Normal Ch. 10-12

The next Monday she kept it going, winding me up. I needed more. I needed her. I started trying to catch her, but she always managed to slip away and disappear. I wanted badly to go to her office or her class, and take her again. I could barely concentrate as I fantasized about doing just that. But... You're it. It was her turn, and going to her like this felt like losing. I tried for patience. Surely, she'd be feeling the pressure too. I had Amanda on the side - Ms. Miller had to be even more desperate than I was if she wasn't getting laid at all.

By Wednesday though, it was too much. Winter break was coming up, and the thought of having to wait three more weeks was terrifying. I told myself there was no way Ms. Miller would wait that long, but deep inside I was unsure, and it just added to my need. I had to take the edge off. So I took Amanda back to the stairwell.

* * *

I had her on her back. I know it's silly, that she wasn't really that pregnant yet, but I worried about the baby. What if she fell over while I was fucking her? So we'd been sticking to missionary and doggy-style on the floor.

I had been fucking her for about five minutes, and she had just come hard on my cock. I had paused, and was luxuriating in the feel of her pussy clamped around me, and the weight of her breasts in my hands. I was debating on the timing - did I want to make her scream right as lunch ended, or while the students were passing through? - and I'd just decided on the later when I heard footsteps. I ignored them, assuming they'd pass through, and had just started pumping into her again when I realized they were headed toward us. I looked up. And saw Ms. Miller, walking toward us, unbuttoning her blouse. I stopped moving, drawing an inarticulate protest from Amanda, and gaped. "...Judy? What are you doing?" I wondered, dazedly, how she'd even known we were here.

She shrugged her shoulders out of her blouse, letting it collect around her waist. She wasn't wearing her bra, and her breasts lay bare and inviting. I know I go all poetical about Amanda, and Ms. Miller wasn't in the same league. But they were still quite nice - on my tits ranking scale I put her around pre-cocaine Lindsey - and I couldn't help but stare. Without hesitating she walked to us, leaned over and kissed me. I couldn't help but respond, and my legs started moving involuntarily, sinking my cock back into Amanda. I moaned into her mouth. I couldn't think straight. The two of them at once were overwhelming, my thoughts racing with possibility.

Ms. Miller broke the kiss and moved behind me. I started to ask her what she was doing, but then she kneeled and pressed herself against my back, and I realized why she'd taken off her shirt. Her breasts were soft and warm, and I shuddered with the sensation of them rubbing into my back. And then I felt her hand caress my ass and keep going, curling under me. I had time to get out, "Judy!" before she plunged two fingers into my cunt.

I was lost. Her fingers skillfully plunged in and out, working me, fucking me with her hand. My instincts warred with each other - I was trying to simultaneously buck my hips, to get those wonderful fingers deeper, to fill more of me. And at the same time, each movement would move my cock in and out of Amanda, and it demanded a different rhythm. Ms. Miller played me like an instrument - she would let me start with my cock, then she'd interrupt and take control, making me push back in time with her fingers. And then back, fucking Amanda. And again. And over and over between the two, until the pleasure overtook me and I couldn't take it any more.

I think I lasted maybe two minutes, and then I exploded, for the first time coming with both my cock and my pussy. It might have been the most intense sensation of my life, and I felt like my orgasm lasted forever. The only things left in the universe were the combined sensations pouring from between my legs. I think Amanda came at the same time - I'm not sure - but I know I gripped her tits hard enough that a bit of milk came out and she cried out with pain. And finally, finally it ended. Ms. Miller's fingers slipped out of me, and I felt her other hand tuck something into my cleavage. She kissed me one more time, and I could feel her desire, her lust at what we'd just done, but she walked away. I released Amanda's tits and collapsed backwards, my cock sliding out of her, and just spread out on the floor, staring at the ceiling. I felt numb, disconnected from reality. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Amanda get up. She asked if I was ok, and I waved one arm at her. She shrugged at me and walked off, and I watched her ass jiggle as she walked away. She hadn't bothered to put her pants back on.

The bell rang, and students rumbled through, then faded away. And finally I could think again. I... god. The feeling of both of them at once had been beyond intense. But, I told myself, it had been quick. Insane. Public. Mind-blowing. But quick. And it was my turn now... right?

I recalled that Ms. Miller hadn't actually talked the whole time. And then I remembered her tucking something in my shirt. I looked down and found a note. With some difficulty, I pulled it out and opened it, my hands trembling.

I hope you enjoyed the opening act. The next scene is Friday, second period, my class. Wear the dress, and be five minutes early.

-Still It

P.S. No more sex until then.

P.P.S. Or masturbating.

The words marched through my head. Could she really mean...? I let my head thump back down onto the ground. I said the only thing I could.

"I am so fucked."