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Informed she has no contract extension: Ms Moore makes her final detention supervision at Glebe College; a truly memorable one....
Ms Rochelle Moore, was fed up with cocky assistant principal; Bob O’Hearn. But he ran the relief budget. Sure she was a term only temp teacher and she really wanted to be re-hired again but she kept getting the extra shit jobs. This place wasn’t the type of school any teacher; temp, relief or permanent was climbing over everyone else to get into. But here she was sucking it in again...to keep her name at the top of the list for Glebe: next semester.
‘Yes’, she had responded straight away when Bob told her she had the detention class to supervise after school: making a joke that it was her final time for the term.
It was Monday afternoon of the last week of term two and Rochelle needed her vibrator not an extra hour hanging around school. She knew she was sexually tense since breaking up with Matthew four weeks ago. She needed to move on. At twenty-five she couldn’t remember a cock gap of a whole month through her early twenties. It just wasn’t right. Still she grabbed a pile of tests to mark and headed for C Block.
Glebe Central College was inner city, testosterone fuelled, graffiti splattered; under resourced, full of scummy rundown classrooms, horrid dark locker filled corridors and sweaty youths. An outdated curriculum, an aging, close to retiring staff and no girls to calm the fifteen hundred boys from thirteen to eighteen into any sort of male decency.
Rochelle knew her looks helped her keep all her classes in line. Her year twelve senior English class, all perverts and wankers; she had quickly decided; were no exception. Well she was a classy long haired brunette in a stunning tight fitting red skirt and matching jacket in a sea of grotty grey uniforms and daggy blue male staff suits. She also knew the discipline techniques to more than keep her head above water, with those few narky, sharky, youths.
The designated detention classroom had two senior students: she had checked the list when collecting it from the office.
Joel Harris and Jarryn Peterson. There was she decided something about boys whose names started with J: all had impetuous, spontaneous behaviour that always got them detentions. Actually; it was most letters of the alphabet and boys at Glebe. Rochelle realised she’d need a nineteenth century name for any of her own offspring one day to avoid associations with some college dickhead student who had crossed her path.
Both Joel and Jarryn, had wagged maths class and were caught smoking behind the gym.
How original: mused Ms Moore.
They were both big college lads,already eighteen, squeezed behind puny little desks, at opposite sides of the room. The wooden desks actually bolted to the floor and tape marking a square where the chairs had to remain...on four legs. On the wall next to the whiteboard were the rules of the Time Out/Detention Room. Summed up as: Silence. NO electronic devices and get some school work done.
Both boys took in who was supervising; but knew better than to stare or perv...Ms Moore was a know bitch for doubling detentions.
Rochelle marked her test papers efficiently, too proficiently. Screw multi-choice she concluded as she finalised her mark book. She couldn’t leave the room. Yes the goddamn room had a list of teacher instructions taped to the front supervising desk. And highlighted in bold at the top: the room was never to be left unsupervised.
She looked at her watch. She looked at the wall clock. It was four o’clock. Still half an hour to go. What to do?
O’Hearn was at the door, motioning to Rochelle to step into the corridor, where she could still observe both boys in the room. Bob told her quietly there was no contract extension for next term. She would finish on Friday. He said, thank-you's would be at the regular staff morning tea, Friday, and just walked away.
Rochelle was back at the teacher’s desk; extremely pissed off and seething internally. She only had four days to circulate her name around the other city schools...public and private, to secure temp work for next term and her confidence had taken a body blow.
Screw you, O’Hearn, you faggot; was the nicest of her immediate thoughts.
She realised in her agitation she had been opening and closing her legs as she was swivelling on the teachers chair and the two senior college lads eyes weren’t on their maths books but were looking straight up her red skirt.
Rochelle had never needed stocking. She had great legs, always beautifully shaved and wore skimpy lacey partially see through underwear. She knew what was going on.
She was suddenly enjoying watching the guys eyes rove as she swivelled and opened her legs wider. Rochelle was trying to remember what knickers she had on. She knew they were petite by their feel and shape under her skirt...oh it was her pale yellow semi-through briefs. Shit her dark trimmed pubes above her shaved slit must be visible under the thin yellow fabric...to the two young men. Yeah, seniors, yeah eighteen...but boys...when it came to sex and sexual experience and sexual opportunism...Rochelle knew all this.
The attention on her body took the tension of O’Hearn out of her mind.
Rochelle started swivelling and squeezing her thighs together and opening them. She was also unknown to the lads squeezing her pussy muscles and building her internal moisture, very easily.
Ms Moore was running the show and was enjoying her captive audience of two.
Big blonde Joel was licking his lips and obviously playing pocket billiards with one of his hands. Swept back, darker- longer haired Jarryn was wiping his sweaty brow with one hand and trying not to draw attention to some groin rubbing with his other open palm.
Rochelle was suddenly up. She shut the door and was sitting on a student desk between the two senior students. Their eyes had followed her every movement.
“Right boys... Over here now...in front of me...Quick...Jarryn...Joel”
“Explain that bulge in your pants...Joel Harris”
Stupefied silent embarrassment.
“You too...Jarryn Peterson”
Dazed quiet awkwardness.
“Oh loosen up you pricks and get your cocks out where I can see them” she said playful.
If there is a string of words young guys respond to ...it’s ‘get your cock out’ and they both did. Two lads, happy and plenty of relief too, as they both eased the constriction in their school pants.
Rochelle was impressed. Two hard firm very erect pricks.
“Very nice” she said but the guys weren’t sure where all this was heading.
Rochelle got them on the same page as herself; spreading her legs across the student desk, hitching her skirt and pulling her creamy yellow knickers to the side and saying: “I bet you wanted to see all of this” More a rhetorical comment...as the guys were both cuntstruck.
Ms Moore had what can only be described as a beautiful cunt. But she closed her legs and stood up.
“Okay...slowly remove my clothes and I mean slowly...girls like that...remember that”
Joel and Jarryn were slow because they were too fumbly excited.
Ms Moore’s red jacket and white blouse were off. She had a pretty lacey yellow bra that matched her knickers, but it was her copious melons and cleavage that had the two guys wondering what to do next? They both knew like fine fragile porcelain, something’s were off limits...were they in for a surprise.
“Get the clasp undone and ease the shoulder straps off...Joel” she said leisurely. Ms Moore realised they were more intimidated than they were complete sexual novices.
Joel groped and fumbled with the clasp but finally had it undone. Each boy released a strap and two stunning breasts were on full view. They were round, big and totally natural. A perfect pair with prominent eye catching nipples.
“One each” said Rochelle.
Finally the guys let their urges dominate their timid minds. They were doing a really good job on each tit. Joel working a nipple between his fingers. Jarryn enjoying the weight of her other breast, cupping her gorgeous roundness. Then both lads were fondling, caressing and massaging, awesome titties.
There are boobs and there are shapely large boobs. Ms Moore was endowed with firm round spheres that had the oomph factor. Perfect, perfect tits. Spongy, supple and so goddamn round. Surely modelled on the tits God gave Eve for Adam.
Rochelle was starting to get impressed with the two seniors and was quite randy herself; as well.
“Oh suck them off” she said...taking the action up a notch as she grabbed a pecker in each hand and gave them a series of tugs, yanks and jerks.
The seniors were both sucking her nipples: kissing her breasts and licking the delicate pinkness of her areola. Obsessed with her stunning big titted roundness.
Rochelle was ready. She knew the guys cocks were over ready. She unzipped and dropped her own skirt and was leaning back over the student desk. Her pussy on display as her panties had earlier been pulled to the side.
Two crimped ridges of flesh defined her womanly opening, with a short hood still hiding her clit. Rochelle shaved her lips but left her bush only lightly rimmed on her pubic mound.
The guys were just looking again. Unsure in the face of private revealed human wonder. Genitals capacity to gobsmack. The teacher factor lost in pussy allurement.
“Run your finger up and down, one ridge each” instructed the teacher in Ms Moore.
”Like this” and she showed them.
She held herself spread and Joel and Jarryn ...gently slid a finger along the outside, then the inside of her firm labia. Then they were in a repetitive rhythm of enjoyment and Rochelle was in a rhythm of delightful; girl understood pleasure.
“Joel, finger my pussy...Jarryn finger my arse...now”
And the lads were getting into the swing of things quickly. They were prodding and hooking and flexing quite well. Probing very dirtily in tandem.
Rochelle kept to herself...her own so sensitive clitty. Guys could be a bit rough down there. She knew how to tease it under its protective hood. Working her fingers around her clit’s foreskin for maximum bliss. Now you see it, now you don’t. Clit; peek-a- boo.
Exciting her clitty made...Ms Moore think of cock.
She was up off the table and was sucking off a surprised Jarryn and tugging off an equally astounded Joel.
Then Rochelle swapped cocks. Slurping along Joel’s astonished pecker and rubbing and gripping Jarryn’s dazed throbbing meat.
Ms Moore was planning on the go...a teacher speciality. Two cocks...two resources...use them both.
“Get your pants off boys...Joel on the teacher’s desk...on your back now...Jarryn follow me”
The two guys had no frickin idea what was going to happen except the hope it would be dirty and sweet: a great combination with any girl.
Joel was flat on his back across the teacher’s desk ...only his penis upstanding.
Of course Ms Rochelle Moore straddled him on her haunches and wrapped her cute cunny lips around his hard pecker.
The brunette teacher was doing all the hard up and down work...really bending and flexing her thighs ...but the reward was delectable wanton bursts of pleasure filling her pussy.
Her wet filled expanded slit was hard male flesh filled and it was compelling. Instinctively she was pushing herself up off the prick in her and squeezing back down on it.
Joel was cock centred in his thoughts. Man was pussy great. God did he love his own cock.
Jarryn wasn’t left out of the desk flesh party. His instruction was to fondle and lick Ms Moore’s bouncy jiggling titties in free-form motion.
Of course a young lad like Joel couldn’t last that long...but god he was hard in her...a rigid flagpole of throbbing dick. He shot off a massive wad of jizz without warning...creaming Rochelle’s sodden womanly canal.
No matter. Ms Moore had a cock in reserve...she wasn’t satisfied yet.
She quickly got the lads to swap positions. Jarryn was so excited... he was lying back holding his dick straight up to receive her coochie...awaiting the plunging and enveloping of his own pleasure package.
Joel in stupefied youthful post male orgasm happiness... was burying his face in the best set of tits he had ever seen. Or was likely to see.
Rochelle with streaky cum goo dribbling from her spread pussy, wrapped her warm flesh tunnel around Jarryn’s stiff dick.
Cock was amazing. She had just had one ...pounding down around it, then dragging her channel of pleasure up with it, feeling the filling. Needing the filling. Living for the filled sensation of cock in her body.
Yet taking more cock...simply because there were two.
It was like her pussy could never be satisfied...milk one cock...now she was enjoying milking a second. Was it right? It felt good...therefore it was right for her. Excess was good.
The two Glebe seniors weren’t complaining.
Rochelle bent forward over Jarryn. She let her butt and pussy muscles do all the work. Bumping, humping and grinding into the lads pubic bone. Her clit getting the maximum benefit of the intimate body contact.
Jarryn hadn’t experienced such sensational pussy captivation and sheer cunny muscle power in his tender years. His cum burst in rapid spasms into his teachers amazing body.
Ms Rochelle Moore felt the male contractions and added her own. It was a sweet, sweet, bodily treat. Her clitty firing off it reward just before the second inexperienced cock, shot off in her.
It was four-twenty five... Rochelle noticed; tidying herself up. Minus her bra and panties. She stuffed them in her small handbag.
The guys were scrambling back into their school pants...finally realising what line they were all well over.
“Pack up and go” said Rochelle.
The two seniors grabbed their stuff and left...not saying anything. Well when it’s been that good...words just spoil it. Cock bliss empties guys minds too.
Rochelle feeling totally happy and relaxed for the first times in weeks...got on her mobile phone to: The Bay College...an exclusive all girls school...and in ten minutes...had a job there as a temp next term...her voice full of confidence.
Nothing like a good dose of sex for ego building. She knew her skills and could sell herself well...and she reflected smugly... use her body frickin well; too.
As Ms Rochelle Moore locked the door and headed back to her office with her test papers in her hands; she had that naughty little thought: Watch out you private school tarts...I fancy a taste of pussy.
Ms Rochelle Moore, was fed up with cocky assistant principal; Bob O’Hearn. But he ran the relief budget. Sure she was a term only temp teacher and she really wanted to be re-hired again but she kept getting the extra shit jobs. This place wasn’t the type of school any teacher; temp, relief or permanent was climbing over everyone else to get into. But here she was sucking it in again...to keep her name at the top of the list for Glebe: next semester.
‘Yes’, she had responded straight away when Bob told her she had the detention class to supervise after school: making a joke that it was her final time for the term.
It was Monday afternoon of the last week of term two and Rochelle needed her vibrator not an extra hour hanging around school. She knew she was sexually tense since breaking up with Matthew four weeks ago. She needed to move on. At twenty-five she couldn’t remember a cock gap of a whole month through her early twenties. It just wasn’t right. Still she grabbed a pile of tests to mark and headed for C Block.
Glebe Central College was inner city, testosterone fuelled, graffiti splattered; under resourced, full of scummy rundown classrooms, horrid dark locker filled corridors and sweaty youths. An outdated curriculum, an aging, close to retiring staff and no girls to calm the fifteen hundred boys from thirteen to eighteen into any sort of male decency.
Rochelle knew her looks helped her keep all her classes in line. Her year twelve senior English class, all perverts and wankers; she had quickly decided; were no exception. Well she was a classy long haired brunette in a stunning tight fitting red skirt and matching jacket in a sea of grotty grey uniforms and daggy blue male staff suits. She also knew the discipline techniques to more than keep her head above water, with those few narky, sharky, youths.
The designated detention classroom had two senior students: she had checked the list when collecting it from the office.
Joel Harris and Jarryn Peterson. There was she decided something about boys whose names started with J: all had impetuous, spontaneous behaviour that always got them detentions. Actually; it was most letters of the alphabet and boys at Glebe. Rochelle realised she’d need a nineteenth century name for any of her own offspring one day to avoid associations with some college dickhead student who had crossed her path.
Both Joel and Jarryn, had wagged maths class and were caught smoking behind the gym.
How original: mused Ms Moore.
They were both big college lads,already eighteen, squeezed behind puny little desks, at opposite sides of the room. The wooden desks actually bolted to the floor and tape marking a square where the chairs had to remain...on four legs. On the wall next to the whiteboard were the rules of the Time Out/Detention Room. Summed up as: Silence. NO electronic devices and get some school work done.
Both boys took in who was supervising; but knew better than to stare or perv...Ms Moore was a know bitch for doubling detentions.
Rochelle marked her test papers efficiently, too proficiently. Screw multi-choice she concluded as she finalised her mark book. She couldn’t leave the room. Yes the goddamn room had a list of teacher instructions taped to the front supervising desk. And highlighted in bold at the top: the room was never to be left unsupervised.
She looked at her watch. She looked at the wall clock. It was four o’clock. Still half an hour to go. What to do?
O’Hearn was at the door, motioning to Rochelle to step into the corridor, where she could still observe both boys in the room. Bob told her quietly there was no contract extension for next term. She would finish on Friday. He said, thank-you's would be at the regular staff morning tea, Friday, and just walked away.
Rochelle was back at the teacher’s desk; extremely pissed off and seething internally. She only had four days to circulate her name around the other city schools...public and private, to secure temp work for next term and her confidence had taken a body blow.
Screw you, O’Hearn, you faggot; was the nicest of her immediate thoughts.
She realised in her agitation she had been opening and closing her legs as she was swivelling on the teachers chair and the two senior college lads eyes weren’t on their maths books but were looking straight up her red skirt.
Rochelle had never needed stocking. She had great legs, always beautifully shaved and wore skimpy lacey partially see through underwear. She knew what was going on.
She was suddenly enjoying watching the guys eyes rove as she swivelled and opened her legs wider. Rochelle was trying to remember what knickers she had on. She knew they were petite by their feel and shape under her skirt...oh it was her pale yellow semi-through briefs. Shit her dark trimmed pubes above her shaved slit must be visible under the thin yellow fabric...to the two young men. Yeah, seniors, yeah eighteen...but boys...when it came to sex and sexual experience and sexual opportunism...Rochelle knew all this.
The attention on her body took the tension of O’Hearn out of her mind.
Rochelle started swivelling and squeezing her thighs together and opening them. She was also unknown to the lads squeezing her pussy muscles and building her internal moisture, very easily.
Ms Moore was running the show and was enjoying her captive audience of two.
Big blonde Joel was licking his lips and obviously playing pocket billiards with one of his hands. Swept back, darker- longer haired Jarryn was wiping his sweaty brow with one hand and trying not to draw attention to some groin rubbing with his other open palm.
Rochelle was suddenly up. She shut the door and was sitting on a student desk between the two senior students. Their eyes had followed her every movement.
“Right boys... Over here now...in front of me...Quick...Jarryn...Joel”
“Explain that bulge in your pants...Joel Harris”
Stupefied silent embarrassment.
“You too...Jarryn Peterson”
Dazed quiet awkwardness.
“Oh loosen up you pricks and get your cocks out where I can see them” she said playful.
If there is a string of words young guys respond to ...it’s ‘get your cock out’ and they both did. Two lads, happy and plenty of relief too, as they both eased the constriction in their school pants.
Rochelle was impressed. Two hard firm very erect pricks.
“Very nice” she said but the guys weren’t sure where all this was heading.
Rochelle got them on the same page as herself; spreading her legs across the student desk, hitching her skirt and pulling her creamy yellow knickers to the side and saying: “I bet you wanted to see all of this” More a rhetorical comment...as the guys were both cuntstruck.
Ms Moore had what can only be described as a beautiful cunt. But she closed her legs and stood up.
“Okay...slowly remove my clothes and I mean slowly...girls like that...remember that”
Joel and Jarryn were slow because they were too fumbly excited.
Ms Moore’s red jacket and white blouse were off. She had a pretty lacey yellow bra that matched her knickers, but it was her copious melons and cleavage that had the two guys wondering what to do next? They both knew like fine fragile porcelain, something’s were off limits...were they in for a surprise.
“Get the clasp undone and ease the shoulder straps off...Joel” she said leisurely. Ms Moore realised they were more intimidated than they were complete sexual novices.
Joel groped and fumbled with the clasp but finally had it undone. Each boy released a strap and two stunning breasts were on full view. They were round, big and totally natural. A perfect pair with prominent eye catching nipples.
“One each” said Rochelle.
Finally the guys let their urges dominate their timid minds. They were doing a really good job on each tit. Joel working a nipple between his fingers. Jarryn enjoying the weight of her other breast, cupping her gorgeous roundness. Then both lads were fondling, caressing and massaging, awesome titties.
There are boobs and there are shapely large boobs. Ms Moore was endowed with firm round spheres that had the oomph factor. Perfect, perfect tits. Spongy, supple and so goddamn round. Surely modelled on the tits God gave Eve for Adam.
Rochelle was starting to get impressed with the two seniors and was quite randy herself; as well.
“Oh suck them off” she said...taking the action up a notch as she grabbed a pecker in each hand and gave them a series of tugs, yanks and jerks.
The seniors were both sucking her nipples: kissing her breasts and licking the delicate pinkness of her areola. Obsessed with her stunning big titted roundness.
Rochelle was ready. She knew the guys cocks were over ready. She unzipped and dropped her own skirt and was leaning back over the student desk. Her pussy on display as her panties had earlier been pulled to the side.
Two crimped ridges of flesh defined her womanly opening, with a short hood still hiding her clit. Rochelle shaved her lips but left her bush only lightly rimmed on her pubic mound.
The guys were just looking again. Unsure in the face of private revealed human wonder. Genitals capacity to gobsmack. The teacher factor lost in pussy allurement.
“Run your finger up and down, one ridge each” instructed the teacher in Ms Moore.
”Like this” and she showed them.
She held herself spread and Joel and Jarryn ...gently slid a finger along the outside, then the inside of her firm labia. Then they were in a repetitive rhythm of enjoyment and Rochelle was in a rhythm of delightful; girl understood pleasure.
“Joel, finger my pussy...Jarryn finger my arse...now”
And the lads were getting into the swing of things quickly. They were prodding and hooking and flexing quite well. Probing very dirtily in tandem.
Rochelle kept to herself...her own so sensitive clitty. Guys could be a bit rough down there. She knew how to tease it under its protective hood. Working her fingers around her clit’s foreskin for maximum bliss. Now you see it, now you don’t. Clit; peek-a- boo.
Exciting her clitty made...Ms Moore think of cock.
She was up off the table and was sucking off a surprised Jarryn and tugging off an equally astounded Joel.
Then Rochelle swapped cocks. Slurping along Joel’s astonished pecker and rubbing and gripping Jarryn’s dazed throbbing meat.
Ms Moore was planning on the go...a teacher speciality. Two cocks...two resources...use them both.
“Get your pants off boys...Joel on the teacher’s desk...on your back now...Jarryn follow me”
The two guys had no frickin idea what was going to happen except the hope it would be dirty and sweet: a great combination with any girl.
Joel was flat on his back across the teacher’s desk ...only his penis upstanding.
Of course Ms Rochelle Moore straddled him on her haunches and wrapped her cute cunny lips around his hard pecker.
The brunette teacher was doing all the hard up and down work...really bending and flexing her thighs ...but the reward was delectable wanton bursts of pleasure filling her pussy.
Her wet filled expanded slit was hard male flesh filled and it was compelling. Instinctively she was pushing herself up off the prick in her and squeezing back down on it.
Joel was cock centred in his thoughts. Man was pussy great. God did he love his own cock.
Jarryn wasn’t left out of the desk flesh party. His instruction was to fondle and lick Ms Moore’s bouncy jiggling titties in free-form motion.
Of course a young lad like Joel couldn’t last that long...but god he was hard in her...a rigid flagpole of throbbing dick. He shot off a massive wad of jizz without warning...creaming Rochelle’s sodden womanly canal.
No matter. Ms Moore had a cock in reserve...she wasn’t satisfied yet.
She quickly got the lads to swap positions. Jarryn was so excited... he was lying back holding his dick straight up to receive her coochie...awaiting the plunging and enveloping of his own pleasure package.
Joel in stupefied youthful post male orgasm happiness... was burying his face in the best set of tits he had ever seen. Or was likely to see.
Rochelle with streaky cum goo dribbling from her spread pussy, wrapped her warm flesh tunnel around Jarryn’s stiff dick.
Cock was amazing. She had just had one ...pounding down around it, then dragging her channel of pleasure up with it, feeling the filling. Needing the filling. Living for the filled sensation of cock in her body.
Yet taking more cock...simply because there were two.
It was like her pussy could never be satisfied...milk one cock...now she was enjoying milking a second. Was it right? It felt good...therefore it was right for her. Excess was good.
The two Glebe seniors weren’t complaining.
Rochelle bent forward over Jarryn. She let her butt and pussy muscles do all the work. Bumping, humping and grinding into the lads pubic bone. Her clit getting the maximum benefit of the intimate body contact.
Jarryn hadn’t experienced such sensational pussy captivation and sheer cunny muscle power in his tender years. His cum burst in rapid spasms into his teachers amazing body.
Ms Rochelle Moore felt the male contractions and added her own. It was a sweet, sweet, bodily treat. Her clitty firing off it reward just before the second inexperienced cock, shot off in her.
It was four-twenty five... Rochelle noticed; tidying herself up. Minus her bra and panties. She stuffed them in her small handbag.
The guys were scrambling back into their school pants...finally realising what line they were all well over.
“Pack up and go” said Rochelle.
The two seniors grabbed their stuff and left...not saying anything. Well when it’s been that good...words just spoil it. Cock bliss empties guys minds too.
Rochelle feeling totally happy and relaxed for the first times in weeks...got on her mobile phone to: The Bay College...an exclusive all girls school...and in ten minutes...had a job there as a temp next term...her voice full of confidence.
Nothing like a good dose of sex for ego building. She knew her skills and could sell herself well...and she reflected smugly... use her body frickin well; too.
As Ms Rochelle Moore locked the door and headed back to her office with her test papers in her hands; she had that naughty little thought: Watch out you private school tarts...I fancy a taste of pussy.
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