Back to the futon

"Er, ok. So we want you to sit back on the futon and relax!" - Debbie says, pointing at it, as if I didn't know my own futon.

"Now, Debbie!" – Reaching for her phone, Debbie types something and soon the room is filled with some pop music I’d never heard.

"Bad, bad start…" - I think as I listen to yet another untalented girl moaning instead of singing. What I didn’t count on, however, was what was coming next. Tamara lifts her shirt above her belly button and folds it in a knot. Her sexy waist is now in the open for all eyes to see. She begins wiggling her hips from side to side, shaking her tight ass so sensually. Man, the girl has talent. She's doing some kind of choreography, and I had to wonder for how many years she’d been a dancer. She was clearly a dancer. She then starts moving across the room, boasting all her skills. She knew she looked hot. She knew how to tease, much like most dancers do. Shaking her hips up and down Tamara is giving me quite a show. Naturally, my dick starts to come to life...

"It’s working Tams, it’s working!" – Celebrates Debbie, now massaging my semi-hard cock over my pants. Those girls were on the right track now. I can’t help but grunt the more I watch Tamara shake that tight ass of hers. I'm fixated on those round mounds of pleasure. Debbie’s keen eyes smartly note my obsession.

"Turn around, Tams! Shake your butt! He likes your butt!"

Not wasting another second, Tamara turns her back to me and wigges her shapely ass. Slowly, she backs towards the futon, until her ass is a mere few inches from my devouring eyes.

"C’mon! Shake it Tams, shake it! Twerk now!" – Excited, Debbie's rubbing my balls with her tiny hands. Tamara places one foot on my rolling chair and begins to twerk right in front of my face, like a seasoned stripper. That angle was absolutely spectacular. I gulp loudly at that beautiful sight and that's Debbie’s cue. She quickly slides my pants and underwear down in one swoop while I'm entranced by Tamara. If she’d been naked, I would’ve seen all the way up to her uterus like that. But despite doing her best, Tamara’s jeans just wouldn’t let her twerk like she wanted to. Unable to move better, she goes back to her previous routine. I can’t hide my disappointment, I was dying to see that girl wiggle those ass cheeks in my face. And it shows. Despite her amazing show, my dick loses some momentum.

"What the hell, Tams?! He’s going flat again!" – I wasn’t, I just wasn’t getting as hard at that second.

"I can’t twerk with these pants on, Debbie! They’re too tight!" - Like your pussy. - I think.

"C’mon Tamara, do something! We’re wasting time!" – Pleads Debbie, clearly **** for an advantage at the next stage.

"I’m doing my sexiest routine, Debbie! I can't just improvise!"

"Well, it’s not enough!" – It was. But I certainly wasn't going to tell them that.

"Screw you, Debbie! I’m doing my best here!" – Tamara shouts back.

"No, screw you! You said he’d cum in two seconds just like Rick!"

Who the hell was Rick? I thought. I didn’t recall having student named Rick… interesting.

"But I didn’t count on these jeans... I… most guys…"

"Take the fucking jeans off then! We’re gonna be so last…" - An exasperated Debbie cries, trying her best to keep my dick hard with her hand.

Noticing the urgency in her voice and the stopwatch, Tamara decides to heed Debbie’s advice, to my absolute delight. Turning to me, she slowly begins unbuttoning her pants. As the beat continues, her jeans slowly drop, revealing the temptation that was her body. Her sexiness is unbelievable, I was salivating watching her legs. And what fucking legs that girl had. Toned, tanned, and just the right shapes. I'm literally drooling now. Leaning forward, I try to get as close as I can to her. Her ass is mesmerizing. As I hold myself back from attacking that piece of ass, I feel Debbie’s mouth snatch my dick. She skipped preliminaries and went straight to face-fucking herself on me, just I'd taught her. I can't help but groan like a slaughtered pig at that point. In between my legs, Debbie grabs my butt and continues piercing her own throat. Tamara is now throwing sexy faces at me without stopping her dance routine. She sure is disciplined. I was obviously coming close to feeding Debbie her second load of sperm in three days. My vision was starting to blur and sweat was running free on my body. I felt my skin burn and began showing signs of “defeat” as I groaned repeatedly. Stopping for a millisecond Debbie shouts.

"It’s working! It’s working! He’s almost there, Tams, I can tell! Shake it!" – And back to face fucking herself she goes. I'm approaching my orgasm at the speed of light when Tamara gives me the final push. Or better yet, the final pull. Bending down as sexily as she can, she hugs her knees and exposes that sexy ass to me for a final appreciation. And just as my first cumshot is about to flood Debbie’s mouth, she "adjusts" her panties, giving me a quick flash of that amazing teenage butt crack.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Bffffffffpghhhhh! AHHHHRGH! GRHREHHE!"

Like an animal, I unload everything I had in Debbie’s mouth, wishing it was Tamara’s asshole. I'm panting like I’d just climbed the Everest and I didn’t care about anything. I just stare at Tamara’s ass, completely ignoring the cum-swallowing teen between my legs. After what seems like an endless orgasm, I manage to take a look at the stop watch. 14:42 minutes. - I can't believe I held for that long... - God damn that felt amazing. Those teens… holy fuck!

Recomposing myself a little, I look down at Debbie, only to withdraw my previous statement. Cum-spitting teen. I see the mess on my balls, stomach and chair. Cum everywhere. I hadn’t even noticed Debbie hadn’t swallowed. Honestly, I wasn’t even upset at that point.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." - Was all I could mutter, still looking weak. – "Holy. Fucking…"

"How much?!" - Cuts me Tamara.

"Huh?" – I reply, disoriented.

"Time! How much time, Mr. Archer!? Did we do well?!"

"Oh... girls… You did more than well… holy fucking shit." – I reply, staring obscenely at Tamara’s ass.

"So, did you like my dance?" - Tamara giggles.

"Honey… that dance… that ass…"

Among more giggles she turns to Debbie looking for a high-five. It was only then that she noticed the mess. Debbie had cum almost all the way to her eyes. She was coughing and looking down.

"Oh my god, Debbie!"

"I…" - *cough* *cough*- "Tried…"

"Tried? Tried what? We did it! Mr. Archer just…"

"Swallowing… I tried... but…" - *cough* - "It was just too much… I think it came out of my nose…" - She adds, tearing up.

Cum-swallowing teen, I correct myself once again. Looking at my crotch, Tamara blurts.

"Oh my god, is that all… cum?! I thought… I thought it was just spit…"

"What a mess we made, huh? Look at you, poor girl. Come here, sweetie." – I say, caressing Debbie’s messy face.

"You really choked on all that cum, huh?" - Debbie just nods and coughs some more. – "Oh, Debbie! But you still did amazing, you know that, right? These things happen. Sometimes a man gets so excited no girlfriend in the world can handle it. It’s not your fault, darling… Plus, your time was pretty amazing!" – I lie, trying to make her feel better about the whole thing.

"It doesn’t matter… I couldn’t swallow…"

Now I finally understood her issue. She thought it wouldn't count because she hadn’t swallowed. - I taught them well - I think to myself. She was actually sad about the time and not because I made her **** on my sperm. Ah, teenagers…

"What are you talking about, Debbie? The rules explicitly said the goal for this round was to make me cum. And you two did just that."

Looking up, Debbie completed. – "So… it’s gonna count?"

"Of course it’s gonna count! You achieved the goal! With honors!" – I say, feeling my dick twitch. Tamara kneels by Debbie’s side and hugs, in a really genuine gesture, unlike my dirty and perverted thoughts. Their faces were so close to each other, all I could think about was how hot it’d be if they shared a gooey cum kiss instead of a hug. As the girls rose to their feet I was brought back to reality.

"We did it!" – Said a proud Tamara, somehow more excited. Probably because I complimented her dancing. Or ass. Or both.

"U-hu!"

As they smile we hear the bell ring. Break's over. Desperately, the girls scramble to get their stuff. If they were late for class they would need a pretty good explanation. In record time, the two were standing in front of me waiting for guidance.

"Well, off you go!" – I say. As they turn around I smack their asses playfully, regretting I’d waited too long to do that. I watch them run off, wondering how Debbie would explain that messy face to anyone. Luckily she hadn’t gotten any on her hair, but I’m sure she’d still have a hard time explaining all the white stuff around her mouth and chin. - If we had just a few more minutes I would have made them both lick me clean before leaving. But I guess I'll take what I can get hehe

It was now time to recover as best as I could. I’d be entertaining Alice and Erica by the end of last period. Well, actually, they’d be entertaining me by the end of last period. And I needed to be in pretty good shape for that, which is pretty hard to achieve after such an incredible orgasm like the one I’d just had. I needed to make an effort, though. - For the girls. – I joke to myself as an image of Tamara’s ass erases any thoughts of my mind for a second. – That ass...

I go to my futon, fully disregarding any responsibilities as a teacher. Those girls were gonna end up getting me fired. They were so fucking worth it, though. Yes, they were. Bam! Another flash. This time, Tamara’s butt crack, the very little entrance I barely saw. A raging boner came to life in seconds. I couldn’t believe I'd gotten hard again, so fucking soon. But… that ass… how could I not?! Pulling myself together, I walk over to my desk to check my calendar for any upcoming meetings. On the way over, I notice how messy my crotch is. My cum's starting to dry out or drip and that's gonna get uncomfortable and itchy fast.

"Worst part of sex… the cleanup!" – I mumble angrily before imagining the amount of work girls must have after getting a facial. – Can’t believe I’m gonna have to wash off for the second time today... this fucking sink doesn’t even heat water properly! – I think, realizing I can’t head to the locker-rooms again without raising suspicion.

Pissed off, I make my way to the bathroom. On top of the sink is a small mirror where I check myself out. I noticed my lips wet, probably because of drooling over Tamara’s ass so long. I look down at my messy pubic hair...