. "I… I really can't tell you. I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. I don't want to lose my job."
"Give me a hint. It has something to do with the girls in the gym. With the locker room maybe?"
"Don't ask."
“Hey, do you get turned on by looking at the girls undressing? Is that it?"
She was silent, but I saw her choke on her coffee. I must have hit on something. I asked her to tell me the story, I told her I wouldn't breathe a word of it to anyone.
"Well," she said, "you practically guessed it. I swing both ways, with guys and girls."
"Aha. How long has that been going on?"
"Oh, ever since college, I guess."
"And you get turned on by these young things around here, do you?"
"I sure fucking do, just like you, I bet."
"Have you ever… balled any of them?"
"I ain't crazy, sugar. If I ever did something like that, and it got reported, I'd never teach again in my lifetime… No, I just watch them. But under special circumstances, from a very private viewing room."
"Such as?"
"My office."
"I don't follow."
"At the back of my office there is a hole, a crack in the wall that looks out on the shower and the locker room, you dig, Mr. Eastman?"
"And you go there and watch them while they're taking showers, is that it?"
"That's it, honey."
"Far out. I wouldn't mind a setup like that for myself."
"Just don't tell anybody."
I shrugged, winking at her. "What's to tell? So you got a hole in your wall? You didn't put it there, did you? "
"Nope. It got there gradually, from the dampness in the shower room. It rotted the plaster away."
I nodded at her. I started to consider what she had told me, her slightly perverse admission. "So what do you do while you're watching them, Miss Darwin?" I asked her, as if I couldn't guess what she did.
"Oh, I fiddle around."
"I bet you do."
What an incredible faculty! I thought to myself, as I considered this new development. And then I had an idea, a very obvious one but a very exciting one.
"Hey listen, Jane, why don't you invite me in for the next show there?"
"Huh? You?"
"Yeah. Let's watch together, the next time the girls go in to get changed."
"Are you crazy? It's too risky, man!"
"No, it's not. Come on, we can do it. When do the girls come in to change?"
"In about ten minutes, but I can't let you come into the girls' locker room. Somebody will see you."
"Who's gonna see me? Nobody is in the halls right now. Come on, it's gonna be fun. It will be a lot better than our last adventure together."
She smiled at this reference. I think that may have won her over. She didn't want to seem like a prude, after what we had been through together.
"Shit," she sighed, shaking her head. "If we get caught we better start looking for jobs in another line of work. Baby, nobody's gonna like this if we get caught."
"Ha. ha! Come on, let's go…"
There were no people in the halls, and we scurried along without being seen. She went into the locker area ahead of me, checked that it was all clear, and then signalled me to come along. She passed me into her office and closed the door. I had made it without any sirens going off.
"Okay," she said, "you wait here and I'll be back in a minute or two. Stay away from the door."
I took a chair and sat down in a corner next to a bin filled with basketballs and volley balls and baseball bats. I heard a shrill whistle go off. It was Miss Darwin calling the athletes in for their showers.
In another minute there was a great deal of noise, the sound of running feet by the dozen, and chirping, laughing, sexy, girlish voices.
Miss Darwin slipped back in, opening the door only a crack, and slamming and locking it behind her.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Sure am."
She went to the back of the room and threw aside a black curtain that hung on a rod from the ceiling. There was a small couch behind it and a tall filing cabinet.
"Help me move the cabinet."
I helped her. Behind it there was rotted plaster at the top of the wall, near the ceiling. She pulled the couch over and stood on it and gave me a hand up.
"Look through the wide crack there. Shade your eyes to cut out the light,"
I looked. Sure enough, there was a hole piercing through to the shower room and looking out at the lockers beyond. The locker room must have been built lower in the ground than the rest of the building and so you got a full overhead view of the whole area.
I was quickly concentrating on all the young things stripping off their gym outfits and didn't notice, till the sound of a shower spray hissing onto the tiles of the stall came to my ears, that someone was already in there. I lifted up on my toes and looked down. I froze, catching a deep breath at the erotic shock of seeing the nubile nymphet only a few feet away, naked as the day she was born, scrubbing away with a big cake of soap on a sexy, hairy blonde bush that sprouted between her slim, tapered thighs.
"See anything?" Miss Darwin inquired.
"I'll say," I whispered back.
Two more naked belles entered the open stall, a redhead with genuine carrot-top pussy hair, and a shapely brunette. They skipped under separate nozzles and turned the steamy water on full blast. They scrubbed with the soap.
I stared at the redhead. In a moment her lushly curved body was blanketed in a soapy film as she briskly rubbed the bar around her every nook and round cranny. I pressed my face against the narrow crack in the wail, as she leaned over, turning away from me, and presenting to my view her perfectly rounded ass cheeks, pink and glowing, and the slim, rippling flesh of her thighs, and, as she turned her hack to face me, that luscious scarlet-fringed slit of her young, tight pussy. God, what a sight!
I gazed at a newcomer, another brunette, petite and pretty, washing herself under the steady spray, unaware, all of them, of my feasting eyes, my eager gaze lapping up the exciting spectacle of their collective nudity so close to me.
Another blonde, her hair tied up in a bun; parted her legs and dipped one hand between them, sliding the bar of soap up and down along her fleecy crotch, the creamy soapsuds clinging to her cunt lips and curly golden hairs.
A tingling of delicious excitement flowed through my groin. This was the sexiest piece of theater I had witnessed in many a moon. I stared and stared at the multitude of voluptuousness, the rippling flesh of a dozen or so unclothed teenyboppers, and all the while my cock spasmed and grew and pushed out from my trousers.
Pair after pair of pert young tits, round pink bellies, and lightly curled, sparkling hair-triangles of every color danced into that shower room and under those sprays, soaping and washing their fronts, their bouncing buttocks, scrubbing the accumulated sweat from between their ass cheeks.
Jane Darwin ran her large, muscular hands around the crotch of my pants. She pressed her face against it and finally fingered my zipper and tugged it down.
"You don't mind, do you?” she chuckled.
"Not in the least. Do just what you feel you must, heh heh. And I do mean.”
She fumbled in my fly, and stuck her hand in, getting a good grip on the stiffening prick within, and she pulled it all out. It shot its head up to the ceiling immediately, and grew another two or three inches. Miss Darwin sighed loudly, in admiration, of course.
"Wow, baby," she sighed. "When I jerked you off at the party, I could tell you were big, but I didn't know just how fucking big! Wow, that's a horse cock you got there!"
"Well, I give it plenty of exercise."
She stroked it up and down, as I returned my eager gaze to the crack in the wall and the chorus line of prep school darlings, with their lovely tits and asses and hairy deltas. I looked hard, still hardly believing I was seeing all that delicious pussy littered around the nearby locker room. I recognized several of the girls from my classes and that made it just that much more exciting.
Beyond the shower, at the row of lockers, they were busily drying themselves off with identical blue towels, jerking the length of cloth back and forth through their hairy, wet crotches, buffing their pussies dry. That done, they would powder themselves and then pick up their bras and hang them carefully over their growing breasts, the nipples firmly sticking out from the titilation of that steaming shower spray. Then to the panties, daintily slipping in one shapely gam after the other, sliding the tight silky garment up their wide thighs, all soft babyfat, and up over their tender pink bottoms and powdered rosebushes. One girl put so much talc on her pussy, in fact, I thought for a moment she had gone prematurely white-haired.
Jane Darwin, all this while, was actively beating at my cock, and it responded appreciatively to her tough caresses, growing harder and longer.
"That's it, baby," I whispered down at her. "That feels real nice… stroke that cock, baby, yeah, move that big black hand all around it…"
Then I heard my name spoken by one of the showering chicks and I cocked an ear to the wall.
"Ooh, yeah, he's just the cutest," someone was saying.
It was a short, black-haired girl. A tall blonde answered her, as she ran a bar of soap through her cunt and up between her big titties.
"I'll say… mmmm, how I would like to have him right here, right now, with his clothes off…"
"Oh go on," said the other, "you wouldn't know what to do with him, in the shower or in bed."
"Oh yeah? That's what you think! Why, I'd take his big, stiff prick-" (How did she know it was stiff just then?)"-and I'd stick it right into this hot pussy of mine. It's aching for a cock to fill it up. Yeah, that's what I'd do…" She then stuck the bar of soap a good three or four inches into her damp hole, crouching over and twisting it several times.
"Well, Vicki, how do you know he's got a big cock, anyway? He might have just a tiny little thing that wouldn't fill even a tenth of your gruesome cave."
"Oh no, he's built, I can tell."
"And how do you know that?"
"How do I know?"
"Yeah, how?"
"I, uh.., he showed it to me."
"Oh, you're full of shit!" the girl exclaimed, laughing derisively at her showermate.
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am hot."
"Besides, he's probably a fag anyway. Why else would our glorious leader Hoag hire him for this place, with all of us pussies running around?"
"What's that got to do with it?" The dark-haired cunt was now scrubbing the scrumptious ass of the tall blonde. Blondie put both her hands on her ass cheeks and spread them so that the other girl could stick the soap right into her dark valley.
"Come on, tell me, why does his teaching here mean he's got to be a fag?"
"Well, I mean, it stands to reason. Hoag's not going to hire some straight guy for this place and take a chance on him seducing one of us."
"Oh shit, that's no proof. Besides, even fags go both ways sometimes. I mean, they can fuck girls when they want to do it, can't they?"
Blondie was still bending over, and the darker one was still administering the soap to her bottom.
"Sure, they can fuck girls…just the way they fuck men, right in the asshole!" And as she said that, she pushed her middle finger deep into the blonde's open, freshly-scrubbed, pink anus.
"Owww!" the girl squealed, jumping forward away from her.
"Ha, ha'"
"You rat!" the girl laughed back.
They stood for a moment under the needlepoint spray. Then they turned off the water and stepped over to their towels. They rubbed their faces and hair. Shiny droplets of water ran down over their bellies and into their plump, flower-like pubic bushes. They lowered their towels to their crotches and dried between their legs. Slowly, much too sensuously for the innocent young things they were supposed to be, they massaged their pubic regions with the towels, manipulating the fluffy cloth up and down, back and forth between their legs, the nether lips visibly parted. And then they were drying their breasts, squeezing them together inside the separate towels, the firm flesh rippling as each girl's twin globes were pressed together, released, then pressed together again till the nipples almost touched-but not quite.
I was transfixed, having heard their interesting dialogue, and now watching the continuing erotic spectacle of these two young beauties rubbing down in such, a flagrantly sexual style, enough to make me come even without Jane's help.
I didn't breathe, except for an occasional low snort in response to the increasing rapidity of Miss Jane Darwin's tugs on my wet, throbbing, maddened dick.
"Can I suck on it, honey?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, of course," I nodded impatiently. "Suck on it, and swallow the come down… and then I'll fuck that black cunt of yours… I'm horny as hell now, baby, and you're going to bear the brunt of it…"
There was only one girl still in the shower when the gym teacher put my solid erection into her mouth and sucked it down her deep throat.
"That's it, baby," I groaned down at Miss Jane Darwin, catching a glimpse of my prick being swallowed up, all the way to the base on a single gulp. Miss Darwin might have swung both ways, as she said, but right now she was definitely swinging. "Suck it, suck it," I told her, needlessly.
Then I turned my gaze back to the shower room, feasting my eyes on what I imagined to be my last look at nude jailbait for a while. Little did I know.
The only girl left inside there was yet another blonde, prettier than most at the school, and that was quite a distance to go, for Mountainview certainly had its share of absolutely gorgeous golden bombshells.
Just then the bell rang for the next class, and most of the girls quickly pushed off, out of the locker room and on to their next class. But this beautiful blonde in the shower was late for some reason. She hurried with her shower, scrubbing away frantically with one of those bars of soap that had done so much service in the past ten minutes, washing so many warm and sweaty twats.
She washed herself off under the spray and then, instead of going out for her towel, she glanced out to see if anyone was still around. Content that there was no one to see her, she then squatted over, opening her lovely cunt and loosing a full, fast stream of golden urine. I guess she must have thought it was faster than going down to the toilets. I watched intently, eyes focused on her crotch, as the urine poured out for half a minute. Then she stepped under the shower again, washed her pussy once more, shut off the spray and ran out to the lockers, out of my view.
They were all gone now, those visions of delight. It was like a dream, and now the dream was over. But I did not wake up from it to cold reality, but to the equally delightful image of a big black lady gym teacher sucking my cock.