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 G E N I T A__C L A N


Author: Brother Genita and Sister Genita
Title: Adolescent Danny--Students, Teacher, and Videotape
Universe: Chaseton Middle School, city of Chaseton, Chaseton County. 
Related to "Danny and Marie's Kiddie Sex Games," "The Adventures of Uncle
Pete," and other stories by members of the Genita Clan.
Summary: In 1994, 14-year-olds Danny and Matt decided to sneak a
camcorder into the girls' locker room at Chasteton Middle School.  They got
much more than they bargained for.
Keywords: bd (very mild), blackmail (not really), cons, Ff, Fm, mf, Ffm,
masturbation, middle school, nosex, oral
Language: English

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   WARNING

   This fictional story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.
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   Adolescent Danny: Students, Teacher and Videotape

   by Brother Genita and Sister Genita



   My name is Danny.  I've always loved sports, but my favorite middle
school hobby began when I was 14 years old and my best friend Matt got a
camcorder.

   Matt and I were eighth graders at Chaseton Middle School when he got the
camcorder for his 14th birthday.  We wasted several hours shooting shots of
each other making faces, doing tricks on our boards, dribbling basketballs,
spitting from three stories up and stuff like that.  Hey, it was spring of
1994 and we were both 14.

   We were talking about how great a camcorder was because we could tape
stuff and didn't have to take it anywhere to get it developed like we did
with film.  I think digital cameras had just come out, but I didn't even
know about them then--Matt was the one into electronics, not me.  Being a
couple of horny adolescents, it didn't take long before our thoughts led to
a plan that involved girls.

   We knew our middle school was open long before we got there on the bus.
My idea, cause I'm the corrupt one, was to sneak into the school early, set
up the camera in the girl's locker room, turn it on and sneak out, letting
the tape run.  I knew we'd get about an hour or so of nothing, but when
those 12, 13 and 14 year old girls took off their school uniforms for
PE...the idea of seeing those naked bodies, those developing breasts, round
asses and teenage cunts was a young adolescent's dream come true.  We could
masturbate to that tape every day for a month, I thought.  Little did I
realize what we'd really see would be even better.

   I had to convince Matt it wouldn't hurt nobody, cause he's the moral
one. "Look, Matt," I said for the fifth time, "no one's gonna know but us.
What they don't know can't hurt them."

   "I don't know, Danny," he said.  "It seems kind of illegal."

   "Of course it's illegal," I snapped.  "That's what makes it so
exciting." I'd figured this out already.  It's like, if you lived in a
country where you saw everyone naked all the time, it wouldn't be no big
deal.  It's when you have to plan and sneak and pray you don't get caught
that it's thrilling.

   Eventually, his hormones took over, and he agreed to do it.  We decided
to do it on Friday, cause then we'd have all weekend to replay the tape. 
We took an early bus--we always rode the city bus--giving our parents some
excuse or other, and arrived well over an hour early.  Matt had no idea how
to sneak into the school, but I did.  I knew a lot of Chaseton Middle
School's secrets, even some about a couple of teachers.  I didn't know it
then, but I was about to learn another one.

   There was only one outside door unlocked this early, and that led
straight into the front of the office.  But there was a part of the brick
wall on one side of the school that was hidden from the street by bushes.
It had a large heavy trash bin you could stand on.  If we sneaked in that
way, there was an unlocked door inside the campus grounds.  I went over the
wall first, being the more athletic one, and helped drag Matt's skinny body
over the wall.  He almost lost the camera on the way over the wall, but we
got it and us on the other side.

   "You sure we won't get caught?" he whispered, adjusting his glasses.

   "No," I whispered back.  "The risk is why it's so exciting, remember?"

   I didn't give him a chance to answer, but moved along and he followed. I
wished we didn't have to always wear white shirts and dark pants to school,
because it made it harder to hide, but hell, that added to the risk.  We
easily moved through an unlocked door on the inside of the middle school
campus, but the next step was tricky.  There was only one way from here to
the girl's locker room, and it went right past the side door of the office.
It had a glass window on the top part of the door and windows on the sides.
I knew from experience that about half a dozen people would be there in 15
or 20 minutes, but right now there'd probably only be the principal, mean
old Miss Crumb, who I knew got there real early.  "Get down on the floor,"
I whispered to Matt.  "We gotta crawl." He did as I said, and we started
creeping past the bottom part of the door, under the windows.  My plan was
going real smooth.

   We'd just gone past the door when I heard it start to open.  "Shit!" I
whispered.  It must be Miss Crumb!  "Quick Matt around the corner!" We
rushed half crouched around the corner and I prayed whoever it was went the
other way.  They did.  So far we were safe.

   From here it was easy.  We listened at the door to the girls' locker
room, heard nothing, so we opened it, slowly.  We moved in and barely saw
the large open room, for the only light was faint and coming from one end
of the room.  I figured it was sunlight peeking in.  But man, the room was
an open area just like the guys' which meant we should get some great shots
of girls changing!  Little did I know what we'd really get to see...We had
a hard time finding a place to hide the camera, but Matt figured out a way
of hiding it on a shelf, propping it up on some discarded gym clothes to
get the right angle.  It was further away than we wanted, but it would
work. Everything was going according to plan.

   We decided not to sneak out of the school, but instead hide somewhere
until they let the rest of the kids in.  We started creeping out of the
girl's locker room when we heard a strange noise.  We ducked for cover and
listened.  It was like a whining or something.  "I think it's a cat or
dog," said Matt.  "Maybe it's stuck somewhere."

   "Maybe," I said.  But something about the sound seemed familiar.  I
started creeping toward it.  Then I noticed it was coming from the same
direction as the faint light, which I discovered wasn't from outside but
was coming through the window of the little office that was just like the
one in the boy's locker room.

   "Where are you going, Danny?" asked Matt.  I ignored him and continued
toward the light and the sound.  Pretty soon I was sure it wasn't a dog,
and it didn't sound like a cat.  It sounded like...

   "Holy shit!" I didn't mean to speak out loud, but what I saw was more
than we'd ever expected.  In the little office area of the girls' locker
room, seen through the glass window, was Miss Barton.  She was the girls'
physical education teacher, cheerleading coach and gymnastics instructor
who was still in her early to mid 20s.  She was all of our fantasies.  She
never walked but bounced, with her perky blond ponytail, her thin 5 foot
four inch gymnast frame, her wiggling ass, and her small but firm-looking
breasts.  At least I imagined they were firm, I had never seen them.  But I
was seeing them now!  I couldn't see below her waist, but from there up she
was totally naked!  She must have been sitting on top of the desk or I
wouldn't have seen her at all.  Her gorgeous breasts were perky like the
rest of her.  One of her hands was fondling one of her breasts, and I could
see her pink nipples and aureoles.  Her other hand disappeared below my
view.  `My God," I thought, "Miss Barton is masturbating!"

   I'd beaten off to my Dad's porn collection many times, but this was real
life!  I could see her move and hear her whine!  I had half a boner before
we even sneaked in, but now it sprung to full life.

   But what if I was caught?  I'd just spoken out loud...but she wasn't
reacting at all.  The door was shut, after all, and I wasn't all that
close. I guess she was so occupied she didn't see or hear me.  Then I
remembered the camera.  "Matt!" I whispered urgently.  "Get the camera over
here quick!"

   "But I just got it all set up," he whispered back.

   "Fuck that!  Just bring it here now!"

   He brought it as I watched.  Miss Barton had her hand going down where I
couldn't see it, and I could imagine her diddling her wonderful cunt.  Man,
if only we could get a shot of that!  I wondered if we could...

   "Holy shit!" said Matt when he saw her.  Fortunately, he remembered to
whisper.

   "Aim your camera," I said.  He wasted no time.  We got about two minutes
of shooting, when I decided to get bolder.  "Let's get closer," I said.

   For once, Matt wasn't being overly cautious.  He crept up, still aiming
the camera.  While he was doing that, I decided to make sure our exit was
clear in case he blew it.  The gym teacher might hear him or see his shadow
through her office window and we'd have to leave quickly.  When I came back
I was in shock.  Matt was stepping onto a bench, holding the camera only
two yards away from her window!

   "Matt!" I whispered frantically.  "Get down!  She's gonna see you, you
idiot!"

   "No she's not," said Matt, his voice in awe.  "She's got her eyes closed
and it's a lot darker here than in there..." He aimed straight in.  Then he
zoomed in, aiming lower, and whispered "Oh my God!"

   "What?" I said.

   "Danny," he swallowed, "you gotta see this." I figured what the hell, if
he was going to get us caught with him standing there, I might as well get
my look.  I stood up on the bench behind him.  I could hear her moaning
whine even better from here.  But in spite of what Matt said, it took some
convincing to get him to let me look through the zoom lens of the camera.

   He moved so I could see, and when I got a good look through the
camcorder, I almost dropped it.  I was so excited by the idea of seeing
Miss Barton diddling her cunt, I hadn't even thought of another
possibility. Her hand wasn't on her cunt, it was on someone's head! 
Someone was licking her pussy!

   Matt was taller than me, and I couldn't quite see who it was.  Could it
be Mr.  Dewey, the science teacher who I'd seen looking up girls' skirts,
or Coach Bell, who hid his hardon with his clipboard every time Miss Barton
showed him the cheerleaders' latest routine?  I stood on my toes, trying to
get a better look, but almost lost my balance.  I grabbed Matt and almost
knocked him off, then dropped back to flat-footed after only a couple
seconds.  But I saw enough to know it wasn't another teacher.  It was a
student!  I saw a white shirt which all students in our middle school had
to wear, and something that looked black or dark blue beneath.  Either way,
it was definitely a student uniform.  Whoever the lucky guy was had dark
hair, brown or black, but I didn't get that good of a look.  I could sure
hear Miss Barton's whining getting louder, though.  And faster.  Even in my
inexperience, I knew she must be about to cum.

   "Let me use the camera again!" whispered Matt.

   "In a second," I said.  I just had to see who the guy was, and try to
get a shot at what he was licking.  Could it be Carl, who played middle
school soccer but looked like a high school junior and had all the girls
drooling over him?  No, I was smaller than Carl, but was still bigger than
this guy.  This guy was skinny.  Why would a babe like Miss Barton be
interested in a skinny guy?  For the first time in my life, I regretting
that I was better built than Matt, who was skinny himself.

   The gym teacher was whining really loud now, and I had to see.  I
steadied myself with one hand on the wall, and went back to my tiptoes. 
Miss Barton screamed!  She was cumming!  "Danny!" pleaded Matt, but I had
to get a shot of that lucky guy's tongue licking her succulent cunt.  I
could see the guy's hair, the head moving...then I noticed the hair was
long.  How many guys in our school had long hair?

   But then the "guy" looked up.  I froze.  It wasn't a guy, it was
13-year-old Laurie!  Oh my God!  I had just watched a seventh grade girl
lick Miss Barton's pussy to orgasm!  I swear I almost creamed in my jeans
right then.

   But why, I thought, with all the horny guys around, and gorgeous girls,
why Laurie?  She was kind of short, skinny, didn't have any breasts to
speak of, just small mounds, had long curly brown hair that always needed
combing, and here she was savoring what we could only dream about.  She was
always trying to hang around with me, and I always ignored her.  Shit!

   I hoped to God she didn't see me.  But her eyes were looking directly
into Miss Barton's face like she was in love.  And there, glistening with
Laurie's saliva, only partially covered with a thin strip of curly dark
blond hair with swollen wet lips spread open, was Miss Barton's pussy! 
Thank God for zoom lenses!

   "Let me see!" whispered Matt.  I handed the camera to him and let him
take over.  I stood on the bench by him, but right now I felt too weak to
hold the camera steady.  "Oh my God!" he whispered, obviously seeing what I
had just seen.  "It's Laurie!" This he didn't whisper.  And we were only
two yards away from the window.  As I looked, Miss Barton's eyes opened,
she turned and looked through the window, and stared straight into the
camera in front of Matt's face.  Her eyes got wide in horror, Laurie stood
up and her eyes got wide in horror, my eyes got wide in horror, and I don't
know how Matt looked cause I was running already.  I was out of the locker
room, down a hallway and turning before I even though of what Matt was
doing.  He was right behind me.  We tried to dart into the nearest
classroom.  The door was locked.  And so was the next one.  And the next
one.  And the one after that had Mrs.  Dallas already in it, so we couldn't
go in there.

   "We gotta hide the camera!" he said, as we heard footsteps moving
quickly toward us.

   He was right.  But where could we put it?

   I didn't have a chance to think about it, for around the corner came
Miss Barton.

   "Boys," she said, breathing hard and straightening her pullover top. 
She was in her socks, and I could tell by the bumps in her blouse she
wasn't wearing a bra.  She had on her white gym shorts, but I wondered if
she had time to pull on her panties.  "I have to talk to you.  Now!"

   Strangely to me, she sounded as worried as angry.  I was only thinking
how worried I was about me.  I followed her into the hallway.  Matt was way
behind us for some reason, but eventually caught up, camcorder turned off
but in hand.  She led us into the office where we'd just seen her and
Laurie.  I couldn't believe she was actually letting us go in the girls'
locker room, but of course no girls were there yet.  And I saw no sign of
Laurie.

   She got right to the point.  "What did you guys see?  And what did you
get on tape?"

   Even knowing Matt had the camcorder in his hand, holding onto our own
death warrant, I lied stupidly.  "Nothing."

   But for some reason, I don't know why, something must have clicked in
Matt.  Finally, my antics had worn off on him, and he was thinking faster
than I was.  "He's lying, Miss Barton.  We got everything."

   What was Matt saying?  But then I picked up on it.  She looked as
worried as we were!  "That's right.  We got you and your `friend' both on
tape."

   Then she did something that surprised me.  The usually bubbly, bouncy PE
teacher violently grabbed the camcorder out of Matt's hand.  She opened it
up, and saw...nothing.  The tape was gone.

   "Where's the tape?" she demanded.

   "It's safe," said Matt.  I couldn't believe how calm he sounded.  He
must have hidden it when he dawdled as I followed the girls' PE teacher
down the hallway.  Strangely, I was more nervous than he was, but I went
along.

   "That's right, Miss Barton, it's safe."

   She paused for a second.  "All right, boys," she said.  "What do you
want for the tape?"

   Now this was getting into my area of expertise.  I was thinking of all
kinds of things, from a chance to peek into the girls' locker room to an A
in class--but of course neither one of us was in girls' PE.  Matt spoke
first.  "Enough for Danny to get his own camcorder."

   "What?" both me and Miss Barton said at the same time.  I was surprised
he'd be thinking of me first.  He really was a pal.

   She continued.  "You want him to have one too so you can both get shots
of me?"

   Matt backed down a little.  "No, Miss Barton, we promise if you give us
enough for another camcorder, we'll give you the tape and not tell anybody
what we saw."

   There was a pause, and then she said "OK.  Just let me know how much it
costs.  I'll give you the money and you give me the tape.  And please,
boys, promise not to tell anyone about this or anything you might see in
the future."

   "We give you our word," he said, and I said "sure," my mind already
racing.  We'd made a deal with her, but I had my own ideas of future deals,
including one with Laurie...

   As soon as Matt and I were alone, I said "we're in business, pal."

   "What do you mean?" he said, as he dug the tape out of the trash can
he'd hidden it in.

   "Don't you see?  This is only the first one.  Imagine what we can shoot
with two camcorders, and who we can catch in the act.  We could make a lot
of money."

   I thought he was going to argue with me like he always did about moral
issues, but he amazed me.  "Yeah, I guess so," he said.  "As long as we
always keep our word."

   "Of course," I said, knowing that was the only way to be successful as a
blackmailer.

   "We could get lots of equipment," he continued, "maybe even our own
studio.  But we got to be careful..."

   I left him with his dreams.  I had dreams of my own...

   Laurie wasn't her usual self, and avoided me all day long.  Finally I
caught up with her after school.  She took a bus going the opposite
direction of mine, but I knew where she waited.

   Her deep brown eyes were staring into space, her curly brown hair
blowing in a light breeze.  As I looked at her, I realized she really was
kind of cute.  Especially her mouth, because I knew where it had been.  Her
arms were wrapped around her white blouse with its two little bumps.  She
had on a dark blue skort, with a dark blue backpack and Winnie the Pooh
riding on it.  Instead of sitting on or standing by the bench with the
other kids, she was standing about 10 feet away, isolated.  Fine with me.
It gave me a chance to talk with her in private.

   "Hey, Laurie," I said, "did you have anything good to eat for
breakfast?"

   She turned toward me.  "Please don't tell!" she whined.  I wasn't about
to, of course.  I'd get in as much trouble as her, and it would blow my
chances at a camcorder.  But I wasn't going to tell her that.

   "You know, Laurie, I've always liked you," I lied.

   "No you don't," she said.  "You always avoid me.  Please don't tell!"
her voice was pleading, with tears in her eyes.

   I admit I have a mean streak, but I really didn't want to hurt her. 
"OK, Laurie.  I won't tell.  As long as you do me a favor."

   "What?  I'll do anything."

   I knew she was a virgin like me, but in spite of what she said I knew
she wasn't ready to give it up.  And I wasn't going to force her.  But
there were other things she could do for me, and I could build up to it,
day by day.  Today, as a start, I wanted to fondle her tits...

   "A few things," I said.

   "Like what?" she asked.

   "First," I bent closer to her, "show me your titties." I expected her to
bitch about that, but I had the upper hand.

   "OK," she said, surprising me.  "But where?"

   Frankly I had no idea.  Things had happened so fast, I hadn't thought it
through.  "Well," I said, "we need a place where no one can see us."

   "The girls' locker room," she said.  "We can go there.  But we have to
hurry before my bus comes."

   "The girls' locker room?" I said stupidly.  "We can't hide there."

   "Of course we can, silly," she said, taking my arm.  "Everyone's out of
school.  Miss Barton lets me go there all the time.  Come on."

   So much for me having the upper hand.  She led me back into the school,
still taking my arm.  We went quickly through the halls and she went
straight into the locker room.  I'd been in it twice today, but still
stopped at the door.  What if someone was still in there?  "Come in,
Danny," she said.  "There's no one here.  Hurry!"

   I did.  The locker room area was empty like she said, and she took me to
a room I hadn't noticed earlier.  She pulled out a key and unlocked the
door.  Why would a seventh grader have a key to...oh yeah.  "This is Miss
Barton's changing room," she said.  "I'm not doing anything in that office
anymore." She led me in, pulled the chain to turn on the overhead light,
shut the door to the small room, and locked it.  "No one else has a key but
me.  And her."

   "We have to hurry," she continued.  "My bus comes quick," she said.  She
dropped her backpack and started unbuttoning her blouse.

   Somehow, this was all too fast, even for me.  It didn't seem...sexy
somehow.  It was more like going to the doctor than playing doctor. 
"Wait," I said when she had the top four buttons of her blouse undone.  I
could see the front-hook of her small white bra, and wanted to see more,
but..."we don't have to hurry."

   "Yes we do," she said.  "My bus is going to be here."

   "Maybe..." I said, "maybe we could do this when we have more time."

   She didn't have a chance to answer, for at that moment we heard a key in
the lock.  I started to panic, but Laurie stayed calm.  "It's just Miss
Barton," she said.

   She was right again.  The teacher took one look at me, and said
something I never thought I'd hear come out of a teacher's mouth.  "What
the fuck are you doing here?" she asked.

   "Danny wants to see my titties," Laurie explained matter-of-factly.

   "Why here?" she asked.  Then to me "have you got that camcorder with
you?" Of course I didn't, and I mentally kicked myself for it.  I should
have insisted Laurie let me tape her so I could look at it later and show
it to Matt.  I hadn't even answered when the gym teacher said "Laurie, if
you want to show him your boobs fine, but please do it somewhere else.  I
have to change."

   A million things went through my mind right then, but they were a jumble
and I said none of them.

   "But I don't have time," Laurie said.  "My bus will be here any minute."

   Miss Barton looked at her for a second.  "Laurie, is he forcing you to
do this?"

   "No," she said.  Then she put a hand in front of her mouth to hide a
grin.  "He thinks he is."

   The tiny feeling of power I still had left in me vanished.

   Miss Barton just stared at us for a second.  Then she broke into a grin
and started laughing and laughing, her bubbly cheerleader self again.  "I'm
going to call your parents." I felt instant panic, but then she continued.
"Laurie, I'll tell them you're staying after school to help me again." The
two of them exchanged knowing glances, but I was dumbfounded.  She made the
call, then said "what's your number, Danny?"

   "Oh, you don't need to call my parents," I said quickly.  "Matt and me
usually play basketball or hang out after school, and my folks won't be
home for a couple hours."

   "Fine," said the teacher.  "Laurie, why don't we both show Danny."

   "OK," said Laurie, smiling at her.  "But mine are so small."

   "Your breasts are beautiful, Laurie.  Mine aren't so big either, and
were smaller than yours at your age.  I'm sure Danny's going to love them.
Now just do what I do."

   I couldn't believe it.  Miss Barton was standing in front of me on the
left, and Laurie on the right.  Laurie continued unbuttoning her blouse,
while Miss Barton pulled her white pullover top with the Chaseton Middle
School Cats emblem on it over her head.  Both of them smiled at me, the
blue-eyed teacher seductively with her blond hair still in a ponytail and
Laurie with her long curly brown hair framing her cute little face.  The
school's sexiest teacher was wearing a white sports bra that hooked in the
back, and Laurie was revealing a small lacy white bra that hooked in front.
They both wiggled in front of me, with 13-year-old Laurie looking at me
then at her teacher then back at me again.  The room was small, and they
were only about two yards away, the same distance from where we were to the
window when we'd videotaped this morning.  Only now there was no glass in
between.

   Then both of them moved their hands to their bra hooks, the teacher's in
back and the student's in front.  They both undid them, slowly, and then I
saw the PE teacher's wonderful firm breasts once again, her pink nipples
erect.  They were actually small and pert, but large compared to the
seventh grader's tiny mounds.  It didn't look like Laurie really needed a
bra, but her aureoles and nipples were just as big as her teacher's, and
darker.  Both girls swayed in front of me.  I was gazing at four stiff
nipples, and could feel my cock stiffen in my pants.

   Then the blond teacher's hands went to her white gym shorts, and
Laurie's hands followed her lead, going to her own dark blue skort.  They
both started undoing their bottoms, and slowly slid them down their legs.
My favorite blond gymnast was wearing a pair of tight white sports panties,
and Laurie had on a pair of blue bikini panties with pink roses.  Then they
wiggled and turned their backs to me, and I could see the shape of their
buttocks.  My 14-year-old cock was straining for release.  Then those firm
tight white panties started sliding down as the teacher bent over, and the
seventh grader's flowered panties followed her lead.  The gym teacher's
buttocks were so firm looking and round, and Laurie's were small and round
and looked so squeezable.  They both pulled their panties down further,
down to their thighs and down until they started sliding by themselves down
their legs.  They stayed bent over, and I saw that thin blonde bush I'd
seen before covering only part of that wondrous mound.  Laurie had a thin
covering of dark brown hair, and her lips were actually starting to part!

   I wasn't even touching myself, but I was breathing hard and my teenaged
cock was throbbing.

   Then they stood up straight, and turned, and I got a clear view of their
hair-covered pubic mounds.  The blond one was shaved, with just a little
hair in the middle like I'd seen earlier, but Laurie's thin brown hair grew
delicately from one end of her little mound to the other.  I was standing
so close to them I actually started to smell them!  I wanted to beat off so
badly I could hardly stand it.

   Then as if going by some psychic cue they both started moving towards
me. I didn't know what was happening, but both of them started unbuttoning
my white shirt, Laurie from the bottom and Miss Barton from the top.  Soon
they had my shirt off and tossed it on the floor.  I looked at my own
hairless chest and noticed that even my nipples were erect!

   Then they started with my black jeans.  The gymnast unsnapped them, and
the seventh grader pulled my zipper down.  I'd played sex games with my
little sister Marie, but these were a woman and a girl who was fast
becoming a woman.  As they pulled my pants down, the shape of my erect
penis was clearly visible in my white boxers, which stuck out.  They made
me lift one leg at a time, and took my pants all the way off, tossing them
on the floor with the other clothes.  Then Miss Barton took Laurie by the
waist, and pushed her gently toward my boxers.  Then she took each of
Laurie's hands in one of hers, and put them on either side of my
underpants. Then their hands, together, slid my boxers down, both of them
bending towards me as they did it.  My 5-inch erect teenage penis popped
out, and brushed against Laurie's right cheek!

   Laurie giggled.  Miss Barton took Laurie aside for a minute, and
whispered to her.  I couldn't hear what they said, but at one point I heard
Laurie speak a little louder, and say "but I want to stay a virgin," and
then her teacher said "That's OK, we won't do that this time..." and I
understood no more of their whispering.  What were they going to do this
time?

   I soon found out.  First, I was made to sit in a chair.  "Now put your
hands behind you," Miss Barton ordered, her breasts hanging in front of my
face, and I obeyed.  I was too horny to argue.  I was surprised when my
hands were tied behind me with a towel, but right now I'd do anything they
wanted.

   "Now close your eyes," ordered Laurie, and again I obeyed.  Something
was put over my eyes, I guessed another towel, then tied behind my head. 
Even when I tried to open my eyes, I could see nothing but the towel.  Then
my ankles were grabbed, and they were both tied to the chair.  Nothing
happened for another minute, although I thought I heard the two of them
whispering to each other.

   Then without warning, a tongue was thrust in my mouth.  I knew how to
French kiss, and thrust back, our tongues wrapping wetly around each other.
That face, who I think was the teacher's, pulled away, and another tongue
entered my mouth.  This one licked more slowly, and I savored our deep
kisses.  Next a breast was shoved into my face.  Even blindfolded, I could
tell by the size that it was the gym teacher's.  I was actually going to
suck her breast!  I started sucking while one of my hands was untied and
placed on one of Laurie's little tits and I started fondling.  After a
little while they switched, and I sucked Laurie's tit and fondled the
teacher's.  I couldn't believe this was really happening to me!

   Then it stopped, and they whispered again.  All I could hear was Laurie
saying "will I still be a virgin?", Miss Barton said "yes," then Laurie
said "OK, if we both do it." What were they going to do now?

   Then I felt something fuzzy on my face.  From the feel and the wonderful
smell, it could only be one of two things.  It was one of their cunts! 
Even though I'd seen them both and was familiar with my little sister
Marie's hairless cunny, I was too inexperienced with a woman's pussy to
know which one it was.  But I knew how to lick!  I licked up cunt juice
like ambrosia, savoring every drop.  I reached my free arm around to fondle
the ass that went with the pussy, and realized from the level that whoever
it was must have been standing on something to get to that level.  But I
didn't care, just kept on licking.  Then my free hand was tied again, and a
minute later I felt a hand move on my 14-year-old cock.  Someone was
masturbating me!  Oh God!  I almost came right then!  I didn't want to cum
too quickly for fear they'd stop.  I almost shot my wad, but the fingering
stopped.  Then I felt something else--one of them was licking my erect
penis!  I continued to lick the other's pussy, and then they switched
positions!  It was amazing I hadn't cum yet.

   Then after a minute of licking and being licked and sucked I noticed
that the one whose cunt I was now licking was shaking, and I heard a moan
that was almost a whine.  I recognized it, and knew now that I was licking
the pussy of Miss Barton.  That meant Laurie was right now sucking on my
cock.  I heard a different moan that must be Laurie.  The gym teacher
started thrusting her pussy into my face, and put her hand on my head, and
pulled me into her twat.  I licked for all I was worth, and she maneuvered
around until she got my tongue in a certain spot and then said "um hmm." I
guessed that meant I was licking where she wanted, so I kept licking the
little bump.  I found out later I was on her clitoris.

   Then I felt something moving by my face, and realized something was
moving in and out of her pussy.  I could tell by feel it was fingers,
whether her own or Laurie's I didn't know.  I did know Laurie was moaning
too, though I couldn't see what was stimulating her pussy.  But her mouth,
which just that day had licked Miss Barton's pussy, was doing a fantastic
job of sucking and licking my cock!  The teacher's whining got faster and
louder, she pumped my face as the fingers pumped her, then suddenly she
screamed and came on my face.  That was too much for me, and I came,
shooting my cum into Laurie's 13-year-old mouth.  She thrust her mouth up
and down on me as I squirted, then she moaned loudly, cumming herself, and
clenched down on my cock.  It didn't hurt, but it sure was tight.

   I felt hands holding me and mouths kissing me.  Then I heard whispering
and giggling.  After another minute, when I could catch my breath, I said
"oh, wow.  That was so...awesome!" After several seconds of silence, I
asked "Can I get up now?"

   "You just did, silly," laughed Laurie.

   "I don't mean my penis," I joked back with her.

   Then Miss Barton spoke.  "I hope you liked that, Danny.  I know we did,"
and Laurie giggled.

   "Oh, yes, it was wonderful!" I said.  "Can we do it again?"

   "Not if you don't give Miss Barton the tape," said Laurie.

   I really wanted that camcorder, but if it was a choice of a camera or
more of this, I'd choose this.  Besides that, I was still blindfolded and
tied to a chair with towels.  "OK," I said.  "You don't have to give me the
camcorder."

   "Oh, you'll still get the camcorder," said the gym teacher who'd just
cum on my face.  "And you can shoot what you want, as long as you don't
shoot us without permission."

   "I won't," I promised.

   "And don't let Matt do it either," added Laurie.  I had forgotten about
Matt.  He would understand me not meeting him after school, but he wouldn't
understand that I had left him out of all this.  Of course, I had no idea
all this would happen.  I was only hoping to touch Laurie's boobs.

   "I'll tell him not to shoot you two without permission," I said.

   "Good," said the girls' gym teacher.  "Also, Laurie and I may want you
to tape certain things for us.  And you can't tell anybody, not even Matt."

   I didn't like making a deal without my best friend, but considering
these hot little women and what they'd just done to me, and that they still
have me tied up..."OK," I said.  "Whatever you want."

   They untied me, and gave me goodbye kisses.  I dressed, and left.  I
couldn't keep the grin off my face..

   I decided not to tell Matt about my encounter with Laurie and Miss
Barton.  I hadn't planned for him to miss out, but he and I made good use
of his camcorder and the one I got.  We stopped blackmailing, though, after
we got a huge payoff from a rich guy in town.  We still shot some really
kinky stuff together, including some things with his Mom, Dad, younger
sisters and his Uncle Pete.  And our spy cams haven't stopped yet.  He
quickly got much better at doing shots than I did, but he didn't get to
tape my two ladies.  And it wasn't long before Laurie and I gave our
virginity to each other, with Miss Barton's guidance, but that's another
story...