I
Adam Cowel was a nerd–he got good grades, and he was damn proud of it. He worked hard for them, and didn't take low grades easily or without a fight. He was also captain of the school debate team, and a member of the school choir. Even though he was a nerd, he was proud of the fact that he didn't play stupid games like Dungeons and Dragons and stuff like that.
He really liked his senior English teacher, Ms. Baker. By and large she was a good teacher, and the fact she was young and kind of cute made it extra nice. She had a nice figure too–curly brown hair, a wicked twinkle in her eye, 34 b tits. She also had a penchant for dressing nice–heels quite often, nice dress slacks, no frumpiness like so many of the other teachers, cute skirts that weren't too sexy, but not matronly either. He was about an inch taller that she was. Often she wore silk blouses, and on occasion, he'd gotten a quick glimpse of nipple when she was bending over to help him or another student. He'd even gotten a flash of lace stocking top one time when she was in a skirt. On those days he'd gone home and jerked off, thinking of her naked, maybe even fucking her. For his 18th birthday, he'd found a pair of panties like some he'd glimpsed Ms. Baker wearing and bought them. He wrapped them around his cock and used them to jerk off regularly.
At the moment, though, Adam was furious with Ms. Baker. She'd just handed back the essays she'd assigned over the weekend. And he'd gotten a C- on his. Mr. Dahle wouldn't let him in the debate tournament with that kind of a grade. Adam was struggling in his math class, and his grades were barely passing. Mr. Dahle had very strict standards for his debate team and especially the team captains.
Okay maybe he hadn't done as well on the essay as he could have, but that was only because he had spent the weekend working on algebra, and had done the essay at the last minute. With the C- from Ms. Baker, his GPA would dip too low. And he couldn't miss the debate that weekend. He'd spent weeks preparing everything for it. He was looking forward to making that smart-ass team from Jordan High eat dirt. And this could ruin it all.
Adam spent most of the day fuming and wondering what he could do. Finally he decided to go to Ms. Baker and ask her to move the grade up. When he explained everything, he was sure she would see the light and work with him.
He waited till school was over. He figured he'd need some time to work her over and win her to his side, so he didn't want to be interrupted by class bells and the such.
School ended with gym class. The only thing that made it bearable was that Nick Hansen, pretty boy of the school and all around athlete was his best friend, and no one would dare pick on Adam. Freshly showered, but tired, Adam made his way up the stairs to Ms. Baker's English classroom. By this time the school was starting to get deserted. There were only a few students around, and the teachers seemed to be on the way out as well.
As Adam turned the corner to the English teacher's offices, he heard some whispering and giggling and some other sounds he wasn't familiar with. He got closer to the offices and saw Ms. Baker and Mr. Swenson, the choir teacher wrapped around each other. They were kissing passionately, and her blouse was out of her skirt and pushed up high enough to show her white lace bra. One of her tits was pushing out over the top of her bra, the pink-brown nipple very erect, wet and glistening.
Ms. Baker broke the embrace and slid to her knees and undid Mr. Swenson's pants and pulled out his very hard prick. She opened her mouth and started licking and sucking on it.
Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he couldn't pull himself away from watching. But he was smart enough to find another place to watch. He moved to where he could see without being seen, unless you knew where to look. His cock was getting very hard and pushing against his jeans. He rubbed at it. Ms. Baker was bobbing up and down on Swenson's hard cock, moaning as she did. Mr. Swenson was pistoning his prick in and out of her mouth, with his hands tangled in her curly hair, moaning himself as she worked him over.
Rubbing his prick, Adam felt the bulge of his cell phone in his pocket. An idea flashed in his head. He pulled the phone out and opened it. He put it in camera mode and started taking pictures. He snapped a couple pictures of Ms. Baker giving head, one with her mouth all the way down on his cock, and the other with a string of saliva running from Swenson's cockhead to her pursed and pouty lips.
Next Swenson pulled her up–it looked like it was by her hair, and she was growling in pleasure as he did it–and threw her on her back on an empty space on her desk and threw her legs open. She was wearing a garter belt and stockings, no panties. Swenson was a raging animal by now. He shoved his cock in her hard and fast and she bit her hand to keep from screaming out too loudly in pleasure.
Before too long they had changed positions, and Swenson was fucking her doggy style.
He never believed English teachers could talk so dirty.
"I'm a slut," she groaned as Swenson's cock pumped in and out of her. "Fuck me the way a slut should be fucked."
"I'll fuck you. You whore."
Ms. Baker smiled. "I love it when you talk dirty. It makes me feel warm all over."
"You'll feel warm all over when I shoot my load all over you."
"Promises, promises."
Both of her tits were now hanging out, forced out by Swenson's hard fucking. He slapped her ass every so often as they kept fucking.
It was too short for Adam, but even still watching it seemed like an eternity, seeing her there on her hands and knees, taking a cock into her from behind. Hearing her talk so filthy, and it was so exciting. After they had both cum, Mr. Swenson and Ms. Baker both dressed again and left. Adam waited till he thought the coast was clear and left also.
He'd gotten as many pictures as he could. A plan formed in his head.
That night at home, when he was alone in his room, Adam pulled out the camera phone and went through the pictures again, jerking off the whole time. On the way home, he'd stopped by the mall and bought some panties at Victoria's Secret–sheer white lace ones that would have gone nicely with Ms. Baker's bra. He wrapped them around his prick and started stroking. He liked the rough feel of the lace on his cock-head. He kept himself on the edge, not wanting to cum for a while. He always came harder if he held off cumming for a long time. Finally when he did cum, he completely soaked the new panties.
II
"Dude," Adam told Nick, "you should have seen it. Swenson was fucking her right there in the classroom, and she was loving it all. I'm telling you, she's a real slut."
"No fuckin' way," said Nick. "That's not gonna happen in school. That only happens in Penthouse Forum."
"I've got the pictures to prove it." He showed them to Nick.
"Fuckin' A", was all Nick could say.
"I've got an idea. You want to see it again? I've got to go talk to her about a grade she gave me. These pics give me all the ammo I need to get it changed and get some action too."
"She won't."
"I know where she lives. I can always show her husband, or the principal. She'll do whatever I say. I've been to choir parties at Swenson's house too. I can show his wife. Anyway you look at it, I've got them both by the short hairs."
Nick looked at him as though seeing him for the first time.'
"All I can say, is if you pull this off, you've got the biggest balls of anyone I've ever known, and that includes all the guys on the football team."
Adam smirked and said, "I've definitely got the biggest dick."
"How would you know?"
"I hear stories." He paused a moment and then said, "Want to come along and watch it happen?"
"Hell yeah. No one will believe me if I don't see it with my own eyes."
"So bring 'em all along, if you want, just don't screw it up for me. If you guys say anything before the right time, nothin'll happen."
III
The next day Nick and four of his jock friends joined Adam just before he headed up to Ms. Baker's classroom.
As they got closer, he motioned the to be quiet. This time she was alone. Adam knew Mr. Swenson was doing something else.
