Ann Harris couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her hand froze on the doorknob. There! She heard it again.

"That's right, suck it good, you little cum-drinker!" the man's voice said.

"Are you sure no one is going to come in on us?" a girl asked.

"You just worry about sucking my dick," the man said.

"Ummmmm!" the feminine voice moaned. "No worry at all!"

Ann slipped into the teacher's lounge as if pulled by a magnet. She held her breath and stood close to the wall so they wouldn't notice her. She squinted her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness.

"That's it, baby," the man said huskily. "Wrap those tight little lips around my cock and suck for all you're worth!"

Ann heard a delicate smacking sound, the sound of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh. She peered into the darkness, her eyes slowly becoming adjusted to the dim light.

She saw their outline. He was standing in front of her, his legs slightly spread. His hands were on her shoulders, as she knelt before him, her mouth gobbling down his prick.

Ann felt two immediate emotions. The first was outrage. How could two teachers possibly be doing what they were doing? And in the teacher's lounge!

The other emotion was more difficult to describe. A burning sensation ripped into her pussy, like a hot knife. She wanted to run out, to pretend that what she was watching wasn't happening!

Instead, she stayed, her heart pounding in her throat. She casually dropped her right hand to her crotch, her eyes glued on what the girl was doing.

The girl was cupping, the man's balls, her fingers digging between his thighs. She pulled her head back and forth, sucking his monstrous cock in and out with swift, hungry moves. Her eyes were closed in total rapture.