Chapter 4

A few days later Amy was in Mr. Cramer’s biology class once again. Her week with him up and mother home again, things had returned to the normal schedule, although Amy still stopped by after class every couple of days for some “remedial work”. On this particular day, however, would prove even more educational.

Mr. Cramer’s class was the first one for her that day and as the class came to an end, he stopped her as she was leaving the class. “Miss Robertson, can I speak to you for a moment?” he said, as she walked past his desk. Amy waited until the last of her classmates had left the room.

“What is it, Sir?” she said.

“I would like you to stop by class here after school,” he said.

“Yes Sir,” she said, smiling at him. She knew that when he requested her to stop by after school, it was because he wanted to use her. And she was always delighted to be used by him as well. He never left her wanting and it was always so exciting when he took his passions out on her.

She left the room with her pussy tingling and her mind racing. What adventure would he bring her this time? How would he want to use her? What would he make her do? All manner of lewd, erotic thoughts streamed through her mind as she made her way to her next class, getting there just as the bell rang.

His words and the memories of their past encounters flooded her mind for the rest of the day and she found it very hard to concentrate on her other classes. All she could think about was her upcoming meeting and the buzz in her pussy made even sitting still difficult.

More than once that day, she had thought about going to the restroom and masturbating to relieve the growing hunger in her belly, but she knew that he would be displeased that she had orgasmed without permission just before seeing him. So she suffered as the school day dragged interminably along.

Finally 3:00 p.m. came along and the final school bell of the day sounded. Amy rushed to her locker to put away her books and grab her jacket. She made her way through the throngs of other students, all trying to leave the school as quickly as possible while she had an appointment she very much wanted to keep.

Amy stopped by the bathroom closest to Mr. Cramer’s class and went inside. She wanted to make sure she looked perfect for him, so she set out her purse with all her makeup and touched up her face until she was satisfied she looked her best. Amy looked at herself critically, wishing she had a smaller nose and that her eyes were a bit bigger. Guys love those big doe eyes she thought to herself. But she had to work with what she had, and so when her makeup and her outfit was looking their best, she went on to Mr. Cramer’s class.

Looking up and down the hallway, she knocked softly on the door to his classroom. “Come on in, Miss Robertson,” he said, as he opened the door. Amy came inside and was shocked to see Mr. Hernandez sitting at one of the desks as she entered the room. She looked at Mr. Cramer quizzically, but came in and stood beside his desk to wait and see what was going on.

“Miss Robertson, step over here please,” he said, guiding her to the front of his desk right in front of where Mr. Hernandez sat. He pushed her back a bit so she was leaning on the edge of the desk. The desk was just high enough so it caught her right at the crease of her ass and her full firm ass rested on the top edge of the desk.

His next move caught her completely off guard and stunned her so much that she was frozen in place. Right in front of the janitor, Mr. Cramer made her lift her skirt, knowing full well she was not wearing any panties. Amy’s shaved and very wet pussy was now in plain view of both of the men! As if putting her on display in such a lewd and obscene way wasn’t bad enough, he then began fingering her pussy in front of Mr. Hernandez as he spoke.

“There. Now, I am sure you are surprised to see our school janitor here, and wondering why you have been called here this afternoon. Well it’s no secret that you have flirted and teased many students and even a few of the teachers in this school with your slutty, whorish taunts. Mr. Hernandez is one of those who seems to have gotten more of your cockteasing than he should have to suffer through,” he explained.

Amy could feel him toying with her swollen lips and teasing her throbbing clit and her knees began to get weak as he slipped two fingers into her wet hole, one on either side of her clit, trapping it between them. Her breathing had quickened to a soft pant and she felt flushed and terribly embarrassed, but also strangely turned on. She was enjoying being displayed like this and her pussy was certainly enjoying the attention!

“Because you have been so naughty, you are here today to make amends to poor Mr. Hernandez here. You will beg his forgiveness for teasing him and then offer your pussy to him. I have already told him he can do what he wishes to your naughty, slutty pussy – it will be up to you and your begging and pleading to convince him to fuck you and make you cum.

“Maybe, just maybe, if you can sweet talk him into it, he will make you cum. Otherwise you go home frustrated and horny and you will not cum until our next meeting. That means no touching yourself until you and I meet again, understand?” he said, as his fingers churned inside her. Amy was already horny when she had arrived at his room and now with his toying and fingering in front of the janitor, she was on fire.

“Y ... yes, Sirrr...” she moaned loud enough for all three of them to hear. She had braced herself on the desk with her arms and now they shook with need just like her legs. Her panting had gotten stronger and she could barely keep standing. The squishing sound of Mr. Cramer’s fingers working in her pussy confessed how wet she was and she knew that both men could plainly hear her sopping pussy.

Mr. Cramer then turned to the other man. “Mr. Hernandez, would you like to take this over for a bit and see if you can get a little satisfaction in seeing this little schoolhouse slut squirm for a change?” he asked.

“Yes, I would,” he replied, getting up. He stepped towards Amy and Mr. Cramer removed his fingers from inside her, ran his flat hand over her wet pussy and then smeared her pussy juice over her face. Mr. Hernandez put his hand in place of Mr. Cramer’s and curled his fingers over her wet slit. He felt the heat coming from deep inside the wanton young girl and slipped his fingers up into her steamy tunnel just as Mr. Cramer had.

“Ohhhh...” Amy moaned, feeling this new intruder exploring her insides. Mr. Hernandez may be the school janitor, but he knew his way around a girl’s pussy, she found out quickly enough as he began hitting all her favorite hotspots.

As Mr. Hernandez churned his fingers inside her drooling pussy, Amy squirmed and wriggled, tossing her head back and enjoying the sensations he was producing within her. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in and making herself more accessible to him as Mr. Cramer moved closer to her.

Standing next to her, he unbuttoned her white blouse and reached inside, unfastening her front-hook bra and allowing her ripe young tits some freedom of their own. He pulled the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, effectively pinning them to her sides and then followed suit with the bra. Her tits and shoulders now exposed, Mr. Cramer leaned in and began feasting on the young girl’s creamy soft flesh.

“Oh God, pleeease...” Amy moaned as she arched her back and offered her tits up to Mr. Cramer.

“I am not the one you should be begging, slut. You should be pleading with Mr. Hernandez if you want something. Perhaps you should be on your knees begging him,” Mr. Cramer said.

Amy sat up and finished shedding her blouse and bra as Mr. Hernandez pulled his wet, sticky fingers from her pussy. Amy dropped to her knees on the floor in front of the janitor. She wrapped her arms around his leg, “Please Mr. Hernandez, I am so sorry I teased you. Please fuck me, please...” she said, as she looked up at him. She rubbed her starving pussy on his boot as she begged him, showing him how much she needed satisfaction. Mr. Hernandez looked up at Mr. Cramer who just shook his head back and forth.

Mr. Cramer grabbed a handful of her hair and hauled her head back. “Beg harder slut! I’ve seen better begging from a street corner pan-handler!” Mr. Cramer spat, “You are going to have to do a lot better than that if you want that dirty slut pussy of yours filled!”

“Ohhh fuck! Please Mr. Hernandez, please fuck me, please, please!” she screamed, “Fuck me, fuck this dirty slut. Ohhh God, fuck me now!”

“Well, that’s a little better. I can see we are going to have to work on your begging and pleading. Meantime, I think it would be a good idea if, instead of this weak excuse at begging, you showed Mr. Hernandez your sincerity.” Mr. Cramer said.

Keeping her eyes on Mr. Hernandez, Amy reached up and began unfastening his belt and trousers. “Please ... please ... please...” Amy kept repeating as she worked to relieve the janitor of his pants and boxers. The pleading look of desperation in the girl’s face proved the genuineness of her need.

Amy was covered now in a fine sheen of sweat and her perfect makeup was beginning to run, her mascara leaving back trails down her soft cheeks. Her well-cared for hair was also in disarray – a tousled mess, looking more like a bird’s nest than a hairstyle. Topless and kneeling in front of Mr. Hernandez, now with his cock out, she did indeed look like some cheap street corner whore.