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Miss Kennedy’s classroom had a new ambiance. Not of learning or happy school days but of dirty, hard fucks and unbridled lust. The remembrance of deeds done hanged in the corners of the ceiling, like cobwebs, and the others were covered over by the reading carpet.
But there was more in the room. It was as if the wet nose of a bloodhound bitch sniffed at her ankles. Natalia was always hunting and trailing. That bitch was determined to catch and kill.
“Hi, Miss Kennedy. Feel better today?”
Jenna’s back stiffened at Cindy’s young voice.
The girl was always first to arrive, and she could read her teacher’s body language better than anyone. She was a child born with womanly instincts—no honing her skills necessary.
“Hi, Cindy.”
“Are you thinking about something?” Cindy came to stand next to her. She took her hand, affectionately. “What are you looking at?”
“Looking at?”
“Yeah, you’re looking at the wall, not at the door, waiting for us to come in.”
“Oh, yes, the wall. I was, er, thinking of rearranging the room. Yeah, rearranging. You know, making things fresh. I don’t want it to get old, stale. Do you do that at home?”
“I would like to. My bed is too heavy for me to move. I do move my teddy bears around by pillow on my bed.”
“So you know what I’m thinking then.”
Cindy went on to give her thoughts on switching up the room.
“Miss Kennedy.” Jenna heard Rachel Kaufen, the little reading specialist. “Good morning. Have you found the book I was asking about? I really need it.”
Jenna looked at Cindy.
“Can you find—what book was it, Miss Kaufen?”
“‘The Gray Goose’.”
“Yeah, ‘The Gray Goose’?”
Cindy dropped Jenna’s hand to go on the hunt.
“I’ll wait here.” Rachel leaned against the door frame.
Jenna went to her desk to act like she had a task that needed to be finished.
Jenna knew that Rachel knew otherwise. She had come in while Jermaine was there. She had noticed their silently loud connection. It was obvious enough, because she had to escape fast. Leaving, Rachel had fumbled over her reason to leave.
Rachel now walked to Jenna’s desk. “Got a problem with your AC or something?”
“Huh?” The simple question alarmed Jenna.
“Yeah, the custodian was here—twice—yesterday. Fixing your chair or something else.”
“Oh, yeah. I know. He said he hadn’t been down to this wing of the school in a while. He’s fixing problems before they’re problems.” Jenna left it at that.
“Nice to hear. He should come to my room.”
“Why?”
“Maintenance. I need his maintenance too.”
“I… I don’t understand. Got problems?”
“He could fix a few things. You know, a little help here and there.” Then Rachel went silent. She stared down at Jenna.
“I guess you could ask?” Jenna haphazardly ended the sentence as a question.
Jenna was worried, because Rachel was intoning messages.
“He’s a good-looking man, isn’t he?” Rachel asked softly.
“What?”
Rachel leaned forward, over the desk, and spoke in nearly a whisper. “Handsome. Hot.”
“Miss Kennedy, Miss Kennedy! I found it.” Cindy ran to the teachers. The book waved above her head.
“Oh, thank you! You are such a wonderful helper,” Miss Kennedy said brightly. The Kindergartener had saved Jenna from an adult conversation that was headed somewhere bad.
“Yes, you are,” Miss Kaufen said. “I owe you a sweet gift. I’ll bring it today.”
More students arrived, so Rachel left.
The rest of the day went along smoothly—or as best as it could with gossips and bloodhounds sneaking around.
At 11:07, the monkey on Miss Kennedy’s desk went wild. Miss Kennedy led the class to the cafeteria for lunch. Stepping into the broad room of round tables, Jenna saw the bloodhound. She tried to keep distant and attend to the young students. Nevertheless, Natalia eventually weaved through the tables.
“So, Miss Kennedy, how has the day been?” the bloodhound asked.
“Please leave. You were very rude yesterday.” Jenna walked away.
“But I want to apologize. I did assume too much. It was rude.” Natalia stood still.
Jenna paused. She questioned the bloodhound’s concession. Natalia gave up too quickly—in Jenna’s opinion. So quickly, in fact, that it seemed phony.
“Okay,” Miss Kennedy said flatly.
“We can all be friends with our coworkers. We should be,” Natalia said. “If we tell our students to do that, we should.”
“Thank you for your apology.” Jenna didn’t want to say more than that. She scanned the many tables of eating children, hoping to find one who needed assistance opening a milk carton or two who were having too much fun.
“When you see him, tell him I have some issues in my room or need a new desk chair. I would appreciate it.” Surprisingly, Natalia then turned to two kids who were laughing loudly and flapping their arms.
“That bitch,” Jenna mumbled, as she left. “And Rachel—little hoe.”
Twenty minutes later, Miss Kennedy led her Kindergarteners back to the classroom. Jenna’s jaw nearly dropped when she witnessed Rachel chatting with Jermaine in a hallway. She couldn’t hear them, but she no doubt was explaining maintenance problems with her classroom as well as gathering gossip.
“Keep going, Miss Kennedy,” one student called from someplace far, far away from where Jenna’s mind had rushed.
“I don’t want to miss recess!” a boy called from the back of the line.
“She’s been weird all day.”
Jenna picked out Cindy’s voice.
“Sorry, everyone.” Miss Kennedy marched ahead.
Ten minutes later, her classroom was empty and silent. Until, unexpectedly, Rachel, the rosy-cheeked twenty-something, walked into the room.
“Jenna! Thank you for getting Jermaine to check out my room! I could kiss you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, despite a questioning tone.
“He’s very…” Rachel stopped, looking closer at Jenna.
Jenna waited too long to respond.
Rachel had the same womanly sense that Cindy already had.
“You didn’t tell him?” Rachel asked. Her mouth drooped. “Then, how did he… um…”
“Did he what?” Jenna asked.
“Know. How did he know? Said he was coming down here to see…”
Jenna raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her forehead. She countered Rachel’s assumptions. “I had no plans to see him. Didn’t expect him,” Jenna said.
“You didn’t?”
“Why do you think it’s strange?” Jenna asked. She offered a logical explanation. “He’s the custodian and ‘fixing problems before they’re problems.’ His slogan. He’s probably going all over the building—classroom to classroom.”
Rachel was quiet long enough that Jenna filled the empty space.
“Did he say anything?” Jenna asked.
“About?”
“Issues that you had or anything else?”
“He was headed to this wing of the building to check out your room. I’ve noticed he’s been down here at lunchtime several days now,” Rachel said, pinpointing the timeline. “You must have some real issues.”
Jenna pursed her lips but quickly tried to bend them into a smile.
“Between you and me,” Rachel said, “he is good looking. I gave him a few ideas for fixes. I want to see him some more. You would to, right? Any lady here would.” She giggled and then covered her mouth with her fingers. “That’s taboo to say, isn’t it? Sexual harassment. We’ll keep it as yours and my secret. Everyone has secrets.”
“Yeah, mhmm, my lips are sealed.” She dragged her fingers over her lips from end to end. Nevertheless, Jenna was pleased but disconcerted. What was happening?
“I might have to undo a button on my blouse when he comes by.” Rachel snickered.
Rachel’s teeniebopper snicker pissed off Jenna.
“You’ve said enough for me.” Jenna stood. “Now, if you’ll let me, I need to get my kids.”
“All right, but one more thing.”
Jenna tried to yank a light sweater from the back of her chair. “What is it?”
“Ever had a threesome?”
“What in hell!” Jenna was startled, gripping for the sweater on the desk chair. Missing it, the heavy metal toppled over in a loud crash.
“I was just wondering. I didn’t think… I thought you’d be more easygoing talking about… less uptight at the thought. Sorry,” she offered politely.
“This is not the place to mention it or talk about these things,” Jenna growled her rebuke. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about Jermaine’s looks or things like sex. This is a Kindergarten room.”
Rachel raised her hands, conceding her apprehension by the police. She backed up.
She stopped in the doorway.
“I’d say this may not be the place for doing those things either, but, as you might know, it happens.” Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. She then rushed out of the room.
“Get out! Get out now!” Jenna stormed to the door and slammed it shut. The small window pane rattled harshly.
Jenna picked up the desk chair. She sat and covered her face. “Control yourself,” she commanded. “Don’t get involved in their games.”
Before getting the kids from the playground, she checked her face in the small mirror. She touched up her mascara. She left the sweater dangling on the back of her chair.
The rest of the day was rough. The excitement of her rendezvous with Jermaine had been flipped. It may have blown up in her face. She could be fired on the spot. She honestly feared Principal Simmon storming into her room, pointing his finger inches from her nose, and declaring: “You’re fired!”
Rachel knew what had happened. And, if Rachel knew, so did Natalia. All sorts of juicy gossip swirled around the teachers lounge and jumped from teacher to teacher, like the flu does among students. Soon the rumors are caught by the principal.
Jenna was left with a distressing question of how long until it reached Principal Simmon.
At the end of the day, as Jenna stuffed the last notebook in her tote bag, Jermaine entered the doorway. Tall and handsome. Even more, masculine and powerful. He brought fear with him too.
“Got a few minutes?” he asked smoothly and slinked in.
“I’m about to leave,” she said. “It’s been a very long day.”
“For me too, so I need a little—” He closed the door gently and turned back his gaze. “—a little relief.”
Jenna heard the gentle click of the latch.
The heaviness of her breathing increased.
“I’m not sure I… it may be the wrong…” she stumbled, “what if…”
However, he made her back up to the short work table.
Jenna plopped down, knocking together two chairs, making a sharp, metallic clang.
Jenna’s butt thudded on the tabletop.
“What are you…” She stopped when he lowered the zipper on his pants. As he slowly undid it, it sounded to her like a curse. Despite everything, her mouth watered and her pussy warmed.
She tucked her dress between her legs and watched as the long erection appeared—kingly and proudly.
“Suck my dick,” he directed.
She leaned forward without a second thought. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and lowered it. Her lips kissed the head. Her tongue flicked the very tip.
Jermaine wasn’t waiting. He put his hand behind Jenna’s head and thrust his hips forward.
Jenna opened her mouth to let his thrusts go to the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and gagged each time. Her lips rounded the dick as it was pulled back.
She gripped his ass as to not fall backward.
After a few moments, she took over. She grabbed the length and, gripping it, swirled her tongue and then slurped the underside. It jolted and hit the roof of her mouth. She made her cheeks contract as one hand held a tight grip on the large, dark cock. The other hand took hold of his low-hanging balls. Her blowjob made the man standing there groan gutturally. He coughed once in gasping for breath. His muscles tightened in her hand.
Unexpected to her, his hands grabbed her hair harshly. He made her work her lips and tongue on his terms. He fucked her mouth, until slobber came out and drooled over chin.
It became a mess. However, she loved that she could please him. Her intent was to bring him to his brink and over.
She focused on that goal, but then she heard a single light click from across the room.
They both stopped, frozen.
“I thought I’d find you here,” came the soft, sweet voice.
Jenna pulled back, her mouth still open, a strand of saliva hanging like a weak bridge to his dick.
She glanced around Jermaine’s hip.
“Rachel?” she muttered.
Her face flushed white in fear and embarrassment. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
The front of her dress was a mess, as she knew her hair was too.
“This is not what you think…” Jenna said.
“Oh, it isn’t?” Rachel responded.
“We were just… Tell her, Jermaine, tell her.” Jenna patted his leg.
Her fingernails drove into his thigh in fear when he didn’t answer.
Jenna tried to stand up from the table, but Jermaine shoved her down.
The small table legs screeched with the weight.
“This isn’t… I can’t…” Jenna fumbled, unable to complete a sentence.
Despite a rattled mind, Jenna heard the gentle click of the door lock.
Rachel appeared at Jermaine’s right side. Her hand slid around his waist.
“Enjoying her?” she asked Jermaine. She leaned forward to take hold of his slippery, shining cock.
“Bitch is a born dick-sucker,” he said.
Rachel let go of his cock and reached to cup Jenna’s chin. She slowly wiped her thumb over Jenna’s lips, pushing her thickened flesh, like a mother cleaning her child’s messy mouth.
Rachel’s hand raised her chin, and Jenna saw a devilishness in Rachel’s green eyes. This wasn’t the reading specialist she knew to pop into her classroom randomly. This woman had another side—a wicked and domineering side.
Jenna shook her chin free of Rachel’s hand.
“What are, what are you two doing?” Jenna asked. She looked at Rachel. “Why are you here?”
Rachel grinned. “Someone I know can’t stop shouting when she’s getting fucked really hard. It got me curious.”
Jenna’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
“Yes, you heard me right. I came by to get that book. And, well, the shouts were obvious. This guy,” she coddled Jermaine’s deflating dick, “he must have pounded your ass.”
Jenna remained stunned. “You, you heard, heard us—me?”
“Yeah, mostly you. You loved it a lot, or else it’s been a long time. One of the two.”
Jermaine nodded. “I fucked her hard, and she loved it.”
Rachel leaned toward Jenna who still remained on the tiny table.
“So, Miss Kennedy, did you?” A sinister smirk smeared over Rachel’s mouth. “Did you love being fucked by a black cock—a thick dick?” She gripped Jermaine’s cock. It grew—thickening again.
Jenna was silent.
Rachel straightened up. “He doesn’t play, does he? He didn’t go light on—”
“Who else knows? Who, who did you tell about this? Who?” Jenna barked her questions, like a rabid dog.
“Who knows. Well, it comes down to what you do now.”
“Huh?” Jenna crinkled her forehead.
“Ever eaten pussy before?” Rachel grinned heinously. “Licked cunt? Put you tongue inside a woman?”
Jenna then remembered what Rachel had asked. “You, you asked me about a threesome. You knew. The whole time, you knew!”
Jenna attempted to stand a third time, but both Jermaine and Rachel shoved her down.
The table legs ached again.
Rachel leaned close.
“So, Miss Kennedy, tell me. Have you had your face covered by a girl’s pussy?”
“Does Natalia—Mrs. Hampton—does she know? Did you tell her?” Jenna asked quickly.
“If I did—” Rachel put her hands on her hips. “I deserve some attention to end the rumor. I can end it like that.” She snapped her fingers.
“You told her!”
“Not yet. But rumors may begin to start. There is a way to stop it though.” Rachel released a sneaky laugh.
“There is?” Jenna said. “I don’t want any trouble. I don’t want my reputation ruined.”
“Then follow me.”
Rachel walked to the rocking chair. Before sitting, she tugged her blue panties from under her skirt. They dropped to the floor, becoming a tiny pool at Rachel’s feet. She stepped out of them.
Worried and astounded, Jenna watched Rachel sit in her chair.
“Come here, Jenna.” She flung one leg onto the arm of the chair. Her other leg rested on the opposite arm.
Opened before Jenna was the darkness deep between her legs. The skirt cast a shadow over Rachel’s private place.
Jenna stood slowly.
The table ached once more.
She knelt before Rachel. As she shuffled close, she winced at the rough carpet burning her knees.
“Eat well and you’ll have no problems,” Rachel promised.
Jenna’s heart thudded wildly. She hadn’t eaten a pussy before, never even kissed a girl. She was all about men. And, at teenage parties, the bottle never pointed in a girl’s direction. Now though, she had been caught. She had to go down on the reading specialist.
Jenna heaved a breath before trudging into the darkness under the flimsy skirt.
Her face warmed immediately. The air hanged there, no movement.
The small space smelled bittersweet with a tang.
Thinking of scents and burnt knees, she didn’t realize how close she was. Her nose bumped into Rachel. Jenna pulled back with the tip of her nose covered in a bit of warm wetness.
Jenna took a deep breath. She pushed her face into Rachel’s pussy. Rachel’s clit felt ready for attention, and the gap was wide. Jenna fit the tip of her nose and much of her mouth against Rachel. Meanwhile, her forehead brushed against a thicket of hair.
After a few wide-tongue licks, she heard Rachel yip. Her body jerked.
Jenna heard Rachel’s head hit the chair back.
Rachel’s hips bounced, pushing her glossed pussy farther up Jenna’s face. Smearing her face.
The chair rocked forward and backwards, helping Jenna work.
“Holy shit!” Rachel shouted. “You are… keep it up… yeah, right there, right there.”
While Jenna’s face was caught inside a fat, wet pussy and trapped under Rachel’s dress, she felt a rush of cool air swirl over her ass. Then there was the tug on her panties by strong hands. Jermaine’s hands yanked and pulled.
Jenna’s butt was uncovered, her own overheated pussy cooled by the comparably fresh air.
However, she wailed when a wide hand smacked her white ass. Jenna’s head raised as her back stretched. The movement made Rachel look nine-months pregnant.
The slap burned worse than the rough carpet on her knees. She held her peace but halted her attention on Rachel. The pain needed to subside. Worse, she feared another hard thwap would come.
“Stop,” Rachel said. “Don’t take her attention from me. She’s going good.”
Jenna pushed her nose and tongue into Rachel again.
Jermaine didn’t smack her ass. But Jenna heard the fabric of her panties stretch and her hips yanked to the left. She could tell her panties were pulled aside as far as possible, baring most of her ass.
A thick finger moved along her pussy and then slid in. It felt good enough to pause her tongue for a moment. Although it was dark and hot between Rachel’s legs, Jenna cooed at the touch. Her hips shifted slightly to encourage the play. But Jermaine’s forefinger wasn’t enough. He pressured in two fingers. Jenna arched her back at the new sensation. Yet, her body eased its tension to enjoy the attention.
She again kissed Rachel’s mound and nuzzled her nose against it. The surrounding mesh of hair tickled her forehead.
She gave a light gasp when Jermaine’s fingers pulled out. The fingers then felt like strong tentacles, touching and prodding her pussy. They finagled their way passed the overly sensitive labia and drove into her sweet pinkness. What felt like poking tentacles was now a solid three-finger rod.
Hit by the rough sensation, Jenna raised up from Rachel’s overheated body and howled. She winced and gritted her teeth.
It took a little longer, but her body adjusted. The touch was more painful than pleasurable. It was like sour candy instead of chocolate. The two fingers had been like silky chocolate.
She attended to Rachel as best as she could with these sensations behind her.
Her tongue hit a spot that sparked Rachel.
“Ah! Oh!” she cried. “Right… yes, right there.”
Her hips bucked, rocking the chair wildly. Her legs wrapped around Jenna’s head.
She felt the strength of Rachel’s inner thighs on her cheeks, blocking her ear canals.
Once Rachel’s legs had loosened, Jermaine switched from fingers to his hard dick. Jenna was back to sweet chocolate.
He fucked her like he had in the bathroom, which was a few feet away. In no time, there was cum on her back and sliding down her butt.
Rachel relaxed in the rocking chair. Jermaine had plopped into Jenna’s desk chair. Jenna dabbed the goo off her backside with her dress before any dropped on the carpet.
The three were silent for a while.
A little later, Rachel was in the bathroom when Jenna asked the question that weighed heaviest on her mind.
“So, this is all a secret, right? No one knows. No rumors?”
Rachel fixed her hair and makeup in the low mirror in the bathroom.
“None. Nothing,” she said, not taking her eyes off her reflection.
Jenna stood. She rubbed her rosy-red knees. “Are there rumors going around already? I think there are.”
“How?”
“Mrs. Hampton. She caught onto something,” Jenna said.
Rachel looked at Jenna. “That fat-ass? She thinks she’s caught onto something and assumes everything, even when there’s no proof. Don’t worry about her.”
“That’s good to hear. She all but threatened to harm me.” Jenna gave a quick laugh. It helped her relieve the stress.
Still she asked for assurance’s sake. “I can trust you, right?”
Rachel appeared again with her hair in a ponytail. Jenna noticed her narrow neck.
She leaned her shoulder on the door frame. “Jenna, please. That’s a dumb question.”
“I’m just a little worried.”
“As good as you did, well, I will never give you up.”
“Ladies,” Jermaine interrupted, “Got a few chores before heading home.”
They both waved.
“You ready to go too?” Rachel asked.
“Let me know if you hear anything, any gossip. This worry isn’t going away.”
Rachel rubbed Jenna’s back. “You’re safe with me. I can tell Principal Simmon that I’ve heard a rumor but can confirm it’s not true. Would that help calm your nerves?”
“Leave him out of it, please.”
The pair left for the parking lot.
To her fear, Jenna noticed Natalia at the exit door.
“Hello, Mrs. Hampton. Waiting for someone?” Rachel asked.
Natalia’s eyes glared at Jenna. “Actually, Rachel, I am.” Then a wicked sneer smeared over her mouth.
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