Article 90565 of alt.sex.stories:
From: janimmo@ionet.net (Jeffrey A Nimmo)
Subject: EROS: Skooldaze
Date: Sun, 05 Nov 95 08:26:58 GMT

			      Skooldaze
				  by
				Eros!
			       Part One

	Afterwards, Tammy Spencer would say that she had no choice,
she just had to do it. Her motives were perfectly decent, after all.
She hadn't meant to spy on anybody. It was just that she needed to use
some of the books in the reserved section of the Clinton High School
library, so she hid under a study table and remained there after
closing time. Tammy knew it was against the rules, but she really
didn't see how it could hurt anybody.

	Tammy, a straight-A student, was determined to maintain her
perfect grade average and graduate first in her class, otherwise she
would never have done anything "illegal". But graduation was near, she
was in danger of getting only a B in algebra, and she had to study
those books.

	It was while she was under the table, waiting for everybody to
leave the school building, that she heard somebody coming into the
library.  Tammy was surprised. She'd done some careful checking, and
she knew the janitor wasn't supposed to arrive till about eight in the
evening, by which time she intended to be out of the library. So who
was this?

	Tammy knew from the clicking of high heels that it was a
woman. She crawled closer to the edge of the table and peered out,
praying she wouldn't be spotted. Standing near the main desk and
looking very impatient was the Spanish teacher, Ramona Sanchez, known
to her friends as Mona.

	Tammy sighed with envy. She wished she was as sexy and nicely
built as Miss Sanchez. The teacher wasn't very tall, but she was a
knockout. She had a curvy big-titted body, raven-black hair, and a
beautiful face.  Every guy in the school had hot fantasies about her.

	Miss Sanchez opened her purse, took out her compact, and
checked her appearance. She needn't have bothered. She looked perfect.
Then she snapped the compact shut and started pacing back and forth in
front of the main desk. Obviously she hadn't come here to read.

	Tammy wished she'd go away. Precious study time was being
lost. On the other hand, she was dying to know why Miss Sanchez was in
the library after hours. No meetings were scheduled for the room at
this time. Tammy had checked that, too.

	"Come on, Bob," Mona Sanchez muttered impatiently.

	Bob? There were lots of guys named Bob. It didn't ring any
bells for Tammy, but her curiosity grew. Why would Miss Sanchez choose
the library as a place to meet this Bob? Why not just meet him in her
classroom? And why was the young teacher so anxious?

	The library door opened again, and in stepped Robert Bennett,
the history teacher. He was a handsome six-footer with dark hair and
an athlete's body. Lots of the girls thought he was the most
attractive of all the male teachers at Clinton High. As Tammy watched,
he walked right over to Mona.

	"Bob, thank goodness, you're here," she exclaimed. "I was
starting to think you'd stood me up."

	"Never," he said. "I just had to be very careful, that's all.
There'd be hell to pay if my wife ever found out about us, Mona."

	As he walked up to her, they went right into each other's arms
and kissed hotly. Tammy turned scarlet. All of a sudden she understood
everything. Miss Sanchez and Mr. Bennett had chosen the library as a
place to carry on their illicit love affair, and Tammy was going to
have no choice but to witness everything they did.

	Her heart pounded. Tammy was a decent girl, very moral and
religious in fact, and she knew it was wrong for a married man to
carry on with another woman. Sex was wrong except between married
couples, or so her strict parents had always told her.

	She knew she ought to race out of the library to call the
principal and report what she'd seen. But Tammy just didn't have the
nerve. It would be so embarrassing to pop out from under that table
and have the two teachers see her. They'd think she'd been spying on
purpose, like some weirdo. So, until she could figure out what to do,
Tammy decided to remain put.

	Helplessly she watched Mr. Bennett darting his tongue in and
out of Miss Sanchez's mouth. The cute black-haired teacher clung to
him like an eel, rubbing her slender body against his, crushing her
mouth against his mouth. She was hot for him, even an inexperienced
girl like Tammy could tell that.

	Finally they came up for air, and Mona sighed, "Oh, honey, I
hate being away from you, even for a single night. I need you so bad."

			       Part Two

	"Mona, you're going to fuck me to death if we don't watch
out," Bob chuckled. "We've got to be careful. After all, I've got to
save some for my wife or she'll get suspicious."

	"I don't like sharing you with her," Mona pouted.

	"Honey, we agreed on that right from the start," Bob reminded
her as he began unbuttoning her low-cut red blouse. "I don't intend to
divorce her. I can't do that to the kids."

	"I know," Mona sighed, "but that doesn't mean I have to like
the idea."

	All the while Bob was quickly and deftly opening her blouse.
He drew it off, leaving her in a sexy see-through lace bra that looked
ready to burst with the burden of her large creamy tits. His eyes
glowed hungrily as he ogled that nearly overflowing bra. Then he
reached around her and unhooked it, and it snapped free, sliding down
off her arms.

	Tammy clapped a hand over her mouth as she caught herself
gasping with surprise and envy. Her tiny, peach-sized tits were
dwarfed by Miss Sanchez's huge creamy melons. No wonder Mr. Bennett's
eyes looked ready to pop. Finally he took a deep breath and reached
out to hoist and mold Miss Sanchez's large but incredibly firm
breasts.

	"Christ," he sighed, "you've got the most fantastic tits,
Mona!"

	She really did, and Tammy began to wonder why she was making
it with a married man. Miss Sanchez was so gorgeous, she could have
had anybody in town. But Mr. Bennett was pretty gorgeous too, and
maybe Mona just had the hopeless hots for him like most of the senior
girls, and couldn't resist trying him out.

	She sure looked turned on now. She was backed up against the
main desk, clutching the edge and thrusting her chest forward as Bob
played with her sensitive tits. She was licking her lips, and her
heavy black eyelashes were fluttering. Gradually her big red nipples
went rigid under Bob's teasing thumbs.

	As she watched that happen, Tammy felt her own little nipples
getting stiff. She wondered why that was happening, and cupped her
small round tits through her t-shirt. They felt hot and swollen, and
the erect nipples poked hard into her palms. She couldn't recall this
happening before.

	But then she'd never seen anyone making out before. Her stern
parents were very careful never to expose her to such things. Her
reading, television and movies were carefully censored by Mom and Dad.
Even as a senior in high school, she wasn't allowed to date. She'd be
old enough for that when she went to college, her folks insisted.

	So this was Tammy's first real introduction to sex and love-
making. In spite of the strict moral principles that had been drummed
into her all her life, she was excited and fascinated. She wanted to
see everything the teachers did. She was glad now that she hadn't run
off to report them.

	She could still report them later, she told herself. In fact
it would be better to stay and watch so she could give a full report
of what they did. Having rationalized all that, Tammy got into a more
comfortable position. The underside of the table was in darkness, so
she knew she couldn't be seen.

	With Mona backed up against the desk, Bob was squeezing her
heaving tits, fondling the soft creamy, orbs until till they swelled
up, taut and proud. Now and then he leaned down to suck her stiffened
nipples or flick them teasingly with his tongue. Mona's eyelids were
at half-mast, and she was panting loudly.

	"Ohh God, Bob, you're make me so horny when you do that," she
moaned.

	Tammy kept hearing that word around school, from some of the
kids her parents had told her not to associate with. These kids all
used words like `horny', `fuck', `cock-sucker', `shit' and `pussy'.
Except for `shit', Tammy was never sure just what they meant, although
she knew she shouldn't be listening.

	But sometimes you just couldn't help it. Like right now. What
was she supposed to do, run from the room just because Miss Sanchez
had said a naughty word or two? No way. No way in the world was she
going to skip out on this fantastic show. She knew she shouldn't be
spying, but she just couldn't help herself. Again she rationalized
that she was just collecting data to report to the principal. It was
important for her to witness everything.

			      Part Three

	Bob had sucked and licked Mona's stiff red nipples until they
gleamed in the dull light. Mona was whimpering softly as he fondled
her big tits, her arousal almost at fever pitch. Obviously she wanted
to make hot love right away. But Bob didn't seem to be in any hurry.
He was taking his time and enjoying himself in a leisurely way.

	Now he took Mona's hands and guided them to his belt buckle.
Apparently this signal was familiar to her, for right away she began
removing his clothes. She undid his belt and helped him out of his
coat, tie and shirt. He was wearing a sleeveless undershirt that
showed off the big muscles of his shoulders and arms. Mona ran her
hands over his arms and chest.

	"Such a gorgeous body," she purred. "God, you're so sexy."

	"So are you, baby," he said with a lewd grin. "You're the
sexiest thing I ever saw."

	Tammy could agree with that. Miss Sanchez was like something
out of Playboy. It was hard to imagine her as a small town high school
teacher.  But that's what she was, and a very good one, too. All the
kids loved her.

	Maybe that was why she was practically tearing Bob's
undershirt off.  Mona tossed it on the floor and ran her red-nailed
fingers through the thick hairs of his chest. She rubbed her stiff
nipples into the furry thicket, making a low growling noise.

	"I'm hot, honey, so damned hot," she moaned.

	She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. That was when
Tammy noticed the enormous bulge at his fly. Could that be his cock?
The innocent teenager shivered with excitement. She was dying to see
the difference between boys and girls.

	Her parents had given her a very brief account of where babies
come from, and it hadn't begun to satisfy her curiosity. All she knew
was that men and women were built differently between their legs and
somehow they put it together to make babies. She watched wide-eyed as
Mona went to her knees and tugged down Bob's pants.

	His jockey shorts bulged obscenely. Mona grasped them and
pulled them down, and Tammy gasped with surprise. She hadn't dreamed a
cock could be that big. Mr. Bennett's ten-inch slab of meat looked as
thick as a baseball bat and just as hard and stiff.

	Bob's huge cock swung stiffly before him as Mona helped him
out of his pants and shorts and shoes. She remained on her knees,
running her fingers down to the hairy base of his prick and fisting
the huge column of blue-veined cock-flesh. She stuck out her tongue
and ran it around the engorged prick-head.

	"You'll get a face full of come if you keep doing that, baby"
Bob warned her hoarsely as Mona wrapped her full, red lips around the
flared tip and began to suck.

	"Then I better quit," she laughed, "because that's not where I
want your cum right now, lover."

	Mona stood up and Bob unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to
the floor. She skinned out of her pantyhose and shoes. He grasped her
tiny bikini panties and inched them down over her luxuriant black bush
and firm rounded ass. Again Tammy had to cover her mouth to keep from
moaning, she felt so envious of the young teacher's gorgeous body.

	She felt like a boy compared to Mona. She felt like she had no
tits, hips or ass. Of course that wasn't true, but she sure didn't
have those ripe mature curves. Tammy just hoped she still had some
developing to do.  She wanted to look as fantastic as Mona did when
she was naked.

	Bob's huge cock gave a lusty lurch and began to drip pre-cum
as he ogled his mistress' luscious body. Then he picked Mona up and
sat her on the main desk. She leaned back, bracing herself with her
arms, and Bob lifted her shapely legs up and draped them over his
shoulders. Just before he shoved his face between her thighs, Tammy
got a flash of her teacher's glistening, pink cunt-slit, and then
there was an obscene wet sucking and slurping sound, quickly followed
by Mona's hoarse moans of pleasure. Tammy wished she could see what
was going on.

	"Ohhhhh, yeah, baby, eat my pussy," Mona sobbed, clawing the
desk.  "You know I love that."

	Eat her pussy? Tammy frowned, totally puzzled. Mr. Bennett's
jerking head was in the way, so she couldn't see what he was doing to
Mona's pussy. She only knew that the horny young teacher was going out
of her mind with excitement, writhing and moaning and clawing at the
desk top.

			      Part Four

	She was surprised to feel molten fuck juice leaking from her
virgin cunt. Now that she noticed it, her pussy was on fire, and her
cunt was soaked with her hot sticky fuck cream. She had the weirdest
urge to stick her hand down inside her clothes and rub her slit. But
of course she wouldn't do that. Her mom had warned her never to touch
herself there, except with a washcloth.

	"Unnnhhhh, honey, I can't take any more," Mona sobbed. "I
gotta have your cock, Bob. Fuck me before I go crazy."

	Tammy watched breathlessly. At last she was going to find out
just what that word "fuck" meant. Bob eased Mona off the counter,
slowly and carefully, so that she slid down and was impaled on his
stiff-standing prick. His cock entered the juicy little hole at the
center of her pussy and slid steadily in.

	"Ooooooooh, God, ooooooh," she wailed.

	Tammy shivered with excitement and creamed through her panties
and jeans. She couldn't understand how Mona could take the man's
enormously thick hard slab of cockmeat into her cunt without being
hurt, but it was happening right before her wondering eyes. Mona took
every inch of Bob's long, steel-hard cock. Hot pussy-juice overflowed
her tightly-crammed cunthole and dripped down into the crevice of her
ass.

	As she took every inch of his meat, Mona wrapped her legs
around his waist, and Bob supported her by gripping her asscheeks.
Then he pushed her up against the desk and started fucking his cock in
and out of her, real hard. Mona threw back her head and closed her
eyes tightly, gurgling and moaning obscenities the whole time.

	"I love it, baby, I love to fuck," she babbled hoarsely. "Fuck
me with that big fat cock, honey... fuck my brains out!"

	Tammy was rubbing her thighs together and creaming like crazy
as she watched. Obviously fucking was the most fun thing in the world.
Mona was obviously adoring every second of it, and, with each deep
hard thrust, her prick-filled twat was overflowing with thick creamy
cunt-juice.

	"Unnnnhhhh, fuck me real hard now, Bob, I'm getting close,
baby!" she sobbed.

	Bob was grinning broadly as he fucked his stiff cock in and
out of her juice-spurting cunt. He looked almost smug, and Tammy
really couldn't blame him. He was driving the beautiful young teacher
out of her mind with pleasure. Mona's lovely face was twisted into a
lusty grimace as she rocketed toward climax.

	Tammy again felt that insane urge to play with herself, but
she decided against it... too risky. Besides, she didn't want anything
to distract her, even for a second. She wanted to see every single
thing that happened between Bob and Mona.

	Her eyes focused on Bob's wildly fucking cock, and then her
attention was drawn back to Mona again as the teacher let out a hoarse
wail and her body began to convulse. Her teeth were bared in an
ecstatic snarl.

	"You're doing it to me, mother-fucker, I'm coming,
unnnggghhhh!" she howled.

	"Ohhhhh, Jesus, me too! Fuck it, baby! Fuck the cum right out
of my cock! Take it right up that hot, sucking snatch of yours!" Bob
yelled.

	Tammy saw a river of thick, steaming fuck-cream bubble out
Mona's cunt and drip to the floor. Then she retreated far under the
table and waited for the teachers to dress and leave. She had a lot to
think about. She had to decide whether or not to report Miss Sanchez
and Mr. Bennett to the principal.

	The more she thought about it, the more she realized she
probably wouldn't. They hadn't really hurt anybody. Besides, they
would probably be meeting here again soon, if they weren't stopped,
and Tammy wanted to watch. She hadn't quite completed her sex
education, or so she told herself. So the two horny teachers were off
the hook, at least for now.

			       The End