As the girls writhed, impaled on the finger in each of their pussies, they held on to Dave for support. Sue rested her head on his shoulder and tickled his chest with her erect nipples. Ellen kissed him, biting his lips.
But their soaring lust was disturbed by distant voices. The voices made the kids' ears perk up and lessened their passion momentarily.
The voices were heard again, closer. Then closer still, until they seemed just outside the door.
Dave's fingers froze in the girls' cunts. Then there was the sound of a key sliding into the lock on the door.
The kids' lust turned immediately to panic. They forgot about their passion and scurried to gather their clothes. Then, following Ellen, they dove behind another table at the back of the room. They could see beneath the table, and they imagined they could be seen, too.
The darkroom door swung open.
"It wasn't locked," a voice said. "And someone left the light on."
Although Dave couldn't see higher than the man's chest, he recognized Mr. Martin's voice. He was the advisor to the photography club. With him was a woman with nice legs below her pink dress. But the table cut off Dave's view of the woman's tits. As soon as she spoke though, Dave knew that it was Miss Lange!
The naked kids huddled in the shadow of the table. In the dim yellow light they hoped there was a chance they wouldn't be seen.
The man and woman stood facing each other, very close. Then the sound of kissing and passionate panting filled the darkroom.
The kids looked at each other with bulging eyes.
"Take it off," Mr. Martin gasped.
Watching beneath the table, Dave saw a blanket thrown onto the floor. Then Miss Lange's dress dropped around her feet and she stepped out of it. Her panties followed.
Mr. Martin was getting undressed too. Then the naked teachers lay down on the blanket about ten feet away from the naked kids.
They watched Mr. Martin grab one of Miss Lange's big tits. He kissed her.
Now that the kids hadn't been caught, their lust was rising. With the scene before them, they began to wish these teachers had chosen somewhere else to fuck. After all, they were here first.
Dave was amazed to feel a hand on his thigh. Sue reached for his prick. Although it had softened, it soon swelled and stiffened again. Sue began pulling the loose skin of his prick back and forth over the bone within.
Dave reached for Sue's cunt. It was crazy, but he couldn't help it. Besides, even if they were caught now, the teachers were just as guilty as they were.
Ellen, noticing what Sue and Dave were up to, and snuggled closer to Dave and added her hand to his prick. As Sue tugged at it, Ellen squeezed his prick knob. With his free hand, Dave reached for Ellen's cunt.
Now Mr. Martin was sucking Miss Lange's tits. "Ahhhhhh! Lovely!" the English teacher moaned.
Watching Miss Lange and having his prick played with was carrying Dave away with excitement. He reached into the girls' crotches. He was able to put a finger on each of their clits. But he massaged those love-buds gently, because he didn't want the girls crying out suddenly.
But it was Dave who gave them away. As he leaned forward in order to reach the girl's cunts, he rested his weight on one leg. A cramp suddenly sent a sharp pain through him. He didn't cry out, but he rocked forward, trying to straighten his leg. His head hit the table top and rocked the table, setting some trays rattling.
Mr. Martin looked up. The kids saw him gazing right at them, but they knew by his expression that he couldn't see them in the shadows.
Fearfully, Mr. Martin pulled his finger from Miss Lange's cunt. Then he stood and came toward the table.
Now the kids pulled their hands from each other's crotches. They tried to shrink into the darkness. But, instead, they, were suddenly bathed in cold white light as Mr. Martin snapped on one of the enlargers.
"What!" he bellowed as he looked down at the naked kids.
"Oh!" Miss Lange gasped as she saw the three kids beneath the table.
"What are you doing here!" Mr. Martin screamed.
"Don't yell, darling," Miss Lange said. "It's obvious they're doing the same thing we are."
"But, but…" the man muttered.
"We must have given you kids a terrible scare," Miss Lange said as she sat up on the blanket and ran her fingers over her body. "We should have knocked first."
"What are we going to do now?" Mr. Martin asked Miss Lange.
"There's only one polite thing to do," Miss Lange said. "We'll have to share our blanket with them. Come on out from there, kids. You look as though you're in a cage."
Dave, Sue and Ellen looked at each other, then they crawled beneath the table toward Miss Lange. They were still frightened of Mr. Martin.
As Dave neared his English teacher, she held out her arms and took him into an embrace. She kissed him as his prick stiffened against her side.
Then Miss Lange lifted her face and looked up at Mr. Martin.
"Come on, George," she said. "Be a sport. If I take Dave away from these girls, they'll be left all alone."
"Come on, Mr. Martin," Sue said as she spread her legs, showing her pussy to the teacher. "Yeah, come on!" Ellen added.
A smile broke out on Mr. Martin's face. Then he came to the blanket and sat down between the girls.
Dave was sucking Miss Lange's tits now. But he could see Sue and Ellen pressing against Mr. Martin, reaching for his prick and covering his face with kisses.
Dave knew that the girls would take good care of Mr. Martin as well as he knew that Miss Lange was going to take good care of him.
He might be grounded for a month, but he was still a big shot!