The Second

“Looking lovely as always, Misty,” the new stranger said, peering through the hole. “And this must be the new girl, Bill, right? Carson said she was a tight little treat, and he’s right.”

Bill stilled as he reached an arm through, his fat fingers blindly groping for her. He found her arm, gently stroking up to her shoulder, her skin pimpling at the light brush. He followed down her clavicle, tracing her sternum. His hand pressed against her flat chest, his thumb brushing over her nipple, it pebbling under his touch.

Bill let out a little moan, as he teased her. She gasped as he pinched her, tender at first, harder as he rolled it between his thumb and finger. She bit her lip watching his chubby fingers playing with her nipple.

The sudden sensation of a second touch startled her, she yelped pulling away on instinct her nipple caught in the stranger’s grip. Ms. Carter’s hand was frozen in midair, “I’m so sorry, I got wrapped up in the moment, I shouldn’t have,” she pulled her hand back to herself, clasped in front of her own chest.

Bill winced as the stranger pulled harder, “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“No, you’re my student, I shouldn’t,” Ms. Carter was beating herself up about it.

Bill reached out grabbing her hand, her knuckles accidentally brushing against Ms. Carter’s boob. She pulled Ms. Carter’s hand back to her chest. “I know it’s a cliché, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have a crush on,” Bill dropped her voice to a whisper so the stranger couldn’t hear, “my teacher.”

Ms. Carter’s touch was soft, while the stranger continued his rough treatment. “It still doesn’t make this right.”

“We’ve already crossed the line, I want this, you want this, and we’ve agreed not to tell anyone.”

Ms. Carter stilled, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. Bill could feel her heart thundering as she waited for her response. She gave a little nod as her eyes open, the same commanding look Bill had seen countless times in class. She turned to the wall, “Okay, Gare I’m actually tight on time so we’re going to have to move this on a little.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said as he pulled away. Bill’s nipple throbbed a little as his hand pulled away. He looked through again, “Tight on time, eh? I’ll give you 10 minutes to watch you kiss.”

“30,” Ms. Carter shot back.

“15.”

“20.”

“Deal,” the stranger accepted.

The exchange happened so quick that Bill was a little lost, until Ms. Carter took her face in her hands. Then her lips were on Bill’s. Bill sank into the embrace, Ms. Carter’s hands fell from her face to her shoulders. Bill pushed back, returning the kiss in earnest. Bill was lost in the moment, she could’ve gone on forever but Ms. Carter had other plans as she broke the kiss.

Bill stared at Ms. Carter, as she looked back at the hole. “Fuck that was hot,” Gare, as Ms. Carter had called him, said in awe. “I could watch that all day.”

“Pay enough and we can make that happen,” Ms. Carter teased.

Gare chuckled, “Tempting but I think it’s time for the main attraction.” His eye left the hole, Bill could see him messing with his pants on the other side. She looked back to Ms. Carter, she could still feel her on her lips, she was tempted to kiss her again.

The timer whirred again, 22:22:32.

Ms. Carter reached a hand out to the hole. Her hand brushed past where Gare’s cock head barely breached the hole. "She’s going to need more,” Ms. Carter said as she pulled her hand back through, her fingers wrapped around his balls. Gare groaned as he was **** to push further in, his gut pushed against the wall allowing a few extra inches of his smaller cock through the wall.

“Take it from here,” Ms. Carter instructed, making room for Bill to kneel before Gare’s cock. Bill leaned in his cock passing her lips. The couple inches of his cock easily slipped into her mouth, Ms. Carter’s hand and Gare’s balls brushed against her chin as she bobbed her head.

Bill’s mouth filled with the salty taste of Gare’s precum. She preened as Gare moaned, “Fuck, you’re good at that.” Eager to please, encouraged by the praise, Bill sucked harder, bobbing faster. “Wait a sec, let me,” Gare grunted.

Ms. Carter obliged his request, releasing her hold on his balls. He used his plump fingers to pump his dick. “Come closer, I want to cum on your face,” he groaned.

Ms. Carter smiled giving Bill a questioning look, the unspoken question of it being up to her. Bill felt an urge to do as Gare said, an urge to do what she thought Ms. Carter wanted. Bill leaned in, her face inches from the hole. Ms. Carter took that as her cue, and guided Bill into a better position. Bill’s chin rested against the bottom of the hole, her head guided lower to look up through the wall. From this angle she could see Gare’s face, sweat dripping down his forehead as he played with himself.

Ms. Carter leaned in to whisper in Bill’s ear, “Repeat after me.”

Bill bit her lip as Ms. Carter whispered vulgarities in her ear. Bill repeated, “Please, cum for me. I need it all over my slutty face.” She faked a moan, at Ms. Carter’s behest. “Cover me, sir. Please, please.”

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Gare groaned, his cock throbbed as the first shot streaked across Bill’s face. A spray of jizz coated her cheek, a line running down the bridge of her nose, forcing her left eye closed. She felt the warmth draw a line across her forehead. She tasted him, as cum crossed her lips, falling into her open mouth.

“Good girl,” Ms. Carter whispered, her lips brushing against Bill’s ear. She shivered at the words, at the tingling sensation of her touch.

“I’ll give you an hour to take a pic of that,” Gare offered, gazing through the hole once again.

Before Bill could even react, Ms. Carter shot him down with a firm, “No.” The authority of the response sent a shiver down Bill’s spine.

Gare sighed, “How about 10 for you to lick her clean?”

Ms. Carter smiled, “30.”

“10, I think you’re going to clean her up anyways, and so it’s 10 to do it now or none to do it before the next guy.”

Ms. Carter glared through the hole, she knew he was right. “Fine,” she sighed turning to Bill. Bill shivered as Ms. Carter’s tongue ran over her cheek. The wet trail of spit left where the cum used to be. Ms. Carter used her finger to slide the cum off Bill’s eye before slurping from the crease between her nose and cheek. She pressed multiple kisses to Bill’s forehead sucking up the cum that sprayed there. The final touch was the cum across Bill’s lips which ended with a cum-filled kiss.

Bill’s stomach turned in butterflies as Ms. Carter’s tongue brushed against hers, the taste of Gare’s cum filling her mouth.

“That was so hot,” Gare said, as Ms. Carter pulled away leaving an almost empty feeling on Bill’s lips as she longed for more. The timer whirred, 22:09:11. Then it whirred to life again, 21:39:10. That was 2 hours down in 21 minutes. Which was only slightly behind pace to clear in 3 hours. They’d need to clear another 5 hours in the next 39 minutes to be on the right hourly pace.

Bill was pulled away from her mental math haze as Ms. Carter patted her shoulder, “You’re doing great.” Bill preened at the compliment. “Make sure to stretch, we’ll have a minute as Gare gloats.” Bill stood and stretched her legs, watching as Ms. Carter did the same, taking in her gorgeous nude form.