Wayside Ep. 01 - The Faulty Projector

"Give it! Come on!" Brandon comically tried to grab the phone back, but Steve was much taller and easily kept possession.

"Wow, I've never seen so much cleavage! How did you get this, nerd?"

Brandon couldn't help but start to smile, looking like the cat the ate the canary. Boys will be boys and Brandon couldn't fight the urge to brag to his friend. As much as he had grown to dislike Steve recently, he still considered him a long-time friend and confidante.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said boldly.

"You better tell me what's going on, Burley. If I showed this to Principal McNeal, you'd have a lot of explaining to do." Steve aloofly lowered the phone to within Brandon's grasp.

"Fine," Brandon said, swiping his phone back from Steve in a dexterous movement. "Walk with me, but hurry. I don't have much time..."

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Four minutes left on the timer. Would she go through with this? An impromptu handjob was one thing. Actually, she'd barely done anything to Brandon before he ejaculated, so it was more like aided masturbation. But now, this was a consensual sex act, premediated and agreed upon. She'd offer to give one of her students a blowjob. The thought sent goosebumps over her skin. She had that fluttery feeling in her belly. And that wet feeling between her thighs. Her pussy had started throbbing as she took Brandon's load in her mouth. She'd been squirmy and wet ever since.

Sandy Fletcher sat at her desk, alone in her classroom. Being alone brought her to a stark realization. She was incredibly horny! Holding Brandon's eager young cock, swallowing his sperm, it all had such a naughty undertone. What had gotten into her?

She wanted badly to come. She NEEDED to come. She opened the bottom desk drawer and regarded her large purple dildo. Her panties were entirely soaked through. Would she have time to get off and still meet Brandon in the five-minute time frame? No, she wanted to have time to enjoy her orgasm. Her pleasure would have to wait.

She closed the drawer and rose from her desk. Could she really do this? Her heels sounded on the tiled floor of the hallway as she exited her classroom and started off toward the ramp by the gym.

Mrs. Fletcher was a "happily" married woman. She had never exactly been head-over-heels in love with her husband, Scott, but they were comfortable together and she was not interested in getting a divorce either. She enjoyed the lifestyle that Mr. Fletcher's salary afforded and Scott wanted her to retire early, but she found the teaching job fulfilling. For all the financial benefits of her husband's job, their personal relationship had suffered over the years, since his work required him to travel extensively. He was usually home for about half-a-week per month.

The frequency and length of his trips grew as he advanced in his position over the years. It seemed that in the past two years specifically, it had gotten so bad that she had grown frustrated and lonely. She had needs that required more attention than one weekend a month.

That reality had not entirely dawned on her as she crossed the hallways of Wayside High, but was starting to. Sure, she was sometimes overwhelmed by sexual needs. She satisfied those with her beloved toys. She had the big purple one at her desk and another dildo/vibrator combination at home that was smaller and clear, but more suitable for partner play. She couldn't remember the last time they'd enjoyed a play session together.

The distinct flavor persisted in her mouth as she detoured around the busy cafeteria. The taste thrilled her. At a base level, it meant she was still sexually viable. This registered to her unconsciously, but she knowingly enjoyed the lingering musk of a man's seed on her tongue. Well, a male's seed, she conceded. Brandon didn't exactly strike her as a mature man. He did, however, have a huge cock that didn't seem to quit. How long had it been since she'd felt that much intensity, that much weight and urgency in a hard penis? It had been long enough to be novel. And hard barely described the rigidity of young Brandon's cock. She thought it felt like a crowbar... a warm, cum-shooting, thick hard metal rod...

She reached the top of the ramp and descended toward the janitor's closet.

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Inside, Brandon and Steve plotted.

"You already got to come in her mouth," Steve was arguing. "If she sucks my dick first, you can probably get her to suck you off after, since you'll still be hard and ready to go."

"You wouldn't even be here if I didn't clue you in!" Brandon fought back, indignant. He thought his friend should be content to watch, but Steve wanted in on the action.

"Look, you said yourself she was sympathetic," Steve reminded him. "If she really wants to please you, she'll suck you off until you are satisfied, right?"

"Fuck man," Brandon said harshly. "I got a bad feeling about this. You better not screw this up for me."

Steve was tall enough to reach the lightbulb illuminating the small space. Their plan was to confuse her with darkness. He began twisting out the bulb.

"Relax Burley. I'm sure she'll get you off too."

"You better hope she does, because if she sucks your dick and then leaves, or we get caught, I'll never forgive you, Steve." Brandon's voice was ominous.

Steve knew he could easily physically best Brandon, so he considered the threat mild. But Brandon was his friend and could hold his own. Steve didn't want to burn that bridge.

"Ok, about to go dark," he said, turning the bulb.

"I'll have to do all the talking. You'll have to hide when she opens the door, but after that, get into place beside me."

Steve nodded just as the bulb came free, plunging them into darkness.

"Remember to stay completely quiet," Brandon said in a loud whisper as the echo of high heels on the tile approached from the other side of the door. High pitched beeps sounded from the other side of the door. Someone was keying in the code.

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Mrs. Fletcher punched the numbers and the light flashed green. She turned the knob.

Brandon stood inside, his hands over his crotch. "Hi," he said sheepishly.

"Hey," she replied, stepping inside.

The door swung, closing off the light. It slammed shut and they became engulfed in darkness.

Mrs. Fletcher reached around in front of her, trying to grab the dangling cord for the overhead light. She pulled it. The switch clicked. No light was produced.

"Um, I think its broken," Brandon reported.

Mrs. Fletcher tugged the cord a few more times to no result.

"Well, I think we can still do it in the dark, right?" she offered.

"Um, I guess." Brandon's voice sank. "Actually, I was hoping to see your ti... your, um, breasts, ma'am."

"It's ok. You can say tits. I tried to keep things proper, but if I'm going to give you a blowjob, there's no use in formalities." She liked the taboo of hearing him say tits. She liked talking dirty to her 'teacher's pet' student. She just hoped he'd keep calling her ma'am.

"Oh, ok," Brandon said tentatively, then added, "your tits."

There was a shuffling in the silence. Then, Mrs. Fletcher spoke.

"Would you like to feel them?" She had lifted them out from her V-neck sweater and bra and was rubbing her nipples. She couldn't help but sigh.

"Yu-yeah!" he said in an enthusiastic whisper.

"Here..." she took a step forward and stuck out her chest.

A clumsy hand brushed the bottom curve of her bare left breast. Then, she felt the hand fully grasp it. A heartbeat later, a strong grasp closed over her other breast. She sighed heavily at the warm touch and she heard Brandon gasp.

"Have you ever felt a woman's breasts before, Brandon."

He swallowed hard. "No ma'am," he reported, his groping becoming rougher. "They are... huge..." His hands shifted to scoop under the broad curves of her fleshy mounds, as if checking their weight. Both thumbs gently swiped back and forth over her stiff nipples.

She smiled, happy that he was still using the formal moniker. She loved that. To give him better access, she lifted her arms, holding them on top of her head, out of the way. She knew this also lifted her breasts. They must be almost at his chin-level.

"You can play with them a little harder if you want," she offered.

Both hands tightened over her round orbs, squeezing them. Her supple tit flesh overflowed his grip. Mrs. Fletcher moaned. "Rougher, Brandon."

His groping hands squeezed harder. He seemed to be testing the elasticity of her breasts. Her nipples grew harder and she shifted her legs, feeling her bare, wet thighs rub together inside her skirt.

"They are so soft." Brandon's soft voice quivered. "But your nipples are so hard..."

Mrs. Fletcher sighed with building desire. Her hands moved to where she thought his shoulders would be, so she could press the flesh into him, but she didn't feel him in the space in front of her.

There was a shuffling sound in the dark. The hands left her chest.

"Brandon?"

A moment later, a wet warmth surrounded her left nipple. It was Brandon's mouth.

It caught her a bit by surprise, but she let him have his way. "Oh honey, yes, like that," she purred, slipping her fingers into his hair.

His arms threaded under hers and pressed against her back. Brandon's mouth sucked her nipple hard, followed by a gentle bite.

"Ooooh!" Mrs. Fletcher cooed, flinching at the pleasure/pain, and surprised that the novice Brandon would be bold enough to bite her. The sensation made her wet pussy throb powerfully.

His mouth moved back, sucking firmly and drawing her heavy left tit away from her body. With a slurp, the suction released, and the mouth clamped onto her right nipple. Mrs. Fletcher held the boy's head and arched her back into him. She couldn't help but shake his head slightly as she pressed her tits into his face.

"Mmmm, you are going for extra credit," she joked, holding him against her bulging breasts.

His mouth moved over her breasts and she felt the rough stubble of his adolescent facial hair scratching her soft, sensitive tit-flesh. She'd never noticed his stubble, but thought nothing of it in the moment. Twisting her shoulders back and forth slightly, she let her perky DDs wobble in the boy's face.

Suddenly a knee slipped up between her thighs. It pressed against her mound.

'Wasn't Brandon too short to do that?' she wondered. 'Anyway, my pussy will have to wait.' She steeled herself.

"Ah ah, that wasn't part of the deal sweetheart," she chided. "Now, let's see if you are still hard."

At that point, Steve had replaced Brandon and he was hunched over to access Mrs. Fletcher's tits with his mouth. Brandon had moved to the side slightly, allowing Steve to step in. Brandon tried to make out what was going on in the pure darkness. He was able to discern some of the movements, as he had excellent night vision.

"See for yourself," Brandon offered, since Steve had to stay silent. He trusted his friend would already be sporting an erection.

Mrs. Fletcher sensed the boy in front of her rising. She lowered her hand to approximately where she thought Brandon's bulge would be. Her hand hit upper thigh. She explored higher and her fingers found the lump in his crotch. She didn't notice the differences in the material as she clutched at the throbbing bulge and sank to her knees.

Steve could not believe his luck. He was never smart enough to get into Mrs. Fletcher's classes, but the hot red-headed MILF was certainly on his radar. He found every opportunity he could to cross paths with the busty teacher. Though it was dark, he could smell her and sense her. Now she was unzipping his fly. He felt his dick surge against her movements.

"Let's see what we have here, Mr. Burley," she said cheerfully, opening what she thought was Brandon's fly. She could feel the heat of his urgent erection as she worked to free it in the darkness.

Mrs. Fletcher and Steve worked together to lower his tight jeans. The garment slinked to the floor at his feet with a muted thud, followed by his boxers. The smell of teenage male filled Mrs. Fletcher's nostrils. A young man's cock and balls certainly had a distinct scent.

Steve felt warm hands grip his shaft. He did his best to stifle a sigh.

Brandon felt the pangs of jealousy deep in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but from what he heard, she'd just taken off his pants. It should be him. In his mind's eye, he was the one helping his Biology teacher get his dick out. He wanted badly to touch her soft hair and skin. She probably still had her big tits hanging from the stretched V-neck opening. He fought the urge to participate, instead doing his best to stay still.

Mrs. Fletcher looked up in the darkness, trying to sense Brandon's face above her.

"Very nice Brandon." She gave his cock a squeeze. "Still very hard. It must have been uncomfortable stuffed in your pants like that."

"Yuh-yes ma'am." Brandon said, sounding a bit distant.

'Hmmm,' she thought. 'His shaft felt thicker before...' she considered. 'I guess he will get harder.' With one hand on his shaft, she used the other to gather his balls.

Steve felt one hand leave his shaft. Mrs. Fletcher's warm palm closed over his dangling testicles. He tried to stay quiet but couldn't help himself from breathing a little heavier. He placed a hand on top of her head.

Mrs. Fletcher tilted her face up again to address Brandon.

"Now I know this is your first time, so a little etiquette advice: Please be a gentleman and tell me when you are getting close. Its best for me to be prepared, so try to give me at least a little warning, ok?"

Steve felt the crouching teacher place his cock in her mouth. Warmth engulfed the front portion of his dick. He shuddered.

"Of course, ma'am," Brandon said.

He wondered how they would manage that, since he would have no way of telling when Steve was going to come. But it wasn't his problem. He tried to be patient.

Steve's panting could be heard over the wet squishing sound of Mrs. Fletcher's mouth as she began her blowjob. He let his hand rest atop her bobbing head. Her curly hair was soft and thick.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, making sure she drooled excessively onto the hard dick in her mouth.

Sandy Fletcher remembered how much she loved giving head. She worked the young stiff dick in her mouth firmly, using one hand to stroke, matching the pace of her bobbing mouth. Her other hand squeezed her huge tits, switching between them. The young man in her mouth grew even stiffer and Mrs. Fletcher realized how much she missed the act. Kneeling on the cool tile, she shifted her knees apart slightly wider. She tweaked each nipple before lowering her hand to slip up her hiked-up skirt.

"Nnnnnhhhhh," she sighed on the cock in her mouth, rubbing her pussy over her panties. She swirled her tongue over the knobby head.

Brandon thought the silence from his end was growing a bit awkward. He blurted out the first thing he thought of.

"Cuh-can you suck my balls, Mrs. Fletcher?" he croaked. Then he mentally chided himself. Of course, Brandon would love to feel his teacher's mouth on his balls, but instead, Steve would now be enjoying that sensation.

She moved the hand rubbing her pussy up to Brandon's (Steve's) balls, while keeping her other on his shaft.

"Mmmm, like this?" she teased, then dipped her head down and pressed his balls into her mouth. She made sure to slurp at them loudly before she spent a few moments sucking on each one individually.

"Oooooh, yeah," Brandon said, sounding a little tentative. "Just like that," he added, trying to sound confident. He longed to know what her mouth would feel like on his nuts.

Indeed, Sandy also loved sucking balls. Something about the idea that just inside the skin of his testicles, Brandon was accumulating a huge volume of cum for her. She knew that wasn't exactly anatomically accurate, but the thought of sucking a cum-filled ball sack, only to have the contents then ejaculated into her turned her on immensely. She could feel them tighten at her ministrations. Was he getting close already? She really did miss doing this.

With a loud POP, she let the young man's balls fall from her mouth. Her lips opened wide and she closed them over Brandon's (Steve's) stiff, swollen tip. She thrust her mouth down his shaft until her lips met the hand at the base of his cock. With shallow bobs, she throated his entire length. The knob of his head plunged in and out of her wet throat.

His cock felt amazing in her mouth. Her hand again moved to her pussy, this time moving the drenched panty material away so that she could rub her cunt directly. Bolts of pleasure wracked her as she deepthroated Brandon (Steve). His dick was so fucking hard. Since his entire dick was in her throat, she brought her other hand to his balls, finding them tight against his body. She felt the hand in her hair tighten.

Brandon for his part wanted to be ready, if they did manage to switch back without getting caught. He had been slowly lowering his zipper, hoping Mrs. Fletcher would be too distracted to notice.

'Fuck, Sandy,' she thought. 'I really do need to come. And on a real cock for once. If he stays hard, maybe I'll let him-'

Her thoughts were interrupted by an insistent tapping on her shoulder. She was using a shallow bob to stimulate the young man's entire cock. She bobbed back to draw her mouth off, her hand moving from his balls to his shaft. She held the throbbing cock firmly in both hands, looking up to Brandon (Steve), though she could see nothing in the darkness.

Panting, she began, "Ok, where do you want to-" She was cut off as the cock in her hand bucked and a warm burst splattered over her face. "UH!" she grunted.

His cum streamed powerfully onto her forehead and oozed down her face as he continued to ejaculate. Luckily, her glasses provided some slight eye protection. She heard the young man sigh.

With a muffled grunt, she opened her mouth and brought it down to meet her hands. She jammed the spurting dick into her mouth.

Steve panted loudly, thrusting into Mrs. Fletcher's grip and mouth. Brandon could hear his teacher making desperate, wet sounds with her mouth, sounding exactly as she had back in her classroom when Brandon filled her mouth with cum. He realized what was going on.

Steve had begun ejaculating without warning her, against her request. 'What an ass,' Brandon thought.

"Suh-sorry, ma'am!" he feigned, trying to sound as if he was exerting himself through an orgasm. He added a grunt for good measure. "It feels so good... I couldn't control myself..." Brandon stammered.

Steve felt waves of pleasure ripple through his body, tightly gripping her hair as he unloaded into the red-head's mouth. He used shuddering thrusts to pump his cum into her. He felt light-headed and wobbled slightly on his feet. After taking a few shots to the face, Mrs. Fletcher actually moaned her way through the rest of his climax, managing to take his load as he thrust into her.

Sandy let him fill her mouth. Her taste buds flared with the musky flavor of his semen, but she noticed a powerful nutty flavor that she didn't remember tasting before. His essence tasted distinctly different this time for some reason. Why would his second load taste different than his first?

Her thoughts shifted as she realized that her mouth was almost full. She took a deep breath through her nose and swallowed deliberately, which was no easy task with a mouth full of cum and a young hard cock surging and adding more.

"mmmmm," she cooed softly, working her throat with purpose. It took three difficult gulps, but she felt the grip in her hair relax as the streaming cum relented.

Steve's body relaxed as he finished. His grip loosened, then fell to her shoulder to brace himself. He felt Mrs. Fletcher's mouth retreating.