Naughty Boys After School by Liz Ardwall O================O WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity between young teens and an older woman. The author does not encourage nor condone the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your action. If you consider an interracial or generation-difference story to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it. Please note the following story content codes: bisexual, interracial, spank, blackmail, reluc Fm+ young teen mm anal SUMMARY: Teacher finds unintended consequences of corporal punishment. DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions of unprotected sexual acts are not meant to encourage the reader to engage in unsafe behavior. Nothing in this story should be taken to endorse the sexual exploitation of teachers by their students. O================O Marjorie Grimley used to enjoy teaching freshman mathematics at Horace Greeley High School. She'd started her career fresh out of college a dozen years before, when the school still served its neighborhood of Irish and Italian families with generally well-mannered children. She'd looked forward to sitting calmly at her desk, reviewing her pupils' neatly written assignments. Then they'd begun bussing in from other areas a lot of unruly children with dark complexions. Now she often had to deal with disciplinary problems. Today's problem announced his arrival for after-school detention by hurling open the door to rattle against the rubber stop that prevented the hard, brass handle from shattering her neatly wiped blackboard. It was the brown-faced, insolent boy who had disrupted her geometry class by arguing with her that the subject had become unnecessary to learn; anyone who needed geometrical solutions could simply use a computer-aided design program or any of the popular computer drawing programs. When he wouldn't shut up, Marjorie had ordered him to report for after-school detention. His name was Johnny Soo. He was obviously one of the new students brought in from some other part of town. His close-cropped, wiry black hair and broad nose above pouty lips indicated an African heritage, while his almond eyes and high cheekbones revealed a mongrel Asian line. Marjorie imagined he was probably a war orphan, offspring of a black American soldier and some Asian girl whore. Maybe he'd been adopted and brought to this country; it must be a great disappointment to his new guardians to see how irreverent and disrespectful their young charge had turned out. In the front corner of the room, by the windows, was a picnic-style table with wooden plank benches on either side. Marjorie determined that the end of one of those benches would be the right spot to administer Johnny's discipline. She pulled a bench away from the table and sat on the end, facing the boy. "Come here and stand beside me, Johnny," the teacher commanded. He complied without hesitation, but his face wore a look of puzzlement. Perhaps he'd expected Miss Grimley to produce a wooden paddle or a cat-o'-nine-tails for his punishment. His tender bottom would be safe from such abuse; the school board had reluctantly given in to the advocates of corporal punishment with the proviso that it could only be administered barehanded. Marjorie would slap her open palm against Johnny Soo's naked buttocks, and he'd find out it would sting just as much as a paddle. She hoped the boy would be strong and not cry too much; she didn't want to cause any lasting emotional damage. "Unfasten your trousers and drop them to your ankles," Miss Grimley ordered. "Say what?" he responded. "You want me to take off my pants?" "Yes, Johnny," she said. "I'm going to spank your bottom, and you can't keep it padded." "I can't get naked in front of no woman," the boy protested. "You'll do exactly as I say, or I'll take you to the vice-principal, who'll march you home and tell your guardian about your one-week suspension." Johnny wondered why she used that term; didn't she know he had a father? The boy surely didn't want Mr. Sun Pak Soo to hear that his son had been suspended. His father had come to the USA as a penniless refugee orphan in the 50s and had built a single liquor store in the black ghetto into a thriving chain. Mr. Soo had married Latisha Jefferson, a local girl, and raised a family of two sons and two daughters, who were all expected to do well in school and go on to college. The embarrassed boy reluctantly unfastened his belt and let his baggy jeans drop to his ankles. He looked Miss Grimley in the eye as his hands shoved his baby blue boxers off his slender hips. Johnny's floppy Red Sox baseball shirt covered a few wisps of pubic hair; the end of his black prick was clearly visible, hanging down the boy's brown thigh below his small sac of balls. "Come here, Johnny," the teacher directed. "Lie across my lap." "Ooooh, kinky," Johnny said. "Don't be impertinent," Marjorie said sternly. "That earned you an extra swat." "Yes, Ma'am," Johnny said as contritely as he could manage. "What you say, Ma'am." He shuffled over, dragging his pants around his ankles, and with guidance from the teacher, he assumed the position she wanted. His butt was squarely above her thighs, perfectly lined up awaiting the hand of justice. Marjorie pushed the boy's shirt up to his armpits, exposing the smooth, toffee-colored skin of his back. She couldn't resist passing her palm over the boy's firm flesh, feeling its texture like the finest satin. The teacher rested her hand on the globes of Johnny's bottom, ready to begin. It occurred to Marjorie that the boy might have some kind of accident, so she tugged her skirt up to her waist, letting his hips rest against her bare thighs. Her stockings were suspended by straps on the sides and back from a garter belt at her waist, so that several inches of bare skin were exposed below her panties. "Your legs feel nice and smooth," Johnny said. "Hush!" Marjorie lifted her hand and brought the palm down hard and fast against the boy's naked bottom. Whap! "Yowp!" he yelped. "Shit, lady. That hurt like hell." "Watch your mouth, you naughty boy. Language like that will only prolong your punishment." Marjorie raised her hand and spanked the boy firmly again. Whap! "Yowp!" he cried. "Sh-." He hesitated. "Sheesh. That smarts. Take it easy." "Your insolence brought this on yourself," the teacher declared with authority. She slapped the boy's reddening butt once more. Whap! Johnny squirmed against her lap and groaned and whimpered in pain. Marjorie felt something moving beneath the boy against her flesh. When it poked into the crease between her bare thighs, she realized with shock that the boy's penis had become erect. She considered whether to stop and let it subside. No, she decided; it was a normal condition for a boy of his age, especially one of the darker-skinned races. She was sure it had nothing to do with herself or the spanking. Another swat should cure him of his inappropriate reaction. She raised her hand and brought it down with force. Whap! "Yowww!" Johnny yelled. "Shit. Ooops, 'scuse me, sheesh. You're makin' my dick hard." The boy squirmed on the teacher's lap and moved closer to her hips. His prick slid between her thighs until it found the apex. Johnny turned and looked up at Miss Grimley and observed with a tone of wonder, "Your pussy's wet." "Don't be impudent," Marjorie growled. "That's just perspiration." She gave him another vigorous slap. Whap! Johnny grunted and pushed his hips forward. Marjorie felt the boy's hard, wet prick touch her bare flesh and then slide through her pussy slit to bump her clitoris. She groaned at the unexpected sensation. She realized with shock that her panties were open in the front. That morning, she had taken the silken garment from her drawer and put it on before she noticed that it was the pair of crotchless panties that her silly brother had given her as a joke on her birthday. She'd decided to wear them; nobody would notice. How wrong she was. The boy's hands grasped the hem of her skirt and flung it up over her torso, exposing her groin. "Ohhhh," he sighed appreciatively. "Sexy underpants." "No, no," Marjorie protested. "It's just a joke." She felt Johnny's hand move between them. He pressed the head of his prick against her opening and shoved his hips forward. Marjorie gasped as the knob of the boy's hard stick pushed inside her. "Stop that!" she cried. "Take it out." "No way, lady," the boy said. "You're ready and you're gonna get it all." Johnny maneuvered his brown legs across her knee until he was squatting bent-kneed between her creamy thighs. He hunched his groin forward. Beneath her skirt, Marjorie could feel the length of the boy's shaft slide through her panties and all the way into her vagina. His pelvis bumped against her mound. "No!" she cried. "Yes!" the boy insisted, as he pulled back and drove his prick into her pussy again. Marjorie yielded to her passion and clutched the boy's flexing buttocks and pulled his groin against her. He heard her protests, but when he withdrew half of his shaft, he felt her fingers gripping his butt cheeks, urging him to thrust it home again. "Ahhhh," Johnny moaned. "You're so tight and hot." His position caused his hips to dig upward, driving the head of his dick along the tissues of the front of her channel. Marjorie felt a surge of sensation as it pressed over a sensitive spot. "Ohhhh," she moaned in pleasure. Marjorie watched in horror as the boy's nimble, dark fingers moved to undo the buttons of her blouse. She clutched at his arms, but couldn't pull them away from their task. Finished, he flung her blouse open wide. "Ummmm, nice," he said, as he humped his prick into her slippery cunt. Marjorie groaned and watched helplessly as the grinning boy found the clasp at the front of her brassiere and unsnapped it. He tossed the cups aside to dangle from her shoulders. Johnny's brown hands caressed his teacher's creamy breasts. Looking down at her groin, Marjorie watched the boy's hard, dark dick pump in and out of her tender pussy. She didn't resist when the boy slid her blouse and bra off her shoulders. She lifted her hands and let him pull the garments free, leaving her naked above her upturned skirt. His arms slipped inside her own and around her back; then his hands cradled the back of her head. He leaned forward against her; his weight propelled her to fall backwards, where his hands and arms cushioned her crash against the wooden bench. His belly rested on hers as he lifted his hips and shoved his dick hard into her tight vagina. "Ohhhh," Marjorie groaned, overcome by her taboo lust. Johnny moved to rest on his elbows. He bowed his body and buried his bronze face between her creamy breasts, rubbing his cheeks against first one and then the other. "Ahhhh," he moaned, "they're so big and soft. It's like when I was a little baby with my mama." He pulled his hips up and thrust his hard boycock into the woman's tight channel, rubbing across the spot that drove her into a delirium of sensation. "It's like I'm fucking my own ma," he cried. His tongue licked her grape-sized right nipple; then his lips sucked hungrily at her left. The hot sensation of the boy's mouth on her sensitive tit stoked the fire in Marjorie's groin that was fed by the boy's stiff, thrusting prick. She began to tremble and writhe involuntarily beneath him, as the heat inside her grew. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh," she cried. "What are you doing to me?" Johnny wrapped his arms tightly around his teacher and pumped his hips. "I'm makin' you cum, teach. We're gonna cum together. I'm gonna shoot my sperms right up your pussy." "No! You can't," she wailed. "Take it out." Marjorie pushed at the boy's shoulders, but his arms were wrapped tightly around her, crushing his chest against her breasts as he drove his cock into her cunt. "Stop," she groaned. She couldn't reach his hips, and she was losing control of her senses. In futile protest, she pounded her fists against her ravisher's back as a surge of passion grew in her groin and swept upward to cloud her brain. "Ahhhh," she moaned. "Unnnh! Unnnh," she grunted as the boy's prick slammed into her, bringing greater sensation with each stroke. "Yeah, lady. I'm givin' you my hot spunk." She felt the black boy's swollen prick throbbing and pulsing in the tight sheath of her rippling tissues. Johnny Soo's dark seed spurted into her white womb again and again. "Noooo," she groaned, as another wave of wanton passion swept through her body. The clasped each other close, their minds clouded by their shared rapture. They both were breathing heavily; their bellies pressed against each other as they panted. Finally, Marjorie could speak. "Oh, Johnny," she sighed. "Oh, Miss Grimley," the boy said. "That was awesome." The boy stretched his neck forward and pecked his teacher on the lips. Marjorie recoiled in shock and tried to push his chest away from her breasts. Johnny held tightly to her back and stirred his still-hard dick in her pussy. "Don't be pushing," he said. "We're just getting started." He pulled back his prick and drove it into the teacher's tender channel. "Ohhhh," Marjorie groaned in involuntary pleasure. They were startled by the creak of the door hinges. Their eyes turned to see a brown-faced boy enter the room and let the door close behind him. Marjorie recognized him as Manuel Ortiz; he was her student, but he had missed class today. What was he doing here now? Oh God, she thought. He's seen us. "Excuse me, Miss Grimley," the boy began. "Can I get the assign-." He stopped; his eyes went wide. "-ment?" his voice trailed off. "What are you doing?" he cried. Marjorie couldn't think of any appropriate explanation of their compromising position. In a firm, teacher-like voice she directed, "Take a seat, Manuel. I'll be with you in a moment." "You're ..." he stammered, "you're ... Holy Mother of God!" Manuel's face set in a mask of disapproval. "I'm gonna tell," he said, reaching for the door handle. Marjorie wanted to sink into the floor. This awful, naughty boy had destroyed her. His hard cock was still stuffed into her pussy, and she couldn't push him off. Not only were Johnny's mongrel sperms swimming into her fertile womb, but she would lose her job when Manuel told the principal. She was ruined. "Stop, Manny," shouted Johnny. "You ain't gonna tell nothing, man. You're gonna come over here and lose your cherry." Marjorie gasped. What did he mean by that? Manuel looked interested. "Whachu mean, man?" he asked. "You're gonna lose your cherry today, Manny," Johnny said. "You're gonna become a real man. You're gonna walk right over here and fuck Miss Grimley." Marjorie was horrified. "No!" she cried. "You can't." "Hush, lady," Johnny whispered at her. "You don't want him to tell, do you? Just do it. One more boy won't hurt you." The teacher watched Manuel approach them. His straight, black hair fell in bangs over his forehead, resting above brown eyes set upon high cheekbones divided by an eagle-beak nose. His features were pure Indian; the cinnamon complexion of his face and arms was darker than Johnny's. He was dressed in a short-sleeved, white cotton shirt, tucked into pale green, brushed denim jeans that fitted his hips snugly. Half the buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his smooth, hairless chest. Marjorie averted her eyes in embarrassment when the boy stopped beside their bench and leaned over to peer between their joined bodies. Johnny raised himself with his arms; he withdrew his hard, dripping dick with a plop from the teacher's gaping, sloppy cunt slit and backed away from her open legs. Manuel's mouth dropped open; his eyes were wide. His brown hand reached to grope a prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Johnny stood up and stepped back from the foot of the bench. "Kick off your sneaks, Manny." he said. "Get out of those clothes; Miss Grimley likes her boys bare assed." The Korean boy's baseball shirt fell from around his neck to his waist, where the hem draped over his erect cock. Johnny quickly pulled it up and over his head and tossed it onto a front row desk, setting an example for the other boy. He supported himself on Miss Grimley's desk while he tugged off his basketball shoes and kicked free of his pants. Then he stood proudly naked; his wet prick bobbed in front of his bronze belly. "What are you waiting for, Manny? She wants your dick." Manuel sprang into action. His stubby fingers undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and jerked it open; he shrugged it off his narrow shoulders and let it fall to the floor, exposing the dark raisins of his nipples on his flat chest. He kicked off his sneakers and quickly unfastened his jeans and slid them down his slim, smooth legs and jerked his feet free; he wore no underpants. Marjorie could see the boy's dark brown prick filling and stretching away from his thigh. The teacher was in shock; her creamy legs remained spread apart invitingly. When the Mexican boy hesitated, Johnny walked over and grasped his hand and led him to Miss Grimley's feet. He swapped hands and, with his left, pulled Manuel forward, while his right hand pressed against the boy's smooth, round butt. "What do I do?" Manuel asked. "Lean closer," Johnny directed. He wrapped his fingers around the boy's cock and guided it to her pussy. "Leggo my dick!" Manuel demanded. Johnny rubbed the end of the boy's stiff, brown rod through Miss Grimley's juicy slit. "Ooooh," Manny sighed, protesting no more. Johnny guided the head of Manuel's prick to Marjorie's opening and stirred it around. He pressed forward on the boy's butt and watched the hard, dark shaft slide into the teacher's tight, slick opening. "Noooo," Marjorie protested. "Manuel, you can't." Johnny pushed on the Mexican boy's warm bottom. "Show her, Manny," he said. "Show her you can." Manuel's hot boycock slid all the way into the grasping glove of his teacher's pussy. "Oh, man," he sighed, "I never felt nothin' like this." "Ohhhh!" Marjorie groaned, as the boy's stiff prick slid through her tissues and his pelvis bumped against her groin. "Now pull back a little and push it in again," Johnny directed. The Mexican boy's cock drew back to almost expose the head and then thrust deep into Marjorie's cunt, rubbing over the spot that sent a spark through her groin. "Ooooh," Marjorie cooed in bliss. Manuel stroked his prick in and out, showing his teacher he was a quick learner. Her hands involuntarily moved to urge her young invader's hips forward. They began to moan together each time he plunged deep inside her. Johnny's dick was hard again. He knew what he wanted to do with it. He came over and stopped between Manuel's knees. His palm cupped Manny's little sac of balls that hung down between his thighs. Johnny extended his middle finger forward into Miss Grimley's juicy cunt. He slid his finger along Manny's dick as it moved in and out of their teacher's pussy hole. "Ooooh," Manny crooned. "That feels so cool, Johnny. Your finger is rubbing my dick while I'm fucking Miss Grimley. Ooooh." Johnny moved his juice-slick finger to the little tan bud between the brown globes of the Mexican boy's butt. He stirred it around until the entrance winked open to admit the Korean's probing fingertip. Johnny pushed into Manuel's tight hole, massaging over the boy's prostate. "Ohhhh," Manny moaned. "What did you do? You made my dick jump." "That's your hot button, Manny," Johnny said. "Every guy's got one." Manuel raised his hips and pumped into his teacher's pussy channel. Johnny slid his finger in and out of the Mexican boy's clutching ass hole, making Manny groan with each stroke. The Korean boy moved his hand back between Miss Grimley's thighs and pushed two fingers into her slippery cunt, rubbing Manuel's hard, slim prick that stroked inside her. Manny moaned in pleasure; Marjorie hummed with each rapturous pump of the Mexican boy's stiff shaft through her tight, slick vagina. Johnny withdrew his fingers, dripping with Miss Grimley's wet pussy juices, and stroked his own hard cock, lubricating it for its next assignment. He stepped closer to Manuel and rubbed the knob of his rigid prick along the smooth, dark ass crack until it found the Mexican boy's opening. "Whachu doin', man?" Manuel asked. "I'm gonna rub your hot button some more, Manny," Johnny said calmly. He stirred the head of his hard dick against the tight, rosy bud until it opened and hungrily sucked in the head of Johnny's invading spear. "Unnnh. Unnnh," Manuel grunted. "Stop." "Just relax, Manny," Johnny said soothingly. "It's gonna feel real good." "If I let you do this, you won't think I'm queer, will you?" Manny asked. "Nah. You're straight as an arrow, man," Johnny assured the boy. "Your dick is fuckin' old Grimley, ain't it? How much straighter could you get? Everything's cool, man." Ooooh! Marjorie gnashed her teeth in rage at the impertinent mongrel boy. 'Old Grimley,' indeed. She clenched her vagina around the Mexican boy's thrusting prick, making him moan in pleasure, "Ohhhh, your pussy's so tight, Miss Grimley." Despite flinching at the boy's explicit language, Marjorie displayed a smug smile. Manuel pumped his stiff shaft into his teacher's slippery tunnel; with each stroke, Johnny's dick pushed another inch into Manny's hot butt hole. When his pelvis pressed against the Mexican boy's smooth, yielding buns, their combined weight drove Manuel's hard boycock deeper into Miss Grimley's clutching cunt. Three groans of rapture filled the air. Johnny kept his spear buried deep inside Manuel's wounded butt while the young Mexican's hips rose and fell, pumping his hot poker into his teacher. "Ohhhh," Manny cried. "This is awesome. Miss Grimley's pussy is squeezin' my dick. and your big, hard cock feels good in my butt, Johnny. I love being in the middle like this." "You're in a sex sandwich," the Korean boy said. When Manuel drove his prick deep into his teacher's cunt, Johnny slid his prick back and shoved it hard up Manny's butt hole. "Ohhhh," Manuel moaned. "Do it again, Johnny." He pushed back against the stiff invader and then drove his hot dick into his teacher's gripping pussy. He warmed from his exertions and the heat of two bodies touching him; a sheen of perspiration glowed on the boy's dark skin. "Ahhhh," Marjorie's groaned in pleasure. The Mexican boy's damp chest squashed her sensitive nipples, sending a hot flash of passion down to her groin. She wriggled in rapture beneath her two pupils, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being fucked by a hard, young boycock. Johnny and Manuel found their rhythm, sliding their dicks in sync in and out of their tight receptacles. Johnny groaned as his dick rested deep inside the hot Mexican butt. Manuel began to sweat; droplets fell from his chin onto Miss Grimley's soft tits. He hummed in pleasure as his prick pushed deep into his teacher's slick vagina; Manny loved how she moaned and squeezed his dick when he rubbed through her tissues. The Mexican boy pressed his wet lips against Miss Grimley's; she didn't resist. Her thirsty tongue lapped at his salty face, licking drops from his chin and nose. Manuel groaned again when Johnny's hard cock bumped over his prostate and filled his butt hole with hot boy meat. The Korean boy slithered wetly against the Mexican's sweaty back. Manny squirmed his slippery chest and belly against Miss Grimley, making her sigh with bliss. He felt his stiff shaft throb with excitement. "Oh, man," he murmured. "My heat is rising." Marjorie's body began to shudder; waves of fire rushed up from her groin through her breasts and fogged her brain with rapture. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh," she cried. "You boys are making me cum." Johnny pumped his hard cock faster, out and into Manuel's gripping boy pussy. He didn't want to be left behind when the others began to climax. Manny's ass seemed to be milking his dick, coaxing his spunk from his balls. With relief, he felt his prick swelling and starting to throb. "Ahhhh," he moaned. "I'm gonna fill your butt with cream, Manny." "Do it," Manuel cried. "Ohhhh!" he felt his hot cock throbbing and pulsing in Miss Grimley's clutching cunt hole. "I'm gonna shoot my sex juice right up my teacher's pussy." "Noooo," Marjorie groaned through the haze of her ecstasy, feeling Manuel's dick squirt his hot sperm into her womb. Another dark-skinned boy was flooding her with his seed. "Ooooh," she cooed in involuntary rapture, as another burst of boy seed gushed into her thirsty vagina. "Ahhhh!" Johnny sighed. He shoved his stiff shaft deep into Manny's tight bottom and felt his ejaculation spurt into the boy's hot butt hole. "Ohhhh," he moaned, as his pulsing dick pumped another shot of Korean jism into the Mexican's ass. Finally, the boys were drained; they collapsed in exhaustion. Manuel squirmed his sweat-soaked body between his partners when he could muster the energy. He let his softening prick swim in Miss Grimley's sloppy pussy. That was straight enough, he thought. It didn't matter if it was queer to feel good about Johnny's cock filling his cream-flooded butt. Johnny felt a surge of boyish pride. He had fucked two people today. He had screwed his teacher; he had shafted a hot Mexican ass. He was a real stud boy now. Marjorie's groaned. She was sexually satisfied like never before, but she had two loads of dark sperms in her womb, swimming up to join her fertile egg. What would become of her? "Boys, you're crushing me," she complained, feeling their dead weight on her body. Johnny backed away, pulling his prick with a plop from the Mexican boy's cum-slick butt hole. Manuel raised himself from the bench and slid his dick from Miss Grimley's juicy pussy, lubricated by two loads of boy spunk. Marjorie struggled up to support herself on her elbows. She watched her young ravishers pull on their clothing, as nonchalantly as if they'd just been skinny dipping in a stream. When they were ready to go, Johnny said, "You should get dressed and go home now, Miss Grimley. Won't be no more boys today." Manuel turned as they went out the door and said, "G'night, Miss Grimley. See you in class tomorrow." Marjorie gathered her clothing and prepared to leave. She wondered if she would have the courage to face those awful boys tomorrow in class, knowing they were sitting at their desks looking at her, having seen her in the nude and committed unspeakable acts. The mongrel boy's parting words haunted her: "No more boys TODAY." Did he imply that he'd return to plunder her pussy again? O================O As the reader might imagine, this is contemplated to be a series of episodes. But don't hold your breath. Read more of the author's stories at /~Ardwall/Stories.html