Archive-name: School/classrm.txt
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Archive-title: Classroom Teasing


    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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