Part 7, Return to the Music Classroom

"I see what you mean, Bill." Mr Werner said, eyeing the gaping hole in the front of my shirt. "She's really quite terrible." I set my clarinet on the desk in the music room, a little ashamed, but I knew it was coming. "And look how she treats her uniform."

"Those buttons come off all the time, John, I've even got some extras around her some place…" He walked over to a cabinet on the wall and began rooting through it.

Mr Palmer had asked Mr Werner to come to see if I could join the high school band. They both plainly agreed I wasn't going to make the cut, so I knew I had to take the initiative. I knew how to make the band.

"Marisa tore them on accident when she was taking my panties…" I explained plainly as I started undoing the remaining buttons down the front of my shirt. A few at top and a few at bottom. As soon as I finished the top ones, I felt the top spread open against the tension of my young breasts, and it felt nice to release them in more ways than one.

"Your panties?" Mr Werner raised an eyebrow as I undid the last few buttons and slipped off my uniform top. He licked his lips, eyeing my chest with apprehension. "Do your students typically change in the classroom?"

"Oh, no, we don't." I smiled at him, setting the top on Mr Palmer's desk as he glanced over at me. "I just want to make it easier for Mr Palmer to sew those buttons back on." I smiled coyly up at the wide eyes and scruffy beard. "I hope it's okay, sir?"

"I'd feel more comfortable if you covered up…" He coughed, still not taking his eyes from my pretty pink nipples. "You said something about your panties?" He looked over at Mr Palmer, who smiled back at us and kept searching through cupboards.

"Well I can't have that top on if Mr Palmer's going to fix it for me, now can I?" I stepped up to him, sliding my fingers into his hands. "If only there was some way I could cover my perky young breasts with their oh-so-tender little pink nipples…" I smiled as his hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts. "Mmm, thank you Mr Werner, that's much better…" I smiled.

"Your, uh, your panties?" He licked his lips, his fingers squeezing at my breasts a little uncomfortably. I smiled, letting it slide.

"Oh, that's nothing, it's just…" I stepped back to his arm's length, his fingers still too tight on my tender young tits. I bit my lip and non-chalantly lifted a few of the dangling strips of cloth in the front of my slitted-pleat skirt, baring my hairless little pussy. The man to choked softly, bearing down hard on my nipples. I winced, but smiled through it. "My friend Marisa dared me to take them off…" I held the strips up as if I were idly playing with them while he gaped at my young body. "She took hers off too, you know, right before we went on… It was kinda fun!" It was shockingly fun, actually… I was still wet from doing it. And what Mr Werner was doing honestly didn't hurt eithr, even though it kinda did.

"Do you often have that kind of fun?" He asked. I dropped the front of my skirt and shook off the creepy vibe, falling to my knees and out of the reach of his tight grip.

"More so lately…" I smiled at him as my hand slid along his pant leg and found his hard cock. He swallowed noisily as I leaned in and traced along his buldge with my tongue, stopping at the button on the front of his pants. I took it in my teeth, grinding down on the threads and yanking back. It came loose on the first try and I pulled it out of my mouth. "Gosh, Mr Palmer," I raised my voice to him across the room, "I think Mr Werner has lost a button, too!" I dropped it on the floor behind me, smiling up at the stunned face above me. "Let's see if he has any other buttons that might need fixing, too…" I pulled down his zipper and yanked his pants to his ankles. I was in luck! "Oh my, another button, and t looks broken, too!" I sucked the button on the front of his boxers into my mouth, the scent of his arousal filling my face. I pressed against his stiff cock as I ground my teeth into the threads holding on the button.

"Holy, fuck, Bill," I glanced up at Mr Werner as he sighed, his eyes closed. I tugged at the button on the front of his boxers, the cloth straining as I pulled back, but the thread didn't break. I leaned in again, pressing my face into his hot, hard cock and knawing at the threads holding the button on, the front of his boxers damp with my spit. As I pulled gently back, I felt the threads give way between my teeth and sucked the button into my mouth, the damp cloth going limp in front of me. I pushed the button to between my teeth with my tongue and looked up at the high school teacher, the button from the front of his boxers between my toothy grin.

I let it slip into my hand and tossed it behind me with the other. "Mr Palmer, Mr Werner is missing two button!" I cried out in mock surprise, my hands sliding up the music teacher's thighs, into the leg holes of his boxers, my fingers closing around his hard shaft. I massaged gently at the hairy mess at the base of his shaft as I led the tip out the unobstructed hole in the front of his boxers. "Now he has no way to cover up, too!" I smiled, my hands still inside his underwear, massaging away, as his thick cock swayed inches from my face.

"Well, gosh, Lexi, I've almost run out of places to look… Can you cover him up while I rummage through this last drawer?" Mr Palmer said back to me.

"I guess if he wants me to…" I looked up shyly at Mr Werner, leaning back slightly to give him a view all the way down to the pink tips of my bare breasts. "But my hands are full, Mr Werner, sir, I'll have to cover you up some other way… do you have any suggestions?" I licked my lips, holding my face close enough for him to feel my breath on the tip of his cock.

"It seems you'll just have to put it in your mouth, Lexi." He licked his lips as his fingers combed into my hair and around my head. I pressed a kiss onto the head of his cock, letting his hot, hard flesh part my lips, offering the gentlest resistance with my tongue as his shaft plunged into my mouth. "Oh god…" He sighed as I pulled back quickly with a loud slurp, plunging back greedily onto his cock, my hands massaging gently at his balls. I felt his hands start guiding me faster and faster when I heard Mr Palmer behind me.

"I just can't seem to find any buttons." He said as I pulled off Mr Werners cock, gasping for air, my neck straining in his grasp, my hair caught in his fingers.

I turned and looked up at him. He mouthed 'Part two' and I nodded, smiling.

"I guess I'll just have to pick them back up off the floor… Here, let me look for them…" And with that I pulled Mr Werner's hands free of my hair and stood, my back to the hard, half-sucked cock, my hands on my hips. "I know they're here somewhere…" I leaned over, keeping my legs straight as I could, peering at the floor. I felt my skirt ride up behind me, but not far enough. I reached back, flipping up the strips of cloth one by one until my whole ass was bared, knocking my hand against his cock with each flick. I frowned, his cock much too high to reach my hungry little snatch as Mr Palmer and I had planned.

Mr Palmer didn't seem to have noticed this hitch, though, and said his part right off. "Gosh, John, Lexi here seems to have left you uncovered again. Lexi, sweetheart, be a dear and keep him covered up until you find that button."

"I'm too short…" I whispered up to him hoarsely. Mr Palmer frowned, looking behind me,

"Do you mind picking her up, she seems to be a little small here, John." He said calmly as I felt Mr Werner's hands on my hips.

"What?" I gasped, looking back as Mr Werner picked my up by my hips, shoving his cock forcibly between my thighs as I struggled against his rouch grip, panicking.

"God, you're so fucking hot…" Mr Werner muttered behind me as my heart raced and I tried not to cry out. This was the plan, he was going to play with me, but not like this, this was nothing like the plan.

"Fuuuck!" I cried out as I felt his fat cock enter my tiny pussy. It slid in almost easily, him slick with my spit, me slick with, well, me.

"God, you're so tight, Lexi…" Mr Werner grunted as he pounded me against his cock. I slapped my flailing hands to my mouth, muffling an unexpectedly fearful scream as he drove into me. "Say my name, Lexi."

"Uuhhhn…" I moaned, my throat catching as I felt his rock hard cock hammering against the inside of my pussy, "Mr… Mr Werner…" I managed, my limp legs flailing beneath me, my young breasts quivering with each heavy thrust.

"My name is John, Lexi." His voice was punctuated with each blow, and each blow was met by a whimpering cry from me. "Say 'Fuck me, John.'"

"Fff…" I was near sobbing. It hurt so deep inside my little pussy. It hurt so much inside my little pussy. Most of all, it hurt so fucking good inside my little pussy. "Fuck me, John," He drove into me, "Fuck me!" And agian, "Fuck me!" I cried out.

"She'd making too much noise, Bill, someone's going to hear…" He lifted me up, setting me roughly on one of the few school desks in the music room, his hips still thrusting into my aching pussy over and over, my tits rocking with each thrust where they hung in the space over the seat. I barely felt my face banging against the seat back, half delirious with the wonderful pains shooting through me.

"I can take care of that," He came up behind the desk and lifted my head gently. I opened my eyes to find his cock in front of me, the tip pressing into my slack jaw.

I gagged as his hard cock pushed into my mouth, unable to gather the strength or desire to resist. Mr Werner was still pounding me from behind, ramming my thighs into the pleats of my skirt pressed against the front of the desk. I muffled a cry as Mr Werner started pumping faster, hard, deeper into me with a soft grunt, my legs sore from the line of bruises he was certainly leaving across the front of my thighs. Mr Palmer's fingers gripped my hair, pulling it unexpectedly sharply as he guided my head on his cock, pumping his hips into my face, his thighs ramming the back of the seat with each gyration. With my head tilted up I could feel him shoving all the way down my throat, his coarse pubic hairs rubbing on my face as he pressed into me.

"She's just so fucking tight…" Mr Werner grunted again, shoving deep into me, my cries of pain choked into a muffled whimper on Mr Palmers cock.

"Don't cum inside her, we'll be fucked!" Mr Palmer said as he rammed his crotch harder and hard against my face, my neck aching with the strain.

"I can't stop…" I felt Mr Werner shove into me, deeper than ever, pulling my ass tight against him as I screamed into Mr Palmer's cock. I could feel his hot cum burst inside me in spurts and the waves of pain inside me crashed into intense pleasure, and it felt like his hot load was shooting all the way up my spine. I screamed again and again against Mr Palmers cock, the vibrations muffled by the head of his cock so deep inside me, and I could feel his hot cum burst inside me too.

And the screams kept coming, screams of pain so enjoyable I'd never imagined anything like it. My body shook in ecstacy as both men pumped their last spurts into me, my back arching as Mr Werner ground once more into my pussy with a noisy sputtering sound. Mr Palmer pulled out of my mouth, still half hard, still dribbling little gobs of cum all over my face as he stroked the last drops from his cock himself. I shuddered in sweet agony as Mr Werner rammed me one last time before pulling his quickly shrinking cock out, too.

I let out a sputtering moan, half a gurgle as Mr Palmer's cum ran down my throat, my body aching with pleasure. I felt Mr Werner's cum draining out of my painfully sore little pussy and Mr Palmer's last drips dribble down my chin and cheeks. I meekly lifted myself up on the back of the chair, hoping to slide off the front of the desk, but fell forward, my whole body limp and weak with my incredible orgasm.

"Fuck, John, we're fucked, you fucking knocked her up the way you were ramming her!" Mr Palmer said somewhere in the haze around me. I sighed, opening my eyes. I could see feet.

"You don't know that, you don't know, I mean," Another pair of feet. Mr Werner's feet. He must have pulled his pants up.

I looked down at the pool of drool and cum laying in the seat of the desk below me. I sucked up a long strand of the thick, gooey stuff that ran all the way from my mouth to the chair, choking it down with a cough. "The pill…" I sputtered, pulling myself up, trying to slide off the front of the desk. "I'm on the pill…" I coughed again and tried to stand, but the soreness of my hips and the pool of Mr Werner's and my juices at my feet made me lose my footing. Mr Palmer caught my arm as I slid over sideways, and I leaned on him.

"Well, then." I looked at the grinning face of Mr Werner. "A few more special sessions like this, and I think you'll make band yet."

"Mmm…" I managed a dreamy smile as Mr Palmer guided me into a chair, the smooth plastic cold on my cum-soaked ass. "Too many and I won't be able to march…"