She just glided past it all, the boy’s comments rolling off of her and disappearing in the dust. I dreamed of wrapping that lovely dark hair around my cock and dropping a big load into its silky depths. Then I would snap out of my reverie and go back to realizing that I would never get anything from these girls except a tease. They could fuck any of the very hot, and, judging from what I saw in the locker room after my workout, extremely well-hung boys they chose. They wouldn’t bother with me. They would just give me a raging hard on with their antics and then leave me blue-balled. This Gang of Four taunted me mercilessly. They would Hardcore sit in the front row, hike up their uniform skirts, and spread their legs every time I turned from the board to face the class. Being a guy, and being halfway indian around the world without a girlfriend, and also having gone six months or more without getting laid, yeah, my eyes were drawn to those four pussies facing me. The girls would giggle every time I stammered and lost my place due to staring at their panties. On lab days, these three girls would work together, despite my best attempts to separate them. They would hike voyeur their skirts so that when they bent over the lab table, I could get a glimpse of their thong panties climbing up the tight crack of their shapely asses. Except for Tina. Tina would sometimes manage to pull her thong to one side and give me a glimpse of her shaved pussy and asshole. I imagined dropping to my knees and sliding my tongue inside that lovely pussy. The other girls watched for my reaction out of the corners of their eyes while pretending to work. When my eyes would bug out with surprise, they would burst into giggles. Other times they would come to class wearing no bras, having taken them off before class, contrary to the rules. Once at the lab table they would unbutton a few more buttons on their blouses. They would call me over for some meaningless question and giggle again when they caught me stammering when staring down their blouses at their firm young breasts. “You know ladies, I could report you to the administration for violating the dress code—severely violating the dress code in my class. You could get in a lot of trouble,” I said, in a voice that tried and failed to be stern and commanding. Three of the girls immediately lost their grin and started to button up their blouses. Not Tina. She leaned farther across the lab table, her breasts all but spilling out of her blouse onto the table. “Yes, you could, Professor. But you won’t,” she whispered at me with a big grin. “If we stop showing you our tits, you will have nothing to wank to when you get home.” The other three girls gasped a bit uncomfortably at their friend’s boldness. I knew that Tina had totally called my bluff. Truthfully, I had a lot of fantasies that involved sucking on Cindy’s or Ronnie’s nipples. I lost another round to these beautiful girls. “Well, I’ll overlook it this time,” I said unconvincingly. The girls laughed at my discomfort. I was confident I would see their tits again in the future. But I didn’t anticipate the circumstances. These four also introduced me to a wonderful tradition called “no undie Mondee.” After several weeks of torture with spread legs, no bras, bending over and wet undies, I was prepared for another week of sexual frustration at the hands, and other parts, of these young women. I got well into my lecture on the ecology of coastal salt marshes when I turned back to my desk to go to the next slide. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ronnie’s legs shift. When I looked, Ronnie was smiling at me as she pulled the front of her skirt up a bit revealing her naked pussy. Moving down the bed, my head hovered over Alex's cock. But as her stick hit the cue ball she slipped, Hardcore and the eight-ball found it’s was into the wrong hole. "What the hell are you doing, Father?" I should have thought about it. The world was drowned out by the sound of her own rapidly pounding heart, the fortitude of her long overused muscles steadily failing and surging with twinges of pain from each galloping stride. “Here you can use this as a gag while I open up that tight ass of yours and your spit can help lube it up. Since we had an early flight out, I decided to call it a night. I don’t know what would happen if this got out. “So, did you rival your mother, Danielle?” Adelia asked. "Here?" asked Laura. Such a slut for that futa and her cum you'd do indian anything to taste it. “Great…well that’s settled then” she said putting her arms around him and planting a kiss on his lips just as the late lamentable Johnny happened by with a bunch of his mates. But, I had made up my mind earlier today, that I wanted to share me with you, Ethan, if you want me that way… Truthfully, I never dreamed it possible, but I am falling in love with you.” she said as a tear ran down her face. Klaus extends his hand and we shake. When the door finally opened, Ian’s breath voyeur caught in his throat. When the effects of the violent orgasm began to diminish, Sandy couldn't move, she just lay in the middle of her kitchen floor and slept. OH! It was now I realised that he had had to adjust himself to stop his hard-on being too noticeable.