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Previous: Behind the Door, Part 4 \u2013 An Erotic Story<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Miss Kennedy. Feel better today?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna’s back stiffened at Cindy’s young voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2014no honing her skills necessary.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Cindy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you thinking about something?\u201d Cindy came to stand next to her. She took her hand, affectionately. \u201cWhat are you looking at?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooking at?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, you’re looking at the wall, not at the door, waiting for us to come in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes, the wall. I was, er, thinking of rearranging the room. Yeah, rearranging. You know, making things fresh. I don\u2019t want it to get old, stale. Do you do that at home?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would like to. My bed is too heavy for me to move. I do move my teddy bears around by pillow on my bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you know what I\u2019m thinking then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Cindy went on to give her thoughts on switching up the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Kennedy.\u201d Jenna heard Rachel Kaufen, the little reading specialist. \u201cGood morning. Have you found the book I was asking about? I really need it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna looked at Cindy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan you find\u2014what book was it, Miss Kaufen?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018The Gray Goose’.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, \u2018The Gray Goose’?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Cindy dropped Jenna\u2019s hand to go on the hunt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’ll wait here.\u201d Rachel leaned against the door frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna went to her desk to act like she had a task that needed to be finished.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel now walked to Jenna’s desk. \u201cGot a problem with your AC or something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d The simple question alarmed Jenna.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, the custodian was here\u2014twice\u2014yesterday. Fixing your chair or something else.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah. I know. He said he hadn\u2019t been down to this wing of the school in a while. He\u2019s fixing problems before they’re problems.\u201d Jenna left it at that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNice to hear. He should come to my room.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaintenance. I need his maintenance too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t understand. Got problems?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe could fix a few things. You know, a little help here and there.\u201d Then Rachel went silent. She stared down at Jenna.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI guess you could ask?\u201d Jenna haphazardly ended the sentence as a question.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna was worried, because Rachel was intoning messages.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe’s a good-looking man, isn\u2019t he?\u201d Rachel asked softly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel leaned forward, over the desk, and spoke in nearly a whisper. \u201cHandsome. Hot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Kennedy, Miss Kennedy! I found it.\u201d Cindy ran to the teachers. The book waved above her head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, thank you! You are such a wonderful helper,\u201d Miss Kennedy said brightly. The Kindergartener had saved Jenna from an adult conversation that was headed somewhere bad.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you are,\u201d Miss Kaufen said. \u201cI owe you a sweet gift. I\u2019ll bring it today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

More students arrived, so Rachel left.<\/span><\/p>\n

The rest of the day went along smoothly\u2014or as best as it could with gossips and bloodhounds sneaking around.<\/span><\/p>\n

At 11:07, the monkey on Miss Kennedy\u2019s 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Miss Kennedy, how has the day been?\u201d the bloodhound asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease leave. You were very rude yesterday.\u201d Jenna walked away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I want to apologize. I did assume too much. It was rude.\u201d Natalia stood still.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna paused. She questioned the bloodhound\u2019s concession. Natalia gave up too quickly\u2014in Jenna’s opinion. So quickly, in fact, that it seemed phony.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Miss Kennedy said flatly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe can all be friends with our coworkers. We should be,\u201d Natalia said. \u201cIf we tell our students to do that, we should.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for your apology.\u201d Jenna didn\u2019t 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen you see him, tell him I have some issues in my room or need a new desk chair. I would appreciate it.\u201d Surprisingly, Natalia then turned to two kids who were laughing loudly and flapping their arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat bitch,\u201d Jenna mumbled, as she left. \u201cAnd Rachel\u2014little hoe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019t hear them, but she no doubt was explaining maintenance problems with her classroom as well as gathering gossip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep going, Miss Kennedy,\u201d one student called from someplace far, far away from where Jenna’s mind had rushed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to miss recess!\u201d a boy called from the back of the line.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe’s been weird all day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna picked out Cindy’s voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, everyone.\u201d Miss Kennedy marched ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ten minutes later, her classroom was empty and silent. Until, unexpectedly, Rachel, the rosy-cheeked twenty-something, walked into the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJenna! Thank you for getting Jermaine to check out my room! I could kiss you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re welcome,\u201d she said, despite a questioning tone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe’s very\u2026\u201d Rachel stopped, looking closer at Jenna.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna waited too long to respond.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel had the same womanly sense that Cindy already had.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t tell him?\u201d Rachel asked. Her mouth drooped. \u201cThen, how did he\u2026 um\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid he what?\u201d Jenna asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKnow. How did he know? Said he was coming down here to see\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her forehead. She countered Rachel’s assumptions. \u201cI had no plans to see him. Didn\u2019t expect him,\u201d Jenna said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn’t?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you think it\u2019s strange?\u201d Jenna asked. She offered a logical explanation. \u201cHe’s the custodian and \u2018fixing problems before they’re problems.\u2019 His slogan. He’s probably going all over the building\u2014classroom to classroom.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel was quiet long enough that Jenna filled the empty space.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid he say anything?\u201d Jenna asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAbout?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIssues that you had or anything else?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe 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,\u201d Rachel said, pinpointing the timeline. \u201cYou must have some real issues.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna pursed her lips but quickly tried to bend them into a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBetween you and me,\u201d Rachel said, \u201che 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.\u201d She giggled and then covered her mouth with her fingers. \u201cThat’s taboo to say, isn\u2019t it?\u00a0 Sexual harassment. We’ll keep it as yours and my secret. Everyone has secrets.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cYeah, mhmm, my lips are sealed.\u201d She dragged her fingers over her lips from end to end. Nevertheless, Jenna was pleased but disconcerted. What was happening?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI might have to undo a button on my blouse when he comes by.\u201d Rachel snickered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel’s teeniebopper snicker pissed off Jenna.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve said enough for me.\u201d Jenna stood. \u201cNow, if you’ll let me, I need to get my kids.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right, but one more thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna tried to yank a light sweater from the back of her chair. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEver had a threesome?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat in hell!\u201d Jenna was startled, gripping for the sweater on the desk chair. Missing it, the heavy metal toppled over in a loud crash.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was just wondering. I didn\u2019t think\u2026 I thought you\u2019d be more easygoing talking about\u2026 less uptight at the thought. Sorry,\u201d she offered politely.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not the place to mention it or talk about these things,\u201d Jenna growled her rebuke. \u201cI don\u2019t feel comfortable talking about Jermaine’s looks or things like sex. This is a Kindergarten room.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel raised her hands, conceding her apprehension by the police. She backed up.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped in the doorway.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’d say this may not be the place for doing those things either, but, as you might know, it happens.\u201d Rachel shrugged nonchalantly. She then rushed out of the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet out! Get out now!\u201d Jenna stormed to the door and slammed it shut. The small window pane rattled harshly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna picked up the desk chair. She sat and covered her face. \u201cControl yourself,\u201d she commanded. \u201cDon\u2019t get involved in their games.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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: \u201cYou’re fired!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna was left with a distressing question of how long until it reached Principal Simmon.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGot a few minutes?\u201d he asked smoothly and slinked in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m about to leave,\u201d she said. \u201cIt’s been a very long day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor me too, so I need a little\u2014\u201d He closed the door gently and turned back his gaze. \u201c\u2014a little relief.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heard the gentle click of the latch.<\/span><\/p>\n

The heaviness of her breathing increased.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m not sure I\u2026 it may be the wrong…\u201d she stumbled, \u201cwhat if\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

However, he made her back up to the short work table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna plopped down, knocking together two chairs, making a sharp, metallic clang.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna\u2019s butt thudded on the tabletop.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you\u2026\u201d 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

She tucked her dress between her legs and watched as the long erection appeared\u2014kingly and proudly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuck my dick,\u201d he directed.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jermaine wasn\u2019t waiting. He put his hand behind Jenna’s head and thrust his hips forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

She gripped his ass as to not fall backward.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

It became a mess. However, she loved that she could please him. Her intent was to bring him to his brink and over.<\/span><\/p>\n

She focused on that goal, but then she heard a single light click from across the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

They both stopped, frozen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought I\u2019d find you here,\u201d came the soft, sweet voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna pulled back, her mouth still open, a strand of saliva hanging like a weak bridge to his dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

She glanced around Jermaine’s hip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRachel?\u201d she muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face flushed white in fear and embarrassment. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

The front of her dress was a mess, as she knew her hair was too.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not what you think\u2026\u201d Jenna said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, it isn\u2019t?\u201d Rachel responded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe were just\u2026 Tell her, Jermaine, tell her.\u201d Jenna patted his leg.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingernails drove into his thigh in fear when he didn\u2019t answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna tried to stand up from the table, but Jermaine shoved her down.<\/span><\/p>\n

The small table legs screeched with the weight.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn’t\u2026 I can\u2019t\u2026\u201d Jenna fumbled, unable to complete a sentence.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"waterproof<\/a><\/p>\n

Despite a rattled mind, Jenna heard the gentle click of the door lock.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel appeared at Jermaine’s right side. Her hand slid around his waist.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEnjoying her?\u201d she asked Jermaine. She leaned forward to take hold of his slippery, shining cock.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBitch is a born dick-sucker,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel’s hand raised her chin, and Jenna saw a devilishness in Rachel’s green eyes. This wasn\u2019t the reading specialist she knew to pop into her classroom randomly. This woman had another side\u2014a wicked and domineering side.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna shook her chin free of Rachel’s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are, what are you two doing?\u201d Jenna asked. She looked at Rachel. \u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel grinned. \u201cSomeone I know can\u2019t stop shouting when she’s getting fucked really hard. It got me curious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna’s jaw dropped in astonishment.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, you heard me right. I came by to get that book. And, well, the shouts were obvious. This guy,\u201d she coddled Jermaine’s deflating dick, \u201che must have pounded your ass.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna remained stunned. \u201cYou, you heard, heard us\u2014me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, mostly you. You loved it a lot, or else it’s been a long time. One of the two.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jermaine nodded. \u201cI fucked her hard, and she loved it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel leaned toward Jenna who still remained on the tiny table.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Miss Kennedy, did you?\u201d A sinister smirk smeared over Rachel’s mouth. \u201cDid you love being fucked by a black cock\u2014a thick dick?\u201d She gripped Jermaine\u2019s cock. It grew\u2014thickening again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna was silent.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel straightened up. \u201cHe doesn\u2019t play, does he? He didn’t go light on\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho else knows? Who, who did you tell about this? Who?\u201d Jenna barked her questions, like a rabid dog.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho knows. Well, it comes down to what you do now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d Jenna crinkled her forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEver eaten pussy before?\u201d Rachel grinned heinously. \u201cLicked cunt? Put you tongue inside a woman?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna then remembered what Rachel had asked. \u201cYou, you asked me about a threesome. You knew. The whole time, you knew!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna attempted to stand a third time, but both Jermaine and Rachel shoved her down.<\/span><\/p>\n

The table legs ached again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel leaned close.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Miss Kennedy, tell me. Have you had your face covered by a girl’s pussy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDoes Natalia\u2014Mrs. Hampton\u2014does she know? Did you tell her?\u201d Jenna asked quickly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf I did\u2014\u201d Rachel put her hands on her hips. \u201cI deserve some attention to end the rumor. I can end it like that.\u201d She snapped her fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou told her!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot yet. But rumors may begin to start. There is a way to stop it though.\u201d Rachel released a sneaky laugh.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere is?\u201d Jenna said. \u201cI don\u2019t want any trouble. I don\u2019t want my reputation ruined.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen follow me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Worried and astounded, Jenna watched Rachel sit in her chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome here, Jenna.\u201d She flung one leg onto the arm of the chair. Her other leg rested on the opposite arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

Opened before Jenna was the darkness deep between her legs. The skirt cast a shadow over Rachel’s private place.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna stood slowly.<\/span><\/p>\n

The table ached once more.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knelt before Rachel. As she shuffled close, she winced at the rough carpet burning her knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEat well and you’ll have no problems,\u201d Rachel promised.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna\u2019s heart thudded wildly. She hadn\u2019t 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heaved a breath before trudging into the darkness under the flimsy skirt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her face warmed immediately. The air hanged there, no movement.<\/span><\/p>\n

The small space smelled bittersweet with a tang.<\/span><\/p>\n

Thinking of scents and burnt knees, she didn\u2019t 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna took a deep breath. She pushed her face into Rachel\u2019s 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

After a few wide-tongue licks, she heard Rachel yip. Her body jerked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heard Rachel\u2019s head hit the chair back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel\u2019s hips bounced, pushing her glossed pussy farther up Jenna’s face. Smearing her face.<\/span><\/p>\n

The chair rocked forward and backwards, helping Jenna work.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHoly shit!\u201d Rachel shouted. \u201cYou are\u2026 keep it up\u2026 yeah, right there, right there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna\u2019s butt was uncovered, her own overheated pussy cooled by the comparably fresh air.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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 <\/span>thwap<\/span><\/i> would come.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStop,\u201d Rachel said. \u201cDon\u2019t take her attention from me. She\u2019s going good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna pushed her nose and tongue into Rachel again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jermaine didn\u2019t 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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u2019s forefinger wasn\u2019t enough. He pressured in two fingers. Jenna arched her back at the new sensation. Yet, her body eased its tension to enjoy the attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

She again kissed Rachel\u2019s mound and nuzzled her nose against it. The surrounding mesh of hair tickled her forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hit by the rough sensation, Jenna raised up from Rachel’s overheated body and howled. She winced and gritted her teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

She attended to Rachel as best as she could with these sensations behind her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her tongue hit a spot that sparked Rachel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh! Oh!\u201d she cried. \u201cRight\u2026 yes, right there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Her hips bucked, rocking the chair wildly. Her legs wrapped around Jenna’s head.<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt the strength of Rachel’s inner thighs on her cheeks, blocking her ear canals.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once Rachel’s legs had loosened, Jermaine switched from fingers to his hard dick. Jenna was back to sweet chocolate.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

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.<\/span><\/p>\n

The three were silent for a while.<\/span><\/p>\n

A little later, Rachel was in the bathroom when Jenna asked the question that weighed heaviest on her mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, this is all a secret, right? No one knows. No rumors?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel fixed her hair and makeup in the low mirror in the bathroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNone. Nothing,\u201d she said, not taking her eyes off her reflection.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna stood. She rubbed her rosy-red knees. \u201cAre there rumors going around already? I think there are.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Hampton. She caught onto something,\u201d Jenna said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel looked at Jenna. \u201cThat fat-ass? She thinks she\u2019s caught onto something and assumes everything, even when there’s no proof. Don\u2019t worry about her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s good to hear. She all but threatened to harm me.\u201d Jenna gave a quick laugh. It helped her relieve the stress.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still she asked for assurance\u2019s sake. \u201cI can trust you, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel appeared again with her hair in a ponytail. Jenna noticed her narrow neck.<\/span><\/p>\n

She leaned her shoulder on the door frame. \u201cJenna, please. That’s a dumb question.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m just a little worried.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs good as you did, well, I will never give you up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLadies,\u201d Jermaine interrupted, \u201cGot a few chores before heading home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

They both waved.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou ready to go too?\u201d Rachel asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet me know if you hear anything, any gossip. This worry isn’t going away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Rachel rubbed Jenna’s back. \u201cYou\u2019re safe with me. I can tell Principal Simmon that I\u2019ve heard a rumor but can confirm it\u2019s not true. Would that help calm your nerves?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLeave him out of it, please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The pair left for the parking lot.<\/span><\/p>\n

To her fear, Jenna noticed Natalia at the exit door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHello, Mrs. Hampton. Waiting for someone?\u201d Rachel asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Natalia\u2019s eyes glared at Jenna. \u201cActually, Rachel, I am.\u201d Then a wicked sneer smeared over her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

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