Hoping the janitor hadn't been there to erase the board yet, Ginger slipped into the classroom. Yep, there it was, read to page one-twelve in chapter eleven! Copying the assignment dutifully, Ginger noticed a strange grunting noise.

Curious, the teenager followed her ears, drifting across the big room until she was standing next to Miss Caldwell's private office. Thinking that perhaps Miss Caldwell was in trouble, choking or something, Ginger peeked inside the slightly ajar door.

"Ugh! Oof! Ugh! Ah!" the grunting continued. Not seeing anything, Ginger opened the door a little wider, until she could see nearly all of the small office reflected in the mirror on the far wall. Ginger's heart stopped beating, then took off and began pounding like a race horse thundering down the home stretch.

Miss Caldwell was naked, her long, tawny-red hair spread out behind her across the top of the desk, her full, muscular thighs up in the air, her legs encircling the young man standing between them. The boy, a nice looking blond headed youth of sixteen, was naked from the waist down, his jeans and shorts in a rumpled heap around his shoes. His powerfully muscled hips were moving in and out between Miss Caldwell's jerking thighs.

Ginger recognized the boy immediately. It was Tony George, a friend of Todd Martin's. A boy from her class, and he was fucking the holy living shit out of Miss Caldwell!

Too shocked to retreat, Ginger stood where she was, her eyes as large as pie tins. She could see Tony's long, skinny cock – the only one she had ever seen, except for the ones in her textbook – surging in and out of Miss Caldwell's juicy gash. The teacher's big tits were bouncing frantically as the boy fucked in and out of her like the piston in a racing engine. Each thrust produced a guttural, hungry grunt of satisfaction from the stunning redhead.