I am karan, a 20 year boy. The incident I will narrate happened some 5 mtnhs ago. It is about my Teacher, Miss Mamta and me. Everybody in our class, i...cluding girls, were her big fan. She was so approachable and cordial and seemed to understand our problems. She is beautiful happened to be just another plus point for her. I, too, worshipped her.It was during summer camp that her true colours came to my knowledge. Actually, she asked me to erect her tent and when it was erected she poked my. But I think you are a bad boyMe: ha ha ha why do you think so dearDoctor: how dare you are to make a call to a doctor and flirt with herMe: hey ha ha ha am not ringing to every women I feel attractive. It was happened to see you everyday and I must admit that I am flirting with you because you are beautiful doctor.Doctor: tell me how could you see me everyday? Where are you from?Me: I will let you know through my cell phone dear. Can I have number?Doctor: ah aahh finally you asked my number... All that teasing and tormenting had come to an end. That lesbian performance was the icing on this voyeuristic cake and their exhibitionism would put porn stars to shame. This was it, my spunk shot over the fence panels and onto my hand. It felt so fucking nice. So satisfying.My outburst coincided with Rebecca’s second orgasm. I presumed it was her second. As my spunk flowed, her body writhed under Melissa’s expert tongue; she was practically bouncing off the chair and pleading with Melissa to. “Probably not, but things have to change.” I said “Change? How?” She asked puzzled.With that I told her that as of now, she needed to tell me everything else and everyone she had fucked. “So you forgive me?” She brightened up. “I didn’t say that.” I then pulled out my now rock hard cock and put her hand on it.“Tell me what you did with him. I want all the details. Start stroking”Chapter TwoHere comes the Cuckold.As she began stroking me, she started to tell me what happened. “What do you want.