Miss O'Rourke was hot, all the boys in the dorm fantasized regularly about her, myself included.
Jamesy had posted a picture of her under her dorm room door wearing just a bra and knickers, in kneeling position and sucking the cock of another member of staff. It was one of many Polaroid's of her passed around our room. I had previously taken the opportunity to have a wank over the hot image.
It was taken through the window of her room one night while we snuck out of our rooms and ran loose in the dark, boarding school grounds. Curtains were blocking some of the picture but it was clear to see Miss O'Rourke performing oral sex on Mr Dench. Written on the back were the words –
'Naughty, naughty. This is just one of many. If you don't want everyone too see the pictures, We want something in return.'
"I think we should get her to shag people in front of us!" Rob said loudly as we all were getting undressed for bed.
"No way! Get her to fuck us all!" Paul laughed.
"Either way, we have to use these pictures to their full potential, this slut obviously knows how to satisfy a man."
Suddenly Miss O'Rourke burst in. We, all in various stages of undress as light from the corridor pierced the dark room, quickly jumped into our own bunk and looked at the teacher innocently. She was on night watch and as usual, was checking we were all in bed.
"Interrupted something have I?" She asked, pretending not to notice that some of the boys were still half naked as they jumped into their own beds.
There were four boys to a room, 2 bunk beds altogether.
"No miss…" Rob said.
"Right…" she unusually closed the door, darkening the room again. Her outline was visible from the light that came through the small window above the door. She was unsure about how to approach the sensitive subject having heard the conversation from outside the door but didn't need to go any further before Paul chuckled loudly from under his covers,
"Jamesy said did you get his note, Miss!"
The room was silent, each of us trying desperately to disguise our laughter.
"Hmm…" she began, approaching Rob James' bed, "What note is this Robert?"
"N…Nothing Miss" he blurted quietly, holding off a fit of giggles.
"It is Miss, he's got some rude pictures of you Miss!" Paul shouted again.
I then heard what I thought was Miss O'Rourke peeling back the covers and whisper into his ear,
"Look Robert, I need you to give me the pictures. What you saw and photographed was a one off… tell me what you want in return."
There was a pause,
"I can pay you," she whispered, "how much do you want?"
"I don't want your money Miss," he said innocently.
Another pause.
The sound of soft kissing was all that could be heard and we later found out, she was nibbling away at his neck between whispers,
"Maybe I could give you something else? ...something a boy your age…might fantasize about…"
The room was deathly silent, all of us trying desperately to listen to what was happening. I could hear the sound of covers being moved slowly and more kissing noises, over Rob's increasing breathing.
I looked over to Rob's bed, the room had been dark for a few minutes now, giving my eyes chance to adjust and make out the outline of Rob lying on his bed with Miss O'Rourke kneeling half way down, her head moving around his crotch area.
"Oh…M…Miss…" Rob whispered between breaths,
"Shh…" she replied softly, "this is what you want isn't it? You want me to suck…" The rest of the words were inaudible. Rob could be heard breathing ever more heavily, together with a slurping sound. The rest of us in the room knew she must be sucking him off.
My bed was vibrating gently, as if Andy was wanking in the bunk above. I couldn't blame him; just the thought of what she might be doing to Rob was making me hard.
The slurping continued, getting louder and louder until Rob's rocking bed creaked quietly,
"M…Miss…" he cut himself off, sounding like he was unable to talk between panting breaths.
"Mmh…mmh…" Miss O'Rourke was breathing hard too, when Rob's bed suddenly jerked, "Oh…Robert…that's it…cum in my mouth…mmm…"
Miss sounded like she was swallowing, until the movements slowed down. Her outline moved back to Rob's head,
"Was that what you want? Did you enjoy having your cock sucked?" she whispered, "now, where's what I want? Where's the pictures Robert?"
He took at least 30 seconds to reply, "Under my pillow, Miss." I could hear some movement as he got out the picture and handed it to her.
"Thank you Robert," she said, "I expect we can keep this our secret?"
"Yes Miss."
