The teachers' party
written by:
JL

TEACHERS' PARTY

Brandon had graduated from high school the week before. He planned to spend the summer before college doing landscaping work around the neighborhood. So he was surprised when his English teacher, Ms. Andrews, called him about a job.

"Oh, I'm glad you're here. Come on in." Carol Andrews wore a short skirt and a loose blouse—not at all what she'd dressed in to teach her class.

"So, I'd like to offer you a job." She led Brandon to her living room and sat down, crossing her legs. "At the end of the school year, some of the teachers like to have a little party. And we pick one of our graduates to work at it. This year, it's you. What do you think?"

"Sure." Brandon shrugged. He tried not to stare at her long, tanned legs. She'd always worn pants and long skirts in school. Now her legs looked like she played tennis every day. "What do I have to do?"

She smiled. "Oh, just serve drinks and snacks. It's not that hard. But there's one more thing . . ."

Carol reached into the pocket in her skirt and pulled out a small piece of dark material. "You'll have to wear this."

Brandon stared. Ms. Andrews was holding up a bathing suit. A very small Speedo.

"Uhh . . ." His cock twitched. "Sure." Brandon wiped his hands on his jeans. "I can do that."

"Good." Carol stood up. "But just to be sure, I have to check you out. Take off your shirt."

Brandon felt like he was in a dream—in his underwear, in front of Ms. Andrews' class, with all the cheerleaders laughing at him. April Prince, Linda Iannuzo, in their short skirts and tight sweaters.

But Ms. Andrews was right there, looking at him. "Come on, Brandon. Do you want the job or not?"

"Y-yeah." He nervously pulled his T-shirt off. Eighteen years old, he had broad shoulders and a muscular physique from playing varsity baseball.

"Mmm, nice." Carol reached out to stroke his chest. "Ms. Hunter said you had a good body."

Ms. Hunter was the Phys Ed teacher. Had she been checking him out? Carol ran her fingers down his chest and across his stomach, coming to a halt at his waist.

"The pants, too, I think." She smiled. "I want to know what my guests are getting."

Brandon tried to keep his cock from surged forward. He unbuckled his belt and let his jeans down to the floor.

Carol stepped back to look his strong legs over. "I can see where your speed on the diamond comes from. Let me just take a look at . . . one more thing."

She slid his boxers down, exposing his meaty, half-erect prick. "Oh, very nice." She stroked it, bringing it to full length. "Very nice. Your girlfriends must be very happy."

He'd only had two long-term girlfriends in high school. One only gave him handjobs, but his second one, Stacey Kingston, had been enthusiastic about fucking. Too enthusiastic. He'd broken up with her when he caught her naked with two of the basketball players in the locker room.

"I can't wait." With a lusty smile, Carol sank to her knees and took Brandon's dick into her hands. "I'm the hostess, after all. Shouldn't I get a preview?"

"S-sure." Brandon couldn't believe it, but suddenly his cock was in his English teacher's mouth. He blinked, looking down at her face as she took as much of his prick as she could while squeezing his balls. She glanced up at him and winked, and then went back to sucking and licking him hard and fast.

"Ohhh . . ." Brandon moaned. His legs were shaking, and he could feel his cock tensing up, ready to cum. He tried to stop himself, but it had all happened too fast. "Oh!" he cried out, and then he spurted into Carol's mouth and down her throat.

"Mm, mm, mm," Carol moaned around his shaft as his pumped. She grabbed his muscular ass, holding the tip of his dick between her lips until he was finished. Then she leaned back, staring at his prick with approval. "That'll do just fine."

"I don't usually cum that fast," he told her, panting and embarrassed. "You kind of caught me off guard."

"No worries." She stood up and wiped her hand across her lips, tasting his cum. "You're a very sexy young man, Brandon."

He blushed. "Is there going to be a lot of that at—at your party?"

"Maybe." Carol grinned. "See you tomorrow."

***

Brandon showed up at Carol's house at noon the next day. The party was supposed to start at 1:30.

Carol opened the door with a wide smile. She wore another short skirt that showed off her legs, and a low-cut blouse that emphasized her big tits. Brandon wasn't sure if she was wearing a bra.

"I forgot to tell you," Carol said as she closed the door. "We'll pay you $500. Is that all right?"

Five hundred—Brandon gulped. "That seems like too much. I mean, you said I'd just be serving drinks and stuff."

"Oh, there'll be more." She pointed down the hall. "First bedroom on the right. Get ready."

He emerged from the bedroom twenty minutes later, in a pair of red Speedos. Carol had laid out a selection of colors, and he'd spent fifteen minutes trying to decide which color worked best. And to work up his nerve.

"Oh, there you are." Carol beamed, looking his body over, her pussy tingling at the sight of his cock bulging in the tight suit. "Good choice. Okay, help me out with the wine. Open these bottles, and then fill that ice bucket. Then I need you to pull out the liquor from that cabinet--" She pointed. "And then put it on the cart. Then bring the beer from the fridge."

She licked her lips, watching his ass as he bent over. Then she was busy with the snacks. Nothing complicated—crackers and cheese, a tray of sushi. And some chocolate. She filled the coffeemaker.

Brandon took the opportunity to check out her legs, and he tried to peek down her shirt when she leaned down. He caught a glimpse of her boobs, then turned away when she glanced up. He filled the ice bucket, opened the wine, and set out an assortment of vodka, whiskey, and rum on the cart.

He was almost sweating when the doorbell rang. "Could you get that, Brandon?" Carol was carrying a plate of food to the table in the living room. "It's probably Abbie. She's always early."

Abbie—that must mean Ms. Bennett, the biology teacher. Brandon took a deep breath for courage. "Right there."

He opened the door. Ms. Bennett was short and plump, with long dark hair and glasses. She wore a tight sweater that pushed her big tits forward, and a long skirt that wrapped around her hips. "Well, hello, Brandon." She held a bottle of wine in her arms. "It's nice to, uh, see you." She giggled."

"Let me take that." He took the wine. "Ms. Andrews?"

"Abbie!" Carol trotted to the door and kissed the biology teacher on the cheek. "You're the first, as usual."

"You got him," Abbie whispered.

"Yes." She squeezed Abbie's hand. "Sonya was right, wasn't she?"

They gazed at Brandon's young, muscular body as he uncorked the new wine. He turned, holding up a glass. "Should I serve now, or . . ."

"I'd love a vodka," Abbie said. "Ice, and a little soda."

Brandon poured a drink. "Ms. Andrews?"

"Some of the white wine, for now." She led Abbie into the living room.

"So Brandon, what are your plans for the summer?" Abbie looked his youthful body up and down, rubbing her thighs together beneath her skirt.

"Oh, just . . . working. You know." He shrugged his bare shoulders. "You?"

"I just want to relax and have fun for a few months." She sipped her drink. "And this party is the start."

The doorbell rang again.

This time it was Ms. Hunter, the Phys Ed teacher—a tall black woman with long legs in shorts and a tight T-shirt sporting the high school logo.

"Here he is." Carol ran her hand up and down Brandon's arm. "Take a good look."

"What did I tell you?" Sonya Hunter smiled. "Hello, Brandon. I'm so glad you're here."

She wasn't alone. Ms. Phillips, his chemistry teacher, stood behind her in a short pink dress that barely covered her heavy thighs.

"You get to see them all with their shirts off." Julie Phillips sighed. "I have to put them in lab coats. Hi, Brandon! How are you doing?"

"F-fine, Ms. Phillips." He tried not to gaze at her legs, "It's nice to, uh, see you. What do you want to drink?"

For a few minutes Brandon was so busy pouring wine and liquor that he forgot that he was almost naked in front of some of the hottest teachers from his school. When he got a chance, he leaned over to ask Carol, "How many teachers are coming?"

"Seven." Carol sipped her wine. "Merrie and Andrea are coming together, like Sonya and Julie. Jayne's always late. Kat could show up any time."

Seven women—no, eight, including Carol? Brandon's cock was already hard. He gulped a beer. Then he put some jazzy music on the stereo as the teachers talked and laughed together.

Eventually everyone else arrived. Merrie Anderson was a secretary at the high school, in her forties, but she had the body of a swimsuit model, and she wore a tight skirt and an even tighter blouse.

Andrea Carson taught algebra. She had short brown hair and wore long, dangling earrings, and she'd slid her slender legs into a pair of skintight jeans.

Jayne Walker had silvery gray hair. She was a civics teacher, and she was close to retirement, but she was still hot in a sleeveless blouse and loose shorts. She squeezed Brandon's arm when he served her a scotch, and leaned over to whisper to Merrie: "Nice ass!"

Brandon served drinks and brought fresh snacks from the kitchen. So far he felt fine. His dick was hard, but aside from glances at his crotch, most of the teachers seemed happy talking to each other, sharing plans and gossip.

He picked up a few stories. The principal, Mr. Doer, was apparently having an affair with the girls' soccer coach. And Sonya Hunter had walked into in a gang bang in the girls' shower. Plus, an entire class of sophomores had somehow gotten the answers to Ms. Carson's final algebra test, and she'd had to deal with arguments with parents when she flunked them all. And Carol had caught six or seven students copying the same essay on "The Telltale Heart" from the Internet and sent them into detention.

Brandon watched Carol tell the story, his eyes riveted to her tanned legs. She'd sucked him off less than 24 hours ago, but he hadn't seen her naked. And while she was talking he couldn't think of anything else.

The bell rang again. "Kat!" the teachers shouted, already half drunk. "About fucking time!"

Carol laughed. "Brandon, dear? The door."

"Yes, ma'am." He wiped his hands on a towel.

Kat Richards had long red hair and the biggest boobs of any teacher in the school. All of Brandon's friends talked about them. She'd always tried to hide them beneath loose sweaters with high necklines when she taught her history classes, but today she apparently didn't care. She wore a bikini top that barely held her tits in place and a pair of gym shorts, as if she was heading to the beach instead of a party. Her eyes widened as Brandon opened the door.

"Brandon! Yes!" She staggered forward, as if she was already drunk, and grabbed his shoulder. "Your essay on the battle of Antietam was awesome." She kissed his cheek. "Now, can I get a drink?"

"There you are!" Carol was right behind Brandon, and she took Kat's arm. "I hope you didn't take a cab in that outfit. On the other hand, I hope you don't think you're driving home for a while."

"Like what?" She looked down at her boobs. "Oh, I had my husband drive me. I can get a ride home with one of you girls, right?" She let Carol walk her into the living room. "Hi, bitches!"

"Hi!" The teachers waved.

"Drunk as usual," Merrie Anderson muttered.

Kat dropped down into a chair. "Vodka and—something, Brandon. Whatever. So, how's everybody doing?"

That triggered a new round of stories. A couple of the cheerleaders were getting together with some of the football players from another school, for sex and also secrets about their strategies. And one of the history teachers was having a torrid affair with the mother of one of his students in the parking lot after school while waiting for band practice to be over.

Brandon's mind raced. He'd thought he went to a normal high school. This was like a porn soap opera.

Of course, he was almost nude in front of a bunch of teachers. Nothing seemed normal anymore.

"So okay!" Kat leaned back in her chair. "Let's get this thing going!"

"Hang on, Kat." Sonya Hunter stood up from the couch, swaying a little drunkenly on her long dark legs. "I saw him first. I saw his big dick in the shower. If anyone's going to get this started, it's me. Brandon?"

"Yes, Ms. Hunter?" He walked toward her slowly, his cock bulging in his red Speedos.

She licked her slim lips, and then she peeled down her shorts, revealing her bare, pink pussy. She leaned back and pulled off her T-shirt. "Brandon. Come here."

Brandon grinned at the sight of her big, heavy tits, remembering how they bounced when she tried to coach volleyball. "Yes, Ms. Hunter."

"Oh, forget that Ms. Hunter crap." Sonya sat down and spread her thighs wide. "Lick me, Brandon. Lick me and make me cum."

"Yes, ma'am." He knelt between Sonya's legs.

"Ohh!" Sonya clutched his shoulders as his tongue shot forward into her pussy. "That's right, Brandon, right there. Oh, you know what to do, don't you? This is better than last year. Oh, oh, oh!"

Brandon wondered when Ms. Hunter had ever seen him in the shower. He thought about her standing around the gym in her tight shorts during volleyball practice. Her legs, her tight ass—and all of his friends joking about how they'd fuck if her they ever got the chance. Or just assuming she was a lesbian, like the stereotype of most female gym teachers.

And now he was licking her pussy, and the rest of them were at home jacking off. He ran his hands up and down her legs.

"Oh yeah!" Sonya shouted as his tongue flicked against her pussy. "I've been waiting for this all year! Come on, Brandon, do it! Right there! Yeah!"

He felt a hand on his butt—more than one, roaming over his body. But he was determined to make Ms. Hunter cum, despite the ache in his cock. Her licked the lips of her pussy and then kissed her clit, and then she raised her legs, gasping. "Oh yeah . . . oh yeah . . . oh yes . . ."

He ran her fingers across her pussy as she rolled on the couch. The other teachers laughed and clapped. Sonya pushed him away, groaning. "Oh, fuck," she murmured. "That was good."

"Come here, stud." Merrie Anderson pulled her skirt down and threw her T-shirt across the room. "It's been a long year. I need a good hard cock."

Brandon looked at Carol. She licked her lips and nodded with a smile.

Merrie perched her body over her chair, sticking her ass high. "Come on, Brandon. You know you want me."

"Okay." Brandon yanked his swimsuit down.

"Ohh . . ." Julie Phillips gasped. Andrea Carson unzipped her jeans. The rest of the teachers stared at him.

"Just remember," Carol said, lifting a glass of white wine to her lips. "You have to take care of everyone here. That's the deal."

The teachers were all watching him—naked, his cock jutting out. They looked at his young, hard, hungry cock. Kat Richards licked her lips.

Brandon looked down at Merrie's red, wet slit. "Ms. Anderson? I always thought you were hot." He rubbed the tip of his prick against her slit.

"Brandon . . ." Her legs shuddered. "Ohh, yeah . . . I wish you got sent to the office more. I always thought you were so cute too. I sort of wanted—oh, fuck, Brandon, just do it, all right?"

"Okay." Brandon grabbed her butt. He couldn't believe he was really doing this, but Merrie was waiting. And eager. He stabbed his cock into her pussy.

The teachers gathered around to watch. Abbie Bennett slapped Carol's shoulder. "He's great. Look at that cock!" She sighed. "I want it so bad."

"You'll get your chance." Carol was gazing at Brandon's cock too as it slid in and out, and she wished she'd taken the opportunity to take him inside her yesterday. She reached down inside her skirt to rub her clit. Her guests had to come first—and cum first. She grinned. But Brandon would stay until she paid him. And until she was done with him.

Right now Brandon was slamming his cock into Merrie. She grunted with every hard thrust. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yes, yes, yes!" She reared back, squeezing her tits. "Yes, Brandon, yes!"

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Jayne Walker. She leaned over to kiss him. "Don't cum," she whispered. "Save it for me. Your were always my favorite."

Brandon pulled out of Merrie's pussy just as her orgasm hit. Merrie pounded the chair, moaning. "Oh yes! Oh yes! Ohhh . . . I love it!"

Then Jayne spun him around and shoved him to the floor. Brandon felt dizzy, staring at the ceiling fan overhead. Then he felt a hand at the base of his cock, and Jayne's big boobs bounced over his face.

"You can handle this, can't you, big boy?" She pressed her tits down into his face, then leaned back. She sank down slowly, easing Brandon's cock into her pussy. "Oh, that's good. Filling me up. Oh, yeah . . ."

She rocked back and forth, moaning, and then waved a hand. "Abbie! Come sit on his face. Come on!"

"Oh, wow!" Abbie Bennett laughed. She'd already unwrapped her skirt from around her hips. She slithered out of a pair of black panties. Carol came around behind her to pull her sweater off and unsnap the flimsy black bra holding her tits. Brandon saw Carol squeeze a boob, and then he didn't see anything, because Abbie was on top of him, her thighs around his shoulders, lowering her pussy down toward his face.

Brandon took a deep breath. His cock was already up inside Jayne's body, and now Abbie's pussy was just inches away from his lips. Her bush was dark and moist. Her legs pressed against his arms. He arched his neck up, extending his tongue, and slurped the tender lips of Abbie's slit.

"Ahh!" Abbie screamed, and Jayne laughed, her hands on the teacher's shoulders as she reared up and down. Abbie leaned forward, moaning, and Brandon grabbed her ass and sank his tongue inside her pussy as deep as he could go.

"Yum, yum, yum." Jayne moaned and stroked Abbie's back as Brandon's cock drove up into her pussy. "Nice hard cock. Just what I need right now after a hard year."

"Mmm . . ." Abbie moaned. "That's right—do it, Brandon, so it!"

Carol stood behind them, watching. She smiled at Brandon.

"Oh fuck." Brandon grabbed for Jayne's hips. "I'm—I'm going to cum . . ."

"Me too," Jayne moaned. "Me too. Meee . . . too . . ."

"Oh yes!" Abbie reared up. "Me too!"

Brandon's cock spurted, and Jayne laughed, reaching up to rub her tits as she came. Abbie lurched forward, her thighs tight around Brandon's neck, gasping in ecstasy.

The teachers around them applauded. Jayne climbed off Brandon's body, shivering, and Abbie crawled forward, stroking her clit. Brandon collapsed on the floor, his cock pulsing, catching his breath.

"Give him a chance to rest." Carol stared down at his young nude body. "I'll get the drinks."

"Wait a minute!" Brandon rolled over. His cock was dripping, he was stark naked, and he was surrounded by the hottest teachers at school, most of them nude too. But he'd agreed to do the job. And once he started college, he'd never have this chance again. "This is my job. What do you ladies want?"

Brandon poured drinks. The teachers looked at his body. Carol stroked his shoulder. "You're doing great," she whispered.

"Thanks." Fortunately, most of the teachers wanted wine, although Kat Richards insisted on a very large, very dry martini with four olives.

"This is nice." Abbie stretched out on the sofa, her head in Sonya's lap. "I always like these end of the year parties."

"I know you do." Sonya stroked her tits. "Last year you fucked Bill Kent four times."

Bill Kent? Brandon remembered him. A science nerd who'd helped him with chemistry experiments. Nice guy.

"Oh, yeah." Abbie closed her eyes. "That was a good party."

Sonya slipped a finger into Abbie's slit, gazing at Brandon's cock. "But this one is pretty good, right?"

"Oh, yeah." Abbie gasped. "Best ever. Keep doing that, Ms. Hunter, please, please . . ."

"All right." Kat Richards gulped her martini down and peeled her bikini top off. Her boobs bulged forward, and she yanked her shorts down. "Come here, Brandon. Give me that cock." She stroked her pussy,

Carol patted Brandon's shoulder. "Go. Take care of her. You're doing great."

Eight women. And most of them had already cum. But Ms. Richards was maybe the best, with her long red hair and her big tits. He'd jacked off lots of night fantasizing about her, and now he was going to do it.

"Is this okay?" His cock was pulsing in front of her.

"Of course it is." Kat lipped her lips. "I want it. Now."

"Okay . . ." Brandon slammed his cock inside her. "Oh yes. Oh yes!"

"Mmm, yes . . ." Kat groaned. "That's good. Good and hard. Fill me up. Give me that big hard cock, oh, Greg, Greg, Greg . . ."

"I'm, uh, Brandon Hunt? Remember?"

Her eyes flickered. "Of course. It's just—I fucked Greg Hiller all year. After school—before school . . . and he had the best cock . . . until now. Oh Yes, Brandon, you're the best now! You're the biggest—and the best! Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes . . ."

Greg Hiller was the star tackle of the football team. Short and stocky. Ms. Richards and him? Brandon groaned. He'd caught glimpses of Greg in the gym shower, his short, thick cock swinging back and forth. Good-looking guy, actually. And he was decent to people, not stuck up.

"So—why am I here?" Brandon gripped Kat's legs, thrusting deep and hard. "If he's so good?"

"We—we voted." Kat was panting. "You won. You were—unanimous!" She gazed down to look at his cock penetrating her pussy. "We all wanted to see it—and feel it—and touch it—and get fucked . . ."

"That's right, Brandon." Carol stood behind him, one hand on his ass. "We all need this. It's been a long school year."

"Oh yeah?" Brandon slammed his cock inside Kat's pussy. "This is what you want? All of you?"

"Well, come on, Brandon." Julie was sipping a vodka and tonic. "We have to spend all year looking at you young guys. Shouldn't we get a day to enjoy ourselves?"

Jayne grabbed Julie's ass. "We just want to stop pretending. We're horny, just like you. All of us."

"Shut up and let him fuck me!" Kat leaned back, lifting her legs high. "That's good, Brandon, right there! Go hard, go deep! Yes, yes, yes!"

She grabbed his arms and screeched as she came, her whole body twitching with pleasure. Brandon came again, pouring his cum into her as Carol stroked his shoulder and all the other teachers watched, some sighing in anticipation, some gasping as they came too, some just enjoying the sight of his cock in Kat's pussy.

"Oh," Kat panted. "That's good. So good."

Sonya tapped his arm. "You only licked me," she said with a grin, her boobs bouncing. "I want that cock inside me next."

"Give him a break, Sonya." Carol stroked Brandon's back. "He's been perfect so far. He deserves a rest."

"I'm fine." Brandon lurched to his feet. "More drinks, ladies?"

"Wow." Sonya stared at his dripping cock. "I'm glad we picked you."

Brandon nodded, gazing at her tits. He couldn't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.

* * *

Serving drinks and snacks gave Brandon time to recover between his other duties.

All the teachers came at least twice more. Then they watched him fuck Andrea doggy style, fingering Julie Philips as he rammed his cock deep.

"Go, Brandon, go!" Sonya leaned back in her chair, sipping her drink. "Give her that cock!"

"Uh, uh, uh," Julie moaned as Brandon flicked his thumb over her pussy. "A plus, Brandon, A plus!"

Carol Andrews stayed back, smiling. She'd been watching Brandon all afternoon, her pussy getting hotter and hotter. She stroked her nipples, imagining Brandon's strong cock inside her.

Julie's tits bounced back and forth. "Oh, this is the best—the best! Fuck me, you young stud! Fuck me good!"

Brandon looked up at Carol. She nodded.

He reached around for her clit. "Okay—this is it—take it, take it--"

The teachers clapped as they both came—Julie shrieking, Brandon moaning as his dick squirted into her. He rubbed her ass.

"Ms. Phillips," he whispered into her ear as her body still shook. "I loved your chemistry class."

"Mmm," she moaned. "And you were the best. Maybe I'll change your grade."

"B plus." He licked her shoulder. "That's all right. But thanks."

He stood up. Once again, his cock was dripping. He wasn't sure how many of the teachers he'd fucked. He staggered back, gazing at Sonya Hunter's big tits. "More drinks, ladies?"

Carol came up behind him and stroked his shoulders. "Yes, please, Brandon. More."

* * *

The party broke up around 7:30. The teachers found their clothes. Ms. Hunter kissed Brandon on the lips. Ms. Walker squeezed his ass, and Kat Richards took one last opportunity to fondle his dick.

The rest of them carried glasses and trays into the kitchen, and kissed each other good-bye for the summer.

Brandon found his red Speedo on the floor and pulled it up around his waist. In the kitchen, Carol was loading glasses and plates into her dishwasher.

"Oh! Brandon!" Carol spun around. She wore a pair of purple panties, her tits rolling across her chest. "I almost forgot."

She found her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. "This is for you."

He looked at the money and shook his head, "Uh, no, that's all right. You don't have to pay me."

"We had a deal." Carol stuffed the bills into suit. "Take it."

"O-okay." The bills felt funny next to his limp cock. "Thanks. I just hope I did okay."

"Brandon." Her pussy was throbbing, but Carol could see how exhausted he was. "Can you come back tomorrow?"

"S-sure." He grinned. "I'd like that. If you want me to."

Carol kissed his cheek. "I want it. Get some rest. But be ready."

She turned around, bending back over the dishwasher. Brandon stared at her ass. His cock was already getting hard again.

"Yes, ma'am." He picked up another tray. "I'll be here."