Teachers Classroom Gangbang

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Miss T was a teacher in an English secondary school in Bristol. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubles, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss T was glad of the fact that it was now Friday.

The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of the school Miss T was alone in her classroom sorting out books and papers to take back with her. Miss T was in her late 20s with shoulder length brown hair which curled as it touched her shoulders. The years (and college) had given her a few extra pounds but she still had the attractive figure of a real woman, slender legs leading to the soft curves of her shapely thighs and womanly hips.

The male members of all her older classes however only really noticed one thing. They were fixated on her breasts which tended to look a size too big for Miss T’s choice of top. Today Miss T’s tits were tightly held in a white bra and blouse which, as was often the case looked a size to small for her, a hint of cleavage temptingly peeked through the neckline of her blouse. It was no wonder she was one of the most popular teachers in the school among the older male students.

Secretly Miss T liked the adolescent attention (as long as it didn’t distract too much from the lessons) and she always found it amusing trying to guess which one of the boys had got hard in class, also it didn’t do any harm when she needed a strong pair of hands to help as there were always plenty of eager volunteers. On a number of occasions Miss T had seen a bulge in a boys trousers as she walked around the class collecting work in, this always made her a little excited. Although Miss T would never contemplate doing anything with a student it was a little fantasy that aroused her from time to time.

Miss T was about to close her bag and put her coat on when she heard some voices coming from outside the window of her classroom. Miss T stopped for a minute and slowly walked over to the window to see a view of the abandoned school playing fields and a public park beyond. She opened the window and leant out slightly looking to her right as the sun shone into her eyes. She could now make out the source of the talking, the shapes of three boys, the early evening sun shining from directly behind them

“What are you doing still in school? Haven’t you got homes to go to?” called Miss T to the shapes.

“Oh… hello Miss T” replied a slightly surprised voice. The boys walked over to the open window and she recognised them as 3 of former sixth formers, Steve Elmore, Rich Stubbs and Tim Allen.

“What are you doing on the school grounds, you left 2 years ago.”, “I don’t think you’ll learn any more now!” she added jokingly.

“This is the 1st time the 3 of us have met for a year!” chimed Tim, “yeah well if you two had just stayed at Bristol uni we’d still be hanging out every night.” Rich replied.

“Hah, you mean Bristol wasn’t your 3rd choice then?” mocked Steve.

“Yeah yeah, at least I actually passed my 1st year and didn’t have to spend the whole of last summer re-sitting exams.” Rich said.

Miss T had now half sat on the window sill, gently leaning out, amused by banter between the three boys.

“So you’re all doing well then?” said Miss T with a smile. “Its good to hear, means we must have done something right.” She added with a laugh. “So 2 years of university education under your belts and you still haven’t got anything better to do that loiter on your old school field and drink cans of beer?” said Miss T with a Laugh.

“Pubs too expensive, we are penniless students now” said Tim with a smirk. “Yeah I’m sure you are.” Said the boy’s former teacher sarcastically. “How much beer have you got in that sports bag Steven?” exclaimed Miss T after catching sight of the bag which was too full for the zip to close and looked like it was about to burst at the seams.

“Should last a little while.” Steve replied, grinning.

“Well since you’re all big boys now and quite at liberty to buy beer instead of text books if that’s what you choose I won’t confiscate them” Joked Miss T, “on condition that you chuck one over here, I’m dying for a drink, you can’t even begin to imagine the week I’ve had.”

“Jump out the window then, come and sit with us” said Steve.

“Hmm, you 3 had better jump in here, I don’t think it’s a good image, a teacher sitting outside her classroom in full view of everyone with a can of Stella!” answered Miss T.

Steve could understand how that could look so dropped his bag and started to climb through the open window. Tim then started shoving the large sports bag full to bursting with cans through after him and Steve hoisted the bag the rest of the way through the window and put it down on the classroom floor. Tim and Rich then followed, clambering through the open window into the shade of their former teacher’s classroom.

The classroom had a few wooden desks with chairs arranged in rows and a bench containing musical keyboards ran along the back wall and part of the window wall. The wall opposite the window was covered in cupboards with colourful posters attached to the doors depicting bite size music pieces of musical theory, the smell of wood and chalk dust lingered in the air which instantly triggered a flood of memories for all three boys.

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