She was holding the paper at the edge of the table, close to her open shirt, and Mr. Johnson had no choice but to look down. He followed her pen to the word “gametes” and was treated to another clear view of Amanda’s luscious breasts and puffy nipples. He paused for the slightest moment, enjoying the view, then looked Amanda square in the eye and said, “you’re supposed to know that, Amanda. Do your best.”
She looked at him with doe eyes, the end of her pen between her full lips. She pursed them together, as if she was giving the pen a kiss, and swirled her tongue over it. “I’ll try,” she said seductively. “Thanks Mr. Johnson.”
The closeup view of Amanda’s naked torso again, combined with the suggestive move with her pen was getting Mr. Johnson excited. He cursed himself for the erection growing in his khaki pants and quickly retreated to his desk, hiding his lap from the class.
Erin looked at Amanda and grinned, letting her know she enjoyed her stunt. Amanda cocked her head towards the teacher again, suggesting it was Erin’s turn to tease him.
Erin rose from her seat, taking her paper with her. Before he could stop her she came around the back of the desk, standing next to him. She stood close, her bare leg making contact with his trousers. As before, he was horrified, but no one in the class could see their legs behind the desk.
“On question 5,” she asked, leaning forward so her arm was touching his, “can we just do a diagram or do we have to describe it in words?”
The teacher was momentarily speechless. Erin’s dress barely contained her braless breasts right next to his face and she was rubbing her arm and leg against him.
“Whatever approach you decide is fine!” he barked, rolling his chair back from the desk. Erin looked down and could see a major tent in his pants. He stood up and grabbed a clipboard, holding it in front of his midsection. Erin shot a quick glance at Amanda and smiled. “Thanks Mr. Johnson!” she crooned and went back to her table.
Erin and Amanda were the last to finish the test, just a few minutes before the bell. When they finally added their papers to the pile on Mr. Johnson’s desk he looked them over and called out, “Ladies! Names! You forgot to put your names on your papers.”
The teacher watched the girls stop and exchange a conspiratorial smile and realized his mistake. Idiot! He admonished himself. You could have wrote their names yourself! Now you’ve got trouble.
Erin and Amanda backtracked to the teacher’s desk and leaned forward on their elbows, scribbling their names on the top right corner. As before, their loose tops dropped down giving the teacher yet another clear view down their shirts, and once again he watched, unable to avert his eyes from the four perfect breasts bobbing above his desk.
After writing their names the girls decided to engage Mr. Johnson in idle chit chat, flirtatiously asking if he had any weekend plans. As they lingered over Mr. Johnson’s desk, discussing the weather, their luscious tits on display, the bell rang. All the students bolted from the classroom, eager to join their friends in the cafeteria, except Erin and Amanda. They remained leaning over the teacher’s desk, elbows on the table, essentially naked from the waist up.
“You wanted to see us after class, right?” Amanda asked innocently.
“We’re sorry we were late,” Erin added. “How about if we help you clean up the lab tables? Would that be fair?”
“Umm . . . OK . . . NO! I don’t think that’s necessary,” Mr. Johnson mumbled, unable to think straight. One the one hand he was incredibly excited to have these two beautiful creatures exposing themselves to him, but on the other it was a dangerous game and he knew it. But it was too late. Erin and Amanda were already gathering the microscopes and heading for the equipment storage room.
Mr. Johnson tried to protest, but words failed him. He could only stare at their beautiful asses as they swayed through the door leading to the store room. The girls emanated sex. He could smell it, making his cock throb in his khakis. Finally he was able to clear his throat and speak.
“Uh . . . OK!” he called out, “just put the scopes on the shelves, please!” He forced himself to remain at his desk, not daring to put himself in the back room with the Nubilitos.
“Mr. Johnsooooooonnnnnnn,” Amanda sang out, “can you help us please? We don’t know which shelf to use.”
He sat frozen. He imagined the two girls in the windowless storage room, long hair and loose tops, eager to tease. What’s the harm? he asked himself. I’m just looking. But he knew being alone with the Nubilitos was asking for trouble. What if Mr. Robinson sees me? He’d never renew my contract.
“Mr. Johnson!” Erin called. “Can you come back here please? We need help.”
One voice in his head said No! No! No!, but another said No big deal — I’ll just stand outside the door and get this over with, then send them to lunch.
A few moments later the teacher stood in the doorway of the storage room, making sure the door was wide open behind him. His nervousness made Amanda excited. She’d been trying to tease him all year but he’d never taken the bait until today. She’d never seen him so flustered.
The girls exchanged glances, thrilled that they lured their cute, young teacher into the dark, cramped space. “Ummmm,” he mumbled, “just put them on the middle shelf, there,” he pointed.
The girls placed the scopes on the shelf. Erin smiled at the teacher. “We’re really sorry we were late today,” she cooed. “Is there anything else we can do to make it up to you?”
Amanda giggled at Erin’s suggestiveness. “Yes, Mr. Johnson, just let us know what else we can do, OK? We’re soooo sorry. We’ll do anything to make up for it.”
Mr. Johnson cursed his weakness. He knew the two girls were toying with him, and he was distraught by his inability to resist. He had spent the entire year taking cold showers and fighting off his desires, and finally his resolve was vanishing. He had reached his breaking point.
“Uh, thank you ladies,” he offered, a lame, last-gasp attempt at extracting himself. “I . . . I really appreciate your help. You can go and enjoy lunch now.” He felt his heart pounding inside his chest and wondered if it could be seen. Amanda smiled sweetly at him.
“Well, we can’t go just yet,” she whispered, leaning behind him and swinging the door closed. Standing close, she fixed her eyes on his and raised her fingers to the buttons of her blouse. Johnson’s eyes widened as she began to undo them.
Erin watched her friend, then, as she’d agreed, followed her lead. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her dress, quickly undoing them. She pushed the top completely down, bunching it up around her waist. Amanda undid her last button and shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, dropping it on the floor. With both girls suddenly topless in the store room Johnson’s eyes darted from one pair of full, firm breasts to the other, a startled expression on his face
“I think what Amanda is saying,” Erin explained, “is that we can’t really go and leave you in such an uncomfortable position, Mr. Johnson.” Her eyes dropped to his bulge, then back to his face. She brought her hands to her naked tits, tweaking her nipples with her thumbs, and watched Amanda step closer to their teacher. She smiled as Amanda reached out and grasped Johnson’s belt.
Mr. Johnson was nearly in shock. The situation had quickly gone from simple teasing and flashing to full-frontal nudity and touching, which crossed a very bright and dangerous line. They were topless! Amanda was undoing his belt! His heart was palpitating and his breathing got short. Even though he was only 23 he feared he was having a heart attack.
He fell back against the wall for support as Amanda slid the leather out through the loops. “See, we don’t want to go . . . until you cum,” Amanda teased, undoing his button and grasping his zipper. She pulled it down quickly, then pushed his pants down his legs, letting them pool at his feet.
Before he could move, Amanda hooked her thumbs inside the elastic of his boxers and slid them to his knees, dropping to the floor next to him as she did so. Suddenly a half-naked student was kneeling next to his naked erection, in the equipment storage room in the middle of the day, another topless student looking on. He groaned like a wounded animal but couldn’t bring himself to run. He was powerless to resist.
Amanda’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as she saw her teacher in all his glory, right in front of her face. “My God!” she hissed. “Mr. Johnson! Your cock is huge!”
Erin’s eyes also grew at the sight. Johnson’s shaft stood at a forty-five degree angle from his waist. It was red and thickly veined with a huge purple head. It was by far the biggest of the three erections she had seen so far in her life. She estimated about ten inches long, and it was as big around as her wrist. There was an almost steady stream of pre-come pouring from the smooth, bulbous head.
It was also the largest cock Amanda had ever seen, and she had seen way more than three. Getting a grip on her composure, she raised her hand and ran her fingers along the giant member before curling them into a fist, her fingertips barely touching. Johnson moaned out loud as Amanda began to stroke him up and down, slowly at first then gaining speed.
Erin grinned and again followed Amanda’s lead, reaching out to curl her own hot fingers around the enormous tool. Smiling at each other, the girls pumped him in unison, their small hands caressing his full length with plenty of hard flesh to spare. Johnson began to pant and moan. After the day’s suggestive activities there was no way he could have held back, even if he wanted to. Both girls sensed this and grinned.
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