person in the room beside the Grays. It was Mrs. Milton, old fuddy-duddy Milton's wife. Mrs. Milton sure didn't look as fuddy-duddy as her husband though. Sam felt his cock harden in his pants as he watched Mrs. Milton spread her legs for Mr. Gray.
'Jesus!' Sam gulped noisily. Then he ducked back down again and shook his head. For a moment, the sight of Mrs. Milton made him forget what he was supposed to be doing. She looked just gorgeous spread out on the couch that way with her pussy open and waiting.
Sam raised his eyes again and looked through the viewfinder on his camera. He could get all three of them in the picture. He saw Mrs. Milton smile as Mr. Gray crawled between her legs and rubbed his cock in her creamy pussy. Then Mrs. Gray moved around and put her hands on Mr. Gray's ass. It looked like she was trying to push Mr. Gray's cock in Mrs. Milton's pussy.
Sam didn't take the time to try to figure it all out. He just snapped picture after picture until he got so horny that he couldn't hold the camera any more.
Sam's cock lurched and jerked in the front of his pants. Finally he gave up and pulled his cock out of his pants. If he didn't do something to shoot his cock off pretty soon, he knew that it was going to mess up his pants.
Sam whipped his cock back and forth in the darkness. He watched Mr. Gray drive his hard cock in Mrs. Milton's pussy and he imagined that he was doing it – his cock was sliding into Mrs. Milton's cunt. He held his breath and opened his eyes wide. Then his cock swelled up so hard that he almost hollered out when the cum finally spurted out of his engorged, swollen cockhead.
'Jesus!' he gasped. 'Gosh! Oh, golly!'
Sam's cum flew high in the air. It arched up and fell in thick globby, white streaks over the Grays' window.
Sam glanced at the window as he quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants. He hoped they wouldn't notice. He couldn't take any more pictures now anyway. The window was too messed up.
Sam hung his camera around his neck and ran for dear life, crashing through the bushes and flying down the path until he came to the boys' dorm. He didn't breath easy until he was locked in his own room with the camera safely in his top dresser drawer.
A little later that night, Sam sneaked over to the school darkroom and let himself in with the key he had bribed off a fellow classmate earlier. In no time at all, the pictures were developed and Sam gasped again as he looked at his work. The pictures were clear. Anyone could tell who was in the pictures. He stuffed the negatives and prints into an envelope and headed back toward the dorm. It was late and he knew he'd better not get caught after hours.
Sun was just sneaking into the dorm when he felt a rough hand on his shoulder. His face went white in the moonlight when he whirled around and stood face to face with Mr. Milton.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kurt turned red with anger when he saw the photographs that young Sam had been hiding behind his back. Now he was glad that he'd confiscated the envelope.
Kurt's first reaction was to go straight home and confront Sally with the evidence. Then, when he started tar think clearly, he began to see a way that he could shame Sally and get what he wanted at the same time. It probably wasn't Sally's fault, even though anyone could see that she was enjoying the whole thing. It was the Grays' fault. Kurt had felt funny about both of them ever since they started teaching. A woman as attractive as Alicia Gray was bound to mean trouble and her husband must be one of those weirdos. He would get even with all three of them and get himself in good with Miss Sarah in the process.
Kurt smiled a thin, tight-lipped smile. Now he knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to take the photographs and turn them over to Miss Sarah in the morning. That way Miss Sarah would be convinced that he was of good moral character. It took a really strong moral man to turn in his wife for lewd behavior. Miss Sarah would be so impressed that she'd give him the job of Vice-Principal immediately. Kurt was sure of that. Then she'd fire the Grays and Kurt could send Sally packing. He didn't think Sally would cause any trouble once she knew that he had the negatives to the pictures. Sally would be too embarrassed to do anything but leave.
Kurt grinned as he climbed in bed beside his sleeping wife. She was going to have a real surprise awaiting her in the morning. He'd show the pictures to Miss Sarah first and then he'd confront Sally with them. He could hardly wait. For once, he'd have the upper hand with Sally. Now she'd believe what he'd said about being a prim and proper wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Miss Sarah's hands were shaking as she handed Dick the envelope of photographs. She still didn't know what to do. Kurt had brought her the pictures this morning and she was still upset.
'What did you say?' Dick asked, paging through the photos and looking puzzled. 'Are you going to try them, Puss?'
'I told Kurt to come back at three for my decision,' Miss Sarah said, shaking her head sorrowfully. 'I made him promise not to say anything to anyone, including Sally, until I'd had time to think it over.'
Dick nodded and smiled. Then he reached out and squeezed Miss Sarah's hand. 'Well?' he asked, waiting for her to speak.
'You know, it's just not fair,' Miss Sarah said slowly. 'I've been thinking about all the fun you and I've had, and I just can't see firing people for the very same thing. I wish there was something I could do about it. I'm afraid I'm caught in a bind though. I know Kurt's got the negatives and he'll make trouble if I don't fire them. There's just got to be a way out.'
The doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. Miss Sarah got up to answer it and a minute later she ushered in two very frightened-looking students.
'I… I just had to come and see you, Miss Sarah,' Sam Sampson gulped. 'I've got to tell you something real awful!'
Bitsy Allen reached out and held Sam's hand tightly. 'Tell her!' she hissed. 'You promised you would.'
'Well, last night I did something really bad,' Sam confessed, looking back and forth between Mr. Barton and Miss Sarah. 'I had my dad send me a camera and I sneaked in the faculty quad. Then I took some pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Gray and… and Mrs. Milton.'
Poor Sam wished that he could sink right through the floor he was so embarrassed. He knew he had to tell Miss Sarah though. Bitsy had made him promise to confess the whole thing.
'You took these pictures?' Dick asked, handing the envelope to Sam.
Sam glanced at the pictures and his face turned even redder.
'Uh… yeah!' he gasped. 'Mr. Milton must have given them to you, huh?'
Miss Sarah nodded. Sam had never seen his Principal so upset. She looked almost like she was ready to cry.
'I… I guess you're going to have to fire them, huh?' Sam asked, hanging his head in shame. 'You're probably going to have to expel me too. Gee! I wish my dad had never sent me that darn camera!'
'I wish there was some way that I could get out of firing them,' Miss Sarah said. 'Mr. Milton kept the negatives though. I'm afraid I'll have to do it.'
Suddenly Dick grinned. 'Maybe you won't have to fire them after all,' he breathed. 'I've got an idea I think might just work. You kids wait in the other room for a while and let me talk to Miss Sarah. I've got an idea that might just get us out of all this trouble.'
'If we can figure out some way of getting pictures just like those of Kurt in a compromising situation, I think we can talk him out of doing anything with the negatives,' Dick said, after he and Miss Sarah were alone. 'I'm going to need your help though, Puss. Do you think you can talk Alicia into seducing Kurt? We could have the kids take pictures of the two of them together and then we can offer to trade our negatives for the ones Kurt has. That
