Allison and I were best friends since we were in diapers. We done everything together growing up, but once we turned 16 things got awkward and different. We couldn't have sleepovers anymore without feeling awkward, and sleeping in the same bed felt weird, and I started thinking of her in a romantic way.

After we realized we both had feelings  for each other, we decided to date, but take it slow. This was the summer before 11th grade.

When 11th grade came along, we were just getting intimate - making out, feeling up, etc. But we didn't have sex yet, because that was serious and could ruin our friendship. In 11th grade, we didn't really share any classes. I was more math and she was more science. 

Being a teenage boy, it worried me not having classes with her. Why? Well, the new math teacher was smokin'. She was only about 20-22, and she had blonde hair, a perfect body, and huge tits. It was wrong for me to say, especially having a girlfriend, but there was nothing I could do about it.

One day, after school I was supposed to go to the mall with Allison. But I had math last class, and Ms. Taylors, the math teacher, asked me to stay for a few minutes. "I noticed you staring at me in class," she said. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but it kind of.." she didn't finish, but started rubbing my leg.

"Made you...?"

"Be creative - finish my sentence."

She walked over to the door, shaking her ass, and closed it. She walked behind me and started kissing my neck, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Mm," she murmered slightly as she kissed my whole neck, working her way to my lips.

I turned around, kissing her fiercly as I lifted her up on the desk. She rised her hands underneath my shirt, feeling my rock hard 6-pack. "Oo," she giggled, removing my shirt. She broke away, kissing my nipples and groping my concealed dick.

 I rubbed her back, and she stopped kissing me to remove her shirt. Wow! Her tits were atleast a D, and they were perfect. She could tell my excitement, and placed my hands to feel them. "Amazing," I whispered, and she laughed. "Take it off," she said, gesturing towards her bra.

I unhooked it, and she leaned her head back, wanting me to lick her nipples.  I did, and she pushed my head in to her tits. "Oo," she sighed. I licked my way down to her belly button, trying to remove her sexily fitted pencil skirt. When I removed it, I found a sexy, black lacy thong.

She bent doggy style, spanking herself. "I've been bad," she purred towards me. I spanked her and removed her thong. As I was ready to start eating her pussy, the door creaked.

When I looked up, my girlfriend was stood there, with wide buggy eyes. "What. The. Fuck." 

"Ali," I said, getting up. But she shushed me, and walked over. Ms. Taylors grabbed her, kissing her on the lips intensely. To my surprise, Ali kissed back. I slid my pants and boxers off, watching them make out.

 Ms. Taylors removed Ali's shirt, kissing her cleavage. Ali looked at me and winked. My dick was throbbing with excitement, and I couldn't wait for one of them to suck it. I grabbed for Ali's body, but Ms. Taylor shook me off, pushing me back on the desk. She unhooked Ali's jean buttons, sliding them down around her ankles along with her underwear.

She kissed her once more on the lips, and then bent down to suck on her clit. She sucked and licked continuously, causing Ali to start panting. "Oh yeah," she sighed. I got up and lifted her on the desk, which just increased her moaning. Her hips were thrusting and Ms. Taylor still didn't stop licking and flicking her clit back and forth. 

I kissed Ali, and started sucking on her tit. "Owww," she moaned loudly. "Aww yeah," her pants grew faster. "Awww yeah, keep going. Just like that, aww yeah."