The Sandwich Filling

\"Enjoy your childhood while you can, son,\" my dad told me. \"Soon you\'ll be a man and your carefree days of youth and freedom will be over.\"

Carefree days of youth and freedom? Dad must have selective amnesia. Didn\'t he ever have chores and homework when he was a kid?

I wonder what my dad would say if he knew about the time I finally became a man, thanks to my favorite teacher Miss Hunter.

Ah, Miss Hunter. Diana Hunter. She was hottest teacher in school. Young, beautiful, voluptuous, and sexy with long chestnut hair and green eyes.

I first saw Miss Hunter in my senior year of high school. I quickly took a seat in the front row of her class when I realized she would be my new art teacher. I listened to her every word and could not take my eyes off of her. She must have been only twenty-seven years old, tops. Her smile lit up the room. Damn, I wanted her so badly. Every night I dreamed of slipping it right inside of her and banging her senseless.

It was easy for me to get straight A\'s in her class. I happily completed every assignment she gave, including the extra credit ones.

I often stayed after school to help Miss Hunter erase the blackboard and put away the art supplies. Being around her was the highlight of my day. Within the first week of my senior year some of my classmates teased me about it and labeled me as the teacher\'s pet. But I didn\'t care. The other boys in class were just jealous because Miss Hunter liked me better than any of them. I could tell by the way she looked at me and the way she spoke to me.

I never dated any of the girls in my school. None of them ever appealed to me enough to make me want to ask them to go on a date with me. They were okay-looking, but after Miss Hunter arrived at our school, no girl could hold a candle to her. That\'s just my humble opinion.

I think Laurie Bane was jealous of Miss Hunter. Laurie used to flirt with me, but gave up after she realized that Miss Hunter was the only woman for me. One day when I was at my locker getting my books Laurie cornered me and said, \"Reality check, Brandon. Miss Hunter is way out of your league. A beautiful woman like her most likely already has a man in her life. Besides, you\'re jail bait.\"

\"I\'ll be eighteen before graduation,\" I replied. \"My birthday is only two months away.\"

\"Do you really think you have a chance with her even after you turn eighteen? She\'ll laugh in your face, I\'ll bet.\"

\"I\'ll take that bet. What will you wager?\" I asked.

Laurie looked surprised. \"You really want to bet on this? Okay. If you can score with Miss Hunter before the end of this year, actually have sex with our hottest female teacher, then I\'ll wash your car once a week for a month.\"

\"And if I can\'t score with Miss Hunter?\"

\"Then you go on a date with me. You buy me dinner at a nice restaurant. Then a movie. Then we can park by the lake under the moonlight where we can kiss and you can tell me how beautiful I am.\"

I thought about it for a few seconds. \"Okay, Laurie. It\'s a bet.\"

\"Great. Start saving your money for that dinner and a movie.\"

\"No need for that. But you\'d better get your sponge and bucket ready to wash my car.\"

The next day when Miss Hunter and I were alone after class I let her know that I would be turning eighteen soon.

\"Miss Hunter, when you were my age did you know that you would one day be an art teacher ? I\'m seventeen, but I\'ll be eighteen on June 2nd.\"

She smiled at me. \"Why, Brandon. That\'s only two months from now. I must remember to wish you a very happy birthday.\"

She got up from her chair, walked around her desk and gracefully perched herself on the table. I could smell the light sweet fragrance of her perfume. Her lovely face was only about six inches away from me. My heart was pounding. Could she hear it?

\"When I was your age I had no idea I\'d be an art teacher,\" she said. \"It just worked out this way. I thought I\'d be working at an advertising firm.\"

\"I\'m glad you\'re working here,\" I said.

\"That\'s nice of you to say, Brandon.\"

\"I mean it. You\'re a great art teacher. The best I\'ve ever had.\"

Not that I\'ve ever had you the way I really want to, I thought.

Miss Hunter gently patted my arm. \"You\'re a sweet boy, Brandon.\"

A sweet boy? I\'m practically a man. Can\'t she see that? I\'d love to show her physically just how much of a man I am. And how I can satisfy her womanly needs.

\"Well, let\'s call it a day, shall we?\" she said as she reached for her bag.

\"Good night, Miss Hunter. See you tomorrow.\"

\"Good night, Brandon.\"

Two months later I turned eighteen. Miss Hunter wished me a very happy birthday on June 2nd. It felt great knowing that she remembered.

My parents took me to my favorite restaurant for my birthday dinner. I had a great time, but part of me wanted to be with Miss Hunter.

On Graduation Day we held the ceremony in the school auditorium. Afterward I had my diploma in my hand and was about to follow my parents to the parking lot when Miss Hunter approached.

\"Hello, Brandon. Are these your parents?\"

\"Hi, Miss Hunter. Yes. Mom. Dad. This is Miss Hunter. She\'s my art teacher.\"

They exchanged greetings and pleasantries.

\"Mr. and Mrs. Parker, I was wondering if I might borrow your son for a little while.\"

That surprised me. Hey, Miss Hunter can borrow me anytime she wants. In my mind I was doing the happy dance.

\"I have some personal extra art supplies that I\'m clearing out of my classroom storage cabinet, and I thought Brandon might like to have them. He\'s my best art student.\"

\"That\'s very nice of you, Miss Hunter. Go along with her, son,\" said Dad.

\"It was nice meeting you, Miss Hunter,\" said Mom.

\"Likewise,\" said Miss Hunter.

\"Don\'t wait for me,\" I said to my parents. \"I have my car and I\'ll probably meet the guys at the mall later.\"

\"Be home by six,\" said Mom. \"Dinner will be ready then.\"

\"Okay,\" I promised.

We were back in the classroom, just the two of us. Miss Hunter opened the storage cabinet and brought out a flat red carrying case. She handed it to me. I opened it. It was filled with art brushes and tubes of paint.

\"Miss Hunter, these look brand new. Are you sure you want to part with these?\"

\"I\'m sure. Spend the summer painting beautiful pictures, Brandon. Have fun.\"

\"Thanks, Miss Hunter. This is very generous of you.\"

\"You\'re welcome Brandon. And isn\'t about time you stopped calling me Miss Hunter? My name is Diana.\"

Did I hear her correctly?

She placed her hand gently on my arm. Her hand slowly worked its way up to my shoulder. Then she placed her other hand on my other shoulder.

\"You\'ve been working out. I can tell,\" she said softly and she slowly rubbed my shoulders.

I set the art kit down on the table, put my arms around her slim waist and gently pulled her closer to me.

\"Diana,\" I whispered into her ear.

Then we kissed. She plunged her tongue into my mouth.

I couldn\'t believe this was happening. The hottest teacher in school was giving me tongue!

It didn\'t take long for us to end up completely free of our garments and entwined on top of her desk. She eagerly parted her beautiful long legs and guided me inside of her. I pounded away as she wrapped her limbs tightly around me.

\"More, Brandon, more!\" she cried out. \"Don\'t hold back!\"

I couldn\'t believe I was actually fucking Miss Hunter. Diana. My dream come true!

I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The drops fell on Diana\'s face, but she didn\'t seem to mind. We must have been at it for over twenty minutes. That\'s when the door opened and in walked the school principal.

Mr. Ashford was in his early thirties. For a school principal, he was pretty cool. I never had a problem with him. Managed to spend my entire time in high school in his good graces. I wondered if that would all change the moment he walked in on me fucking Miss Hunter.

What the hell. I got my diploma. And I\'m over eighteen. What could he do? But what about Miss Hunter? Would he fire her for screwing a graduate on the school premises?

\"Terribly sorry. I should have knocked,\" he said in a surprisingly calm voice.

Damn right you should have, I thought. Diana and I were motionless, not sure what to do. Here we were, buck naked on top of her desk with my dick inside her pussy.

\"I heard voices in this room. And since the school was pretty much deserted at this hour, I thought I\'d better investigate.\"

Mr. Ashford stood there looking at me, then at Diana.

I slowly got up and tried to be suave and dignified about it. Diana leaned on one elbow and just looked at Mr. Ashford without saying a word.

\"Miss Hunter, make yourself presentable and report to my office in ten minutes,\" he said in a no-nonsense voice.

Then he turned to me and said, \"Brandon, get dressed and leave. Now.\"

\"No, Brandon. Stay right where you are,\" said Diana.

She smiled at Mr. Ashford.

\"Kenneth, are you going to pass up a perfectly good opportunity to live out one of your fantasies? You\'ve told me on more than one occasion what you\'d love to do. Come join us, my dear.\"

My mouth dropped open. What the fuck was she saying? Did Ashford have a fantasy about having a threesome with her and me? And did she and Ashford have something going? If so, for how long?

Mr. Ashford stood there for a moment. Then he smiled, removed his jacket, then his tie and shirt.

\"I am SO out of here!\" I said when Mr. Ashford began to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. Like I said, Ashford was pretty cool, but I did not want to see him naked.

\"Brandon, dearest, please stay. Don\'t be afraid,\" said Diana. She grabbed my arms and pulled me back. She quickly had me in a liplock and was kissing me. I tried to break away, but it felt good kissing her.

Then I felt Mr. Ashford behind me. Oh, God. No! I was sandwiched between Mr. Ashford and Miss Hunter!

\"You\'ll like this, Brandon. Trust me,\" said Mr. Ashford as he slowly rubbed my buttocks.

\"No! I don\'t want to do this!\"

\"Relax, Brandon. We can make you change your mind. Kenneth is great with his hands and tongue. You\'ll see,\" said Diana. She had me in a firm grip and would not let go. Ashford got down on his knees. I could feel something wet on my behind. He was licking my anus! Oh, gross!

\"Brandon, you\'re so tense. Relax,\" said Ashford. He flicked his tongue around and then into my butt. I shuddered.

\"Shhh,\" whispered Diana. \"That\'s a good boy.\"

I don\'t know how Ashford did it. But about five minutes later I was quivering with excitement. I could feel my muscles relaxing. He slipped a finger up into me and slowly and gently probed inside.

Diana kept me in her firm grasp as she covered my neck with baby soft kisses.

I could hear moaning. Then I realized it was coming from me.

\"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, Ashford! Fuck me good!\"

\"Happy to oblige, Brandon, my boy,\" he gasped. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, carefully put his cock inside me and pounded my ass good and hard.

Diana slipped her tongue into my mouth as she ran her fingers through my hair and gently massaged my scalp.

I thought I was going to pass out.

We all finished together. There we were, the three of us lying naked on the floor of the classroom. I wondered it Ashford had locked the door before he had joined us in this playful romp.

\"Was it good for you, Brandon?\" asked Diana.

\"Yes, Brandon. Did you enjoy that?\" asked Mr. Ashford.

I was reluctant to admit to him that I actually liked it when he fucked me. If anyone had told me this morning that I\'d be Ashford\'s little fuck toy before the day was over, I\'d have said, \"You\'re full of shit.\"

\"Mr. Ashford asked you a question, Brandon,\" said Diana in her no-nonsense teacher voice.

\"Uh, it was okay,\" I said.

\"Just okay? Well, here\'s my home telephone number,\" said Ashford. He handed me a card. \"If you ever want another threesome with Miss Hunter and me, don\'t hesitate to call.\"

I took the card and without another word I got dressed and left. Diana and Mr. Ashford took their time getting dressed. They watched me leave.

That was one fucking weird Graduation Day, I tell you.

When I got home I called Laurie.

She answered.

\"Hello?\"

\"It\'s Brandon.\"

\"Brandon who?\"

\"Har-dee-har-har-har. Brandon as in Got-To-Wash-His-Car-Every-Week-For-a-Month Brandon.\"

\"You didn\'t! Tell me you didn\'t!\"

\"I did. Miss Hunter is a terrific lay. Believe me.\"

\"Details. I want details.\"

\"You\'ll get those while you wash my car. Is tomorrow morning good for you?\"

\"Yes. See you then.\"

Ashford, Diana and I did get together for more fuck sessions since then. I found that each time I was their sandwich filling, the more I liked it. Sometimes we\'d trade places and Ashford would be the filling. A couple of times Diana was the filling. She screamed when I slipped inside her pussy while Ashford went inside her butt.

Yep. Dad would be very surprised if he ever learned about the day my art teacher helped me become a man.

THE END