Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Circular by FantasyMan Betsy scooched over the carpet. She inched her delicate hand just into Harris -(TM) shorts, teetering over his little knob. -Good, - remarked the instructor. Mrs. Fields slowly clicked her heels three paces around the podium. She knelt down to eye level with the boy and shook her white blouse, right in front of his nose. Four of her buttons snapped clean off. -Oh -- - coughed a student in the back. Mrs. Fields smiled. In place of the buttons, sprang the young teacher -(TM)s generous bust. Her pale mounds trembled around. They galloped up her solid violet brassiere. She rubbed those huge mounds, one by one, across her Harris -(TM) face. She kissed him once behind the ears. Harris looked like his eyes might pop out and run away. -Betsy, look him in the eye and tug. - Mrs. Fields slunk to the middle of their tense circle. The nervous girl began slowly churning butter. She was struck by how his member had hardened, how the veins and his mushroom head pulsed in her grip. Betsy looked back once more at Mrs. Fields, who did a kind of silent dance with herself. Their teacher writhed around the classroom floor topless now, in a satin thong. The boy who coughed started reaching down his own trousers to masturbate. -Not yet, Johnathon. - She winked. Betsy gripped her partner -(TM)s testicles tighter, shuttling from his tip to his sack. She finally peeked up. Harris -(TM) face was agonized. He closed his eyes. He wanted to watch Mrs. Fields so bad, but Betsy -(TM)s rocketing hands were short-circuiting his mind. The group meditated like that for a time. The boys straining against the urge to masurbate. Each stiffly waiting their turn. Deangelo caught Jackie staring at his tentpole. She automatically humped the air. -Hmm, mm, - said Harris. -Hunh, uhh aw -- - Betsy feathered his red hot cap, felt their blood stirring. Suddenly, his rod quivered. She cried out. -Oh FUCK! - Teacher swirled her hips. -Switch, Todd. - Betsy released Harris. He peered at the group. Todd gingerly picked up Betsy, settling down lap to lap, coiling around her. His right hand roughly pawed a tit. His other traced the outline of her jaw, snaking down to her Adam -(TM)s apple. Mrs. Fields lit a curious stick of incense.