Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2.iso/stories/classrm.txt

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   Jim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and
promptly turned around.  Everyone was a girl!  He began to
think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room - or
tried to at least.  The teacher called after him, "Can I help you?"
   Jim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at
him.  "I'm looking for room 306," he said.
   The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in.  "Come in," she
said. "This is it."
   Jim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes
watched his every movement.  As he walked up the stairs, he
made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him.
About halfway up, he noticed one girl who had the eraser of her
pencil in her mouth.  Her eyes never strayed from his, as she
snaked her tongue around the red eraser, her saliva causing it
to shine in the flourescent light.  Jim gulped, and continued
onward to the back.  As he passed her row, he heared her giggle
with her friends behind his back.
   Jim decided he didn't want to be conspicuous, so he
moved in the very last row.  There were two girls there, and
they offered the seat between them to him.  He accepted, and
sat down between them.  The one on the right introduced
herself as Rhonda, and the one on the left told him that she was
Kristen. Soon, Jim found out that they were best friends, and did
EVERYTHING together. He wasn't quite sure what they meant by
that; whether or not they were teasing, or proposing, he couldn't
tell.
   Then, Rhonda dropped her pencil.  It rolled between Jim's
legs, and he started to bend over to get it, when she stopped
him.  "Oh, no.  That's ok. I'll get it."  She placed her left hand on
Jim's thigh, and reached over to get the pencil with her free
hand.  Her breasts brushed against his knee, and she squeezed
his thigh.  Jim knew his imagination was taking over, and he
knew that his underwear seemed awfully tight.
   Rhonda sat up, and smiled at Jim.  Then, without saying
anything else, she went back to taking notes, as if nothing had
happened.  Jim started retaking notes, and trying as hard as he
could to concentrate on what the TA was saying. Just then, he
saw a pencil fly over his leg again, this time from the left.
Kristen smiled sheepishly and said that she would get it.  She
placed her hand even higher up on Jim's leg, and bent over to
get her pencil.  This time, she mleaned on his leg, and one
breast fell on either side of his knee.  As she sat up, her hand
'slipped,' and stroked his hard prick through the fabric.
   Poor Jim.  His was both relieved and frustrated as she
touched him so briefly.  He honestly thought he was going to
split his jeans.  That's when Rhonda leaned over to him.  "Did
she touch you?"
   Jim looked at her, but before he could say anything,
Kristen retorted, "Yes.  I put my hand on his leg to get my
pencil."
   "I don't know.  I thought you put your hand here."  With
that, she reached down between his legs, and placed her palm
on his fly, and applied a little pressure.  Jim began to grow very
uncomfortable, and tried not to fidget in his chair.
   "Right here?"  Kristen moved Rhonda's hand and replaced
it with her own. This time, however, she began to stroke him
through the denim fabric.
   "Yeah.  Right there."  Then it was Rhonda's hand again,
rubbing him up and down through the jeans.  "However," she
said.  "I think you should do it right, if you are going to do it at
all."
   "What do you mean?" asked Kristen.
   "Watch and learn," Rhonda said.  She deftly unzipped
Jim's fly, and released his swolen member from his underwear.
Her hand swiftly yet gently stroked him up and down.  Jim, for
his part, could not believe what was going on.  However, he
wasn't about to stop either one of them now.  He was too horny.
   Kristen appeared to watch with keen interest.  "Oh, I see
now.  You mean I have to perfect my up and down motion, like
this."  She took Jim's hand, and placed it on her own slit, after
lifting up her miniskirt, and moving his hand up and down.
   Rhonda smiled widely.  "Exactly!" she whispered.  She
then took his other hand, and did the same.  Jim got the idea,
and slipped his hands underneath their panties, and fingered
their slits.  Kristen reached between his thighs, and began to
stroke his balls.  Rhonda's hand was still stroking him, as the TA
droned on in the front of the class.
   Kristen and Rhonda's hands switched places, so that
Rhonda was now kneading his balls and Kristen was pumping
him with her hand.  Jim's eyes began to roll back into his head,
and his breathing grew heavy.  Rhonda leaned over to whisper
to Kristen.
   "Do you want it?  'Cause if you don't I do."
   Kristen looked back at her best friend.  "No, I like this
just the way it is.  You can have him."  Rhonda smiled, and
mouthed the words 'Thank you' to Kristen.  Kristen smiled back,
and leaned her head back against the wall. Jim's fingers were
mesmerizing her, and she was on the brink of coming.  It was
all she could do to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
   Rhonda never moved back to her seat.  Instead, she
lowered her head, and took his member into her mouth.  Her
warm, moist mouth took Jim by  surprise, and he opened his
mouth quickly, the shut it just as quickly, so as not to alert
anyone.  He could feel the rushing sensation from his balls, and
looked down to see exactly what was going on.  He saw Kristen's
hand pumping him into Rhonda's mouth, with Rhonda
carressing his balls.  The sight was to much for him.  He began
to squirt his load into Rhonda's mouth.  Rhonda's sucking grew
insistent, as did her carressing.  Kristen also sensed his coming,
and began to pump him faster, forcing the come into her best
friend's mouth.
   When Jim was completely dry, Rhonda sat up, and a small
amount of come ran from her lip.  Kristen leaned over, and
wiped it with her finger, and then promptly put it in her mouth.
Jim wanted to return the favor, and he began working on the
two girls.  Kristen was a lot farther along than Rhonda, and
came quickly.  Jim could feel her pussy muscles contract about
his fingers, almost trying to draw them further and further into
her.  As she finished, she let out a small whimper.
   Rhonda came soon after, her hands grasping the armrests
of the chair in order to keep under control.  Her knuckles
turned bleach white as the full force of her orgasm hit her, and
then she collapsed in her chair as it subsided.  Her chest heaved
from the effort to keep quiet, or from the orgasm itself.  It was
hard to tell.  Just then, the bell rang.  Quickly, all three adjusted
their clothing, and Kristen and Rhonda invited Jim back to their
room for a study session.

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