Midway in the class, he instructed the students to take out their texts and read silently. He went to his desk and sat down behind it.

"If anyone has a question, just raise your hand and come up here," he said. "Yes, Missy, come up here."

Missy hadn't even raised her hand, but she got up and went behind the desk with her text and stood next to Mr. Maxwell. He had his fly open and his big cock stuck out hard and wet.

He scribbled a note. It said, "Grab it."

Missy bent over at the waist, put her hands on her knees as Mr. Maxwell pretended to outline something in her text. She lightly slipped a hand off her knee and slid it over to his cock. No one could see since they were behind the desk. She fisted his prick.

He slipped her panties out of his pocket and draped them over the tip of his cock. Missy pumped the cock stalk quickly. He came. His cock bulged in her hand and he squirted a hot, thick load into her panties.

She let go quickly and walked back to her seat.

After class, Missy walked down the hall with Janet Sexton, a ravishing little student at Marlboro. Janet was a honey-blonde, a bit taller than Missy. She had a pretty face, a square chin, thin waist, plump hips, a juicy ass, and a pair of tits that bobbled under her T-shirt like two grapefruits.

They went to the girls' room to fix their faces. "God, that Mr. Maxwell is handsome, isn't he?" Janet said.

"Yes," Missy answered.

"Boy, I'd let him get in my pants anytime," Janet whispered, applying a pink lip gloss to her lips.

"You would?" Missy said. "Uh-huh?"

"Do you do that with any other teachers?"

"I've fucked the coach," Janet replied. "Really?"

"Sure, down in the locker room one day."