Chapter 3: Mr. Harris
James Harris had taught English at Henry Williams High School for years.
He'd taught it to all grades and all skill levels, from basic sentence structure in remedial freshman English to reviews of the classics in his upper-level classes. But it was his senior study sessions that really got him through the year.
Most of the 18-year-old senior girls knew about them and all of the ones who did fantasized being asked to visit his desk. Rumors floated around the school about the size of his cock and the skill of his hands. His oral exams were the stuff of legend.
And Alexa had experienced them all first hand.
Now, sitting crumpled on the floor after a marathon fuck session with a group of strangers, she was able to see the last cock in her had been his - and God had it felt good.
"Mr. Harris?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"
She was more than surprised. She was flabbergasted to find him at an orgy - her first orgy and the first time she had felt a woman's touch.
Still, it was Mr. Harris, so she ambled over to him on her hands and knees. She hugged him, both of them naked and her covered in the sticky remnants of cum that had been licked from her.
"Hey darlin'," he said. "I heard you were going to be the guest of honor tonight and I knew I couldn't miss it."
"But, how ..." Alexa started to ask as she hung with one arm around his neck.
James was ready for the question and had begun to answer when she spoke.
"I'm a former member of Lambda Alpha Beta frat, and I have been to a few of these initiations before," he told her in the baritone of authority she had come to love in English class. "Remember, I told you about the 'full college experience?' This is a part of it for all of the members of my frat and our sister house, the one you are pledging."
Looking to Misty, she confirmed it.
"It's true. He was at my initiation, but I haven't seen him at the past two," she said, putting on a mock frown. "We had a good time, but I missed that monster cock of yours. And Lauren never had her turn with you either."
It wasn't that Lauren minded. She was busy on the other side of the room entertaining seven other guys by tongue-fucking Amber's ass while being drilled doggy style by a succession of suitors.
"Sorry sweetheart, I couldn't make those two," he told her, then turned to Alexa. "But I couldn't miss my girl's big night. I decided to come late so you would pick another one of the guys for your first of the night. I didn't want you to deprive yourself of a new experience. Having fun so far?"
"Oh yeah, and now the party can really begin," she said, reaching for his flaccid member and beginning to stroke it.
She leaned down to suck his cock and remembered the first time she had felt him in her.
* * *
Leaning across his desk one day to hand in a graded mid-term paper, she had seen him peering down her shirt. Although she only had b-cups, Alexa knew how to accentuate them and that day she was wearing a tight v-necked blouse with a golden heart-shaped locket in the hopes of finally enticing him into the first move.
"Anything else you need from me?" she asked, smiling sexily at him.
He knew he was caught, but that was OK. Each year he chose a new "assistant" to help him with his workload. And each year that girl developed a special bond with the 40-plus year-old teacher.
Choosing the girl was the important part of the yearly ritual. James had to find the type of girl who would be intelligent enough to be discrete and old enough to be legal - if not ethical, and certainly not moral.
Alexa fit that bill easily as a 4.0 student with a bright future ahead of her and a killer behind to the rear. Flowing red hair and perky tits with alabaster skin, he told her later that she had played through his daydreams for months before that December day.