Detention

A few years ago, I was teaching art appreciation at a girl’s high school. One of my administrative duties was monitoring detention, usually a couple days a month. On this particular late spring day, there were three slips in my inbox. When I got to the study hall, all three were there.

Gini was sitting quietly at the back of the room. Sheila and Madeline were standing at the window joking and laughing with each other.

Gini Pitcher was a junior and had been written up for missing a gym class without an excuse. She had never been in trouble, and this was her first trip to detention. The other two, both seniors, were very different.

Sheila Kahn was often in trouble, poor relationships with the faculty, mediocre grades, and multiple visits to detention. Sheila was an extremely popular girl in school. She was a real beauty, medium height, a big D cup rack, a tiny waist and long thick blonde hair caught back in a ponytail.

Madeline Bower was Sheila’s sidekick and less of a troublemaker than Sheila but often followed Sheila into trouble. She was a little taller than Sheila, but not as busty and had thick black layer cut hair. Her long legs and ass were a vision of loveliness.

All three were wearing the school uniform, a white cotton blouse and a blue plaid skirt.

I took a quick look at the paperwork and saw that Sheila and Madeline had been cited for disrupting class and failing to submit homework.

I called Gini up to my desk. “What was the problem here Ms. Pitcher? I’ve never seen you here before, ” I said. “Oh, Mr. Baxter, I have an excuse. I missed gym class with cramps, but I have a note from the school nurse.” She handed me a slip from the infirmary that was signed by the nurse. It was clear that she didn’t belong in detention.

“I think that will take care of your situation.” I signed off on her paperwork and told her she could go. She thanked me and I walked her to the door and saw her out.

As I walked back to my desk, I stopped behind Madeline and ran my hands up the sides of her uniform blouse from hips to armpits. I cupped and jiggled her tits on the way by.

She jerked away and snapped at me. “No, No!” you can’t do that. There are rules and you’re a teacher.” Sheila patted her on the head and glared at me.

“You’re right, you’re right! There are rules and we have to follow them. Let have a look at the rules.” I raised my hands, backed away and sat down at my desk. I took out the files for the two of them.

“Here’s a rule, right in the student handbook that says all students must wear a brassier with the school uniform. Now I’ll admit I haven’t checked Sheila, but I can say for sure that Madeline is in violation of that rule.” Sheila laughed at me, leaned over with her hands on her knees and shook those big knockers at me. Both of them giggled.

“Now maybe that isn’t such an important rule, but we agreed that rules have to be followed.” I went back to examining their files. I noticed Sheila whispering in Madeline’s ear.

“I see here in your files that both of you are on your third detention this semester. There’s a very strict rule about that. After your third detention I’m required to call your parents. I’m afraid there’s no way around that rule. I’ll have to call.”

“No, No! You can’t do that. My mother will kill me, ” Madeline said loudly. “My father will take my car away, ” Sheila said with a sob.

“I don’t see what I can do, the rules are very clear, ” and I picked up the phone and started dialing. When I looked up at them, Sheila had unbuttoned both their blouses. They were locked in an open mouth kiss and rubbing their tits together.

I went back to dialing when a bare arm came over my shoulder and hung up the phone. “You won’t need to call, we’ll do it.” Sheila said.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Anything, whatever you want, ” Sheila said, and Madeline nodded next to her.

I locked the door and closed the blinds over the windows. I watched with lust as they removed their uniforms. Both of them had shaved their snatch as smooth as a chamois. I was stupid with lust.

“Now, the first thing I want is an upside down blowjob from Madeline, ” I said.

“I don’t know what that is, what should I do?”

“Lay on your back on the desk with your head hanging off the back, then open your mouth very wide.” I told her.

It took some pushing and pulling to get her into position, but when she was there, I unzipped and worked myself good and hard.

“Hey what about me? I’d like some action too.” Sheila complained.

“I want you to kneel down and eat Madeline’s pussy.” I ordered her.

“Oooh, she’ll like that, won’t you Mads?”

I tapped Madeline on the jaw and when she gaped her mouth open, I slip my cock into her mouth.

Now, there are wonderful things about an upside down blowjob. The first thing is that the head of your cock scrapes on the girl’s soft pallet, the roof of her mouth. That slight roughness is very stimulating. The next thing is her throat, as wet, warm and tight as any pussy. I pushed on down her throat and felt her gag reflex squeeze my cock.

Another wonder is the view. You’re looking down this beautiful body, her eyes as wide as saucers, her throat bulging with every thrust, her hands as she plays with her tits, and down between her legs, her BFF sucks greedily on her snatch. It’s almost too much to stand. I wanted to hold off to have more fun, so I didn’t cum then.

After I made a few more thrusts into Madeline’s throat, Sheila raised her head, pussy juice dripping off her chin and said:

“Hey, how about some of that dick for me?”

I withdrew from Madeline’s throat, leaned over and said, “Keep playing with your tits.” I walked around the desk, there were drops of girl juice on the floor under Sheila and when I slipped my hand between Sheila’s legs, she had been playing with herself and was very wet. I drove into her and set up a deep thrusting rhythm. I could feel her hand still rubbing herself. She would cum every minute or so. I could tell both by the squeezing on my cock deep inside her, and because her little pink sphincter winked up at me as she spasmed. She never stopped eating Maddy, who also thrashed and spasmed occasionally.

I was watching Madeline’s face over Sheila’s back and saw her trying to say something. I took ahold of Sheila’s ponytail and pulled her head up out of Maddy’s snatch.

“I want some of that cock too, ” Madeline said.

I helped Sheila to her feet and whispered to her “I want you to help Madeline get what she wants. I needed to get off my feet for a while, so Sheila helped me move a chair around to the front of the desk. I sat down with my cock at full length sticking straight up in the air like a billy club.what 

Madeline had scrambled down off the desk and staggered around the corner where I was waiting. Her nipples were hot and hard, and her thighs were slick with a mixture of her pussy juice and Sheila’s saliva. She looked at my cock and said “Whoaa!” “You’ll love it”, Sheila reassured her. I’ve never been longer or harder in my life.

Sheila helped Madeline back up toward me, that fantastic ass on full display. She straddled my knees so that my cock was sticking right up between her legs. I reached up and put my hands on her shoulders. Sheila moved my cock around until it was positioned for Madeline. Madeline started to lower herself onto me.

The instant I felt the head of my cock enter her, I yanked down on her shoulders as hard as I could and simultaneously bucked my hips upward. She grunted as I speared her deep enough to rearrange her internal organs. I put my hands on her hips and helped her get into a nice slow rhythm. I rubbed her sphincter with my thumb a little. I felt her cum, shaking and moaning. Sheila was standing in front of us masturbating to the sight of Madeline’s pink pussy lips being sucked in and out around my cock. When Sheila’s orgasm collapsed her legs, and she sank to her knees in front of us. I almost couldn’t hold off. “You’ll have to get off me now, Madeline” She grumbled but stood up, still trembling from her own orgasm. Sheila took Madeline’s hand and pulled her down to a kneeling position next to her.

“He’s gonna cum in our face. I’ve heard about this. You’ll do it, won’t you Mr. Baxter?” Sheila lifted her face and made eye contact with me. I was seconds from exploding.

“Come on sir, please, cum in our face, I’ve never done that, ” Sheila insisted.

“No, you’re both too pretty for that. I want you to lift up your tits, ” I said.

Sheila hoisted that magnificent D rack up level, and Madeline lifted her C cups too. Now it was definitely too late for me, my ball sack started to pulse, and I blew rope after rope of cum onto their tits. It hit them in the throat on the collar bone and the top of each breast. Cum dripped off their nipples, cum trickled down their cleavages between their tits. I had never cum so hard in my life.

When I could walk again, I signed off their paperwork, zipped up, retrieved my briefcase and started out of the room. When I looked back, they were rubbing the cum on each other’s chests like sunblock.