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Previous: Behind the Door, Part 5 \u2013 An Erotic Story<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Once again, Jenna Kennedy’s stomach twisted, and her throat compressed when she came up on Mrs. Hampton.<\/span><\/p>\n

The science teacher waited at the exit to the teacher’s parking lot. She was leaning against the wall nonchalantly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Despite being disgusted and yet having a seed of fear lingering in her mind, Jenna reminded herself that she had protection by both the principal and witnesses who would attest to both her character and professionalism at school.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna plowed forward to the door. However, she was confused when Mrs. Hampton didn\u2019t speak to her in her approach.<\/span><\/p>\n

There had to be a reason. She always had a reason. This woman was a bloodhound that was determined to sniff out dirty deeds.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna calmed herself with a breath. The principal’s backing was her shield.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave a good evening, Mrs. Hampton,\u201d Jenna said as she passed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Unexpectedly, Jenna heard a terrible screech. And a woman’s voice began to speak loudly, echoing in the hallway.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEver eaten pussy before? Licked cunt? Put your tongue inside a woman?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The words, which seemed to be straight out of a porn movie, stunned Jenna. She knew the voice was Rachel’s.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just as Jenna gasped, so did another person on the clip. It was her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Now, in the hallway, Jenna heaved in a chest full of air. Her vision darkened for a brief moment. She knew exactly why Rachel had said that, as well as when and where.<\/span><\/p>\n

Natalia Hampton pointed the face of her smartphone at Jenna.<\/span><\/p>\n

The video on her phone continued, and Jenna heard her own voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou, you asked me about a threesome. You knew. The whole time, you knew!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna watched herself attempt to stand from a low table in her classroom, but both Jermaine and Rachel shoved her down.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the video, Rachel leaned close to Jenna’s face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Miss Kennedy, tell me. Have you had your face covered by a girl\u2019s pussy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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

Natalia paused the video there.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have your answer, bitch. She does know\u2014now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna couldn\u2019t move. Her face flushed ghostly white. She dropped all her folders. They splattered across the tiled floor like spilled milk.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThought you could hide from me?\u201d Natalia grinned, like a proud dog would when holding its dead prey. \u201cNo need to ask how. A kid breached the CCTV network. The school isn\u2019t very protected when it comes to what kids know nowadays.\u201d She shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n

The memories of that evening at school sped through Jenna\u2019s mind. Jermaine had fucked her hard in the center of her classroom, not hidden in the bathroom as usual. Meanwhile, Rachel watched happily. Then Rachel had Jenna eat her out as she sat in Jenna’s rocking chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Hampton brought Jenna from the vivid memory.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow you\u2019re done at this school, you fucking slut,\u201d Mrs. Hampton said, twisting and turning the phone in Jenna’s face, like an angry teenage girl.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s all a made-up video. It’s all a lie,\u201d Jenna said through a parched throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStraight off the CCTV.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKids can get into networks, but they even make realistic videos. A.I. and everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna knelt to pick up her folders.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is real\u2014so, so real.\u201d Mrs. Hampton kicked a red folder away from Jenna. All the white papers inside spread across the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI saw the kid download it to the computer,\u201d Mrs. Hampton said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna looked up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNever trust a kid. You said the middle-grade kids are crazy. Better have solid proof.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis video is all I need!\u201d Mrs. Hampton barked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna stood with all her folders in tow. She was a head taller than Natalia.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFake videos and breaching a secure network\u2014that\u2019s breaking the law. You\u2019re the one who’s in trouble.\u201d Jenna stormed away from Natalia.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are you going, bitch?\u201d Mrs. Hampton demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna paused and turned back.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPrincipal Simmon. He has to know you hacked the network.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, he needs to see this video. That’ll be your downfall. You\u2019re fucked, so fucked,\u201d Mrs. Hampton said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Hampton passed Jenna in a fast-paced foot race. Both women barged into the school’s front office, calling the principal\u2019s name, like wild kids.<\/span><\/p>\n

The tall man opened his office door. His face was smeared with confusion. A pursed mouth and frowning brow.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing these ladies, he shouted over their bickering.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the hell is going on here? You’re acting like heathens.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe is fucking guys in our school\u2014your school!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe’s hacking the school’s network!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And both ladies continued to blather and shout over each other, getting louder and louder, pointing and poking.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShut up!\u201d Principal Simmon finally roared lion-like.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Hampton and Miss Kennedy stopped speaking. They had to catch their breath. Nevertheless, both barely could control their mouths.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot believe you two come in here hysterically. Insane. Where are your manners? We are professionals!\u201d he said angrily.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2014\u201d Jenna began.<\/span><\/p>\n

He raised both hands high.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cQuiet!\u201d he growled. \u201cDo I need to treat you like students?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He glared at the two women before him, letting his words register in the ladies’ minds.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stared into the eyes of each woman individually, piercing them and holding each teacher’s attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am astounded and repulsed,\u201d he said in a calmer tone. \u201cI have small children with more civility than you two right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He straightened his tie and tugged the lapels of his suit jacket. \u201cMy goodness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He swished his hair to the side.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, with some decorum, come into my office.\u201d He let them enter before him.<\/span><\/p>\n

Neither woman sat. They remained close to his desk. Mr. Simmon, though, sat in his chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. What is going on here?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Both women charged the other simultaneously.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStop! Stop!\u201d The principal waved his arms wildly. \u201cThe hell is going through your minds? So disrespectful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0He exhaled, frustrated.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Hampton, go first. Tell me what’s\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Before he could finish, she barged forward.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Kennedy is having sex on school campus\u2014in the building\u2014in her classroom! She needs to be fired. I have proof.\u201d She put the phone on the principal\u2019s desk, turned it toward him and smashed her finger on the screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

The video began to play.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna saw herself kneel before Rachel.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEat well and you\u2019ll have no problems,\u201d Rachel promised in the video.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Simmon pressed the screen to pause it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d he said. \u201cIn our school?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Natalia said with a happy grin. \u201cIn our school, yes\u2014a Kindergarten class at that! Sickening!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Before being acknowledged by the principal, Jenna announced her charges against Mrs. Hampton in a blather of words.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s all a lie. And she said she hacked the school\u2019s network with a student. A crime that deserves firing\u2014an investigation at least.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The principal remained silent momentarily, intertwining his fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you come across this video?\u201d he asked Mrs. Hampton coolly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’ve known this slut\u2014Miss Kennedy\u2014has been doing terrible things on campus. Here is the proof. We can\u2019t have\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you access this from the school’s network?\u201d he asked in the calm manner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2014you and the school board\u2014must investigate her actions. We can\u2019t have this happening here,\u201d Mrs. Hampton said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI asked if you accessed this via our secured network.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI had to or this would be going on right under our noses!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you access it, Mrs. Hampton?\u201d he asked more sternly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThrough the network. I was investigating. There was no other way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna interjected. \u201cShe had a student hack the system, she told me. Ask her about that. Ask her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA student? One of our students?\u201d Principal Simmon’s voice became harsh. \u201cYou had one of our students\u2014from this school\u2014hack the network?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI had to get evidence, or it would all be hearsay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, now a student can go anywhere in our computer system?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Natalia seemed astounded that the principal was more concerned with network access than sex.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid you have the passcode\u2014a password or a code?\u201d Simmon asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThese kids can break codes easily. They know so much. Nothing can stop them,\u201d she said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen you should be warning us about those students and our system’s weaknesses,\u201d he said. \u201cThink about students changing grades, getting personal information on our staff. Holding us for ransom\u2014god forbid. The terrible consequences are\u2026 are horrifying.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna plopped on the couch. She glanced at the arm of the couch. A week ago, the man across the desk had bent her over it. He and Jermaine fucked her while she wore wrist restraints.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Simmon’s eyes glanced at her for the briefest moment. She was unsure if it was a scolding for letting this happen or if he was conveying a reminder of his protection.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut, Mr. Simmon,\u201d Natalia said, \u201cshe is having sex in our school. Sex! That\u2019s what\u2019s terrible. We cannot have that happen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s all fake,\u201d Jenna charged, jumping to her feet. \u201cThe video cannot be real because I would never\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI will investigate the video. It could be A.I.-created. These kids may be using you, Mrs. Hampton\u2014toying with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis student is a good one. He wouldn\u2019t\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t, you say, but he’s already hacking the network on your behalf,\u201d Mr. Simmon said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI saw him pull the video from the CCTV network files\u2014or whatever you call the stuff. He didn\u2019t have time to create some video. Especially a video as real as this one. Watch more of it. It’s real. It even involves Rachel, the reading specialist, and Jermaine, who is our custodian. The three are acting like\u2014\u201d She gave a grunt of disgust. \u201cSickies.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Kennedy, are these videos real? Have you engaged in any sexual activity on campus?\u201d Principal Simmon asked directly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Hampton stepped aside. She was smiling.<\/span><\/p>\n

Principal Simmon sounded like her stern, direct father when he asked her for the truth even though he knew the truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna remembered once going to the movies with a boy that her dad didn\u2019t approve of. He ordered her not to go with him, but she did anyway. It was the first time a boy had touched her, and the first time she had felt a boy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNever,\u201d she told Principal Simmon, adding a hint of repulsion, \u201cI would never do that to the school or to my students. I am a professional on campus and an upright and honest representative of our school off campus for that matter.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis video says otherwise, Miss Kennedy,\u201d he said. \u201cI cannot but assume this is real.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is real!\u201d Mrs. Hampton interjected.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Hampton, you have already admitted to what amounts to actions worthy of punishment\u2014even dismissal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d She sounded startled by the statement. She patted her chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Simmon raised his eyebrows. \u201cHacking our school and using a student to do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut I was bringing proof of terrible\u2026\u201d Her voice trailed off. It became a whisper. \u201cYou can\u2019t be serious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not the only one, Mrs. Hampton,\u201d the principal said. \u201cMiss Kennedy has some questions to answer too. I am not through with her yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d Jenna raised her voice. \u201cBut it’s a fake video! A student created it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it’s not,\u201d Natalia countered, as she had regained her voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what to do with either of you.\u201d He smeared the palm of his hand across his forehead. He then frowned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need to take this under advisement. This needs investigation\u2014both accusations. This is a lot to take. I cannot make a decision right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Hampton began to say something but stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat’s all I can do right now. It’s all astounding. Extremely disappointing. If word of this gets out among students and teachers, then we have major problems. It’s hitting the news, social media. The students will share it everywhere and with everyone. This would be the downfall of the school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He massaged his temples.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Hampton, do you trust the student enough to keep this video evidence secret?\u201d Mr. Simmon asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Miss Kennedy.\u201d He shook his head, with his eyes closed. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to believe. This is damning. Either way, I want this silent. No retaliation against your fellow teacher. Be professional, both of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He pointed at each of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are both innocent until proven guilty. It’s how our nation works, so that\u2019s how it will work in my school too. I need this video, and I need written statements from each of you. I want them in the morning tomorrow in sealed envelopes. Your names will not even be written on the outside. This is what I mean by silent until the investigation is complete. Understand me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Both agreed immediately.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor the meantime, don\u2019t talk to each other until I say so. If you see each other, promptly turn and walk the opposite direction. Any other action and each of you will be gone\u2014fired.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The women nodded again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIn a few days, I will hold confidential interviews with you individually where you will discuss this further. These meetings may be held at odd times. Most of all, I cannot have this escape my office. There are dire consequences for both of you if it does. Hear me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir,\u201d Mrs. Hampton answered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna only nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Principal Simmon stood. \u201cPlease leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna noticed his chest was taking in deeper breaths.<\/span><\/p>\n

The teachers left. As ordered, both went in opposite directions. Jenna didn\u2019t know where Natalia went, but she went to her classroom.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting in her hard desk chair, Jenna fiddled with the monkey alarm clock. She squeezed its arms to make the small cymbals clap.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes crossed her desk. The walkie-talkie that she used to call Jermaine for \u201chelp\u201d was on the edge of the desk. Angrily, she swiped it into the trash can. It thudded out of sight, clanging in the metal can.<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt her stomach turn and a strong cramp under her ribcage.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knew she had done too much. \u201cIf I hadn\u2019t been so enamored by Jermaine,\u201d she cursed herself. \u201cIf I hadn\u2019t let our interaction become so personal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The whole room was silent, even though she could recall her shouts and screams that had echoed everywhere. The bathroom where he had fucked her ass so many times now was dark. The rocking chair where she had eaten Rachel’s pussy for safety and protection was as still as stone. The reading loft was a dark jungle.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did I?\u201d She smacked her thigh several times. \u201cI am a slut. Stop being a slut.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She put her forehead on the edge of her desk. Her vision blurred with tears. One tear dripped onto the knee of her slacks.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d she whispered. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt’s okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna flung herself upright at hearing the words. She gently swiped her vision clear.<\/span><\/p>\n

Principal Simmon stood in the door of her classroom. Tall and lean.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Simmon.\u201d It was all she could muster to say.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, it’s me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His voice immediately calmed her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThere’s no reason to worry. It’s all right. You may hear me sound mean or angry. I have to though. Otherwise things would get obvious.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly he was bumped aside. A brunette appeared. She wore a very tight, plum-colored dress.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna recognized her. She was on staff at the school\u2014one of the math teachers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Mower?\u201d Jenna’s mouth was left agape.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Miss Kennedy.\u201d Her voice was shy and had an awkward scratch. \u201cWeren’t expecting us?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUm, no. I wasn\u2019t expecting anyone tonight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen Mower, with her sensual moves, touched their boss. \u201cMatthew doesn\u2019t like to wait around when he’s turned on.\u201d She pursed her mouth. Her eyes conveyed a sinister look. Jenna was reminded of a wicked kitten.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen he saw that video\u2014even just a short clip\u2014he called me from my room.\u201d Karen flipped her wrist daintily, passing along her you-ought-to-know information. \u201cIt’s our usual night for playing around.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna shifted her eyes to Mr. Simmon. His light eyes pierced, and his mouth was shaped into a wicked grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

After letting the moment wane, Mrs. Mower put her hand on her lush hip.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, he tells me you were having some fun in here. I want details too before we reenact that night’s event.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2026 what we were doing?\u201d Jenna stuttered. \u201cI, uh, I don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t remember? Ha!\u201d She laughed at the absurdity. \u201cMatthew can cast the video on the TV over there. It’s not hard. Might be better. A porn movie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026\u201d Jenna muttered again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKaren is right. Casting it is not hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As he said it, the dark screen of the large TV brightened, as if awakening from sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

Matthew stepped to the voluptuous Mrs. Mower and snaked his arm across her shoulders. Mrs. Mower took Mr. Simmon’s hand in hers, like a teenage girlfriend would.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs far as I\u2019ve seen,\u201d Matthew said to Karen, \u201cshe was eating pussy\u2014Rachel’s pussy. On her knees.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen turned her head toward Matthew. \u201cRachel? Haha! Rachel, of all people! We knew that young lady had a freaky side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe does.\u201d Matthew pointed his free hand at the rocking chair. \u201cShe sat in that chair, and Jenna here was eating away. A very hot scene.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower redirected her attention to Jenna. Her smile was wide and her eyebrows were raised high.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou might steal my No. 1 spot as having the hottest video caught on these classroom cameras,\u201d Mrs. Mower said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou?\u201d Jenna asked. \u201cOn camera?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. A year or so ago, Matthew caught me with a student’s dad. In this dress.\u201d Karen tugged at the bottom hem, which was mid-thigh. She gently pulled Matthew’s hand to cup her large breast.<\/span><\/p>\n

Matthew began to knead her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower glanced quickly over her shoulder. \u201cIt was for the best. No complaints.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna remained stunned and staring at the pair. The realization struck her. Could no one at this school control themselves? Was a curse hanging over the place?<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower laughed lightly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cExpect to be the only one, huh?\u201d Mrs. Mower said. \u201cEveryone\u2019s got a secret. It’s surprising when it comes to light.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna said nothing. She only nodded, nibbling her bottom lip.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then the TV that had awoke moments ago began to broadcast an in-color, full-volume video.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna first heard Jermaine’s smooth voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

She immediately closed her eyes to avoid watching.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heard him ask her on the video.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGot a few minutes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was how he appeared that night.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m about to leave. It’s been a very long day,\u201d Jenna replied.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor me too, so I need a little relief.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI’m not sure I\u2026 it may be the wrong\u2026 what if\u2026\u201d she heard herself say.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna opened her eyes when she heard, on the video, two chairs scratch with a metallic screech.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuck my dick,\u201d Jermaine ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heard herself give him a blowjob, although she was blocked from the camera by his tall frame.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then, in the video, she heard another voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought I\u2019d find you here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRachel?\u201d Jenna muttered, saying her name at the moment in unison.<\/span><\/p>\n

Even watching the video, she felt the same gush of worry and embarrassment. Like before, her face flushed white and there was a tight pressure at her temples.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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

\u201cThis isn’t\u2026 I can\u2019t\u2026\u201d Jenna fumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEnjoying her?\u201d Rachel asked Jermaine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

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

Mrs. Mower interrupted to what amounted to an amateur porn film.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis is so hot!\u201d Mrs. Mower said, tugging at her dress\u2019s collar. \u201cMy god!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna redirected her attention to Karen. She had pulled Mr. Simmon’s hand around her, and their fingers interlocked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI told you,\u201d Mr. Simmon said. \u201cAnd Rachel too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo it happened on that short table?\u201d Mrs. Mower asked. She sounded giddy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mr. Simmon nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

She released herself from him. She plopped down on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna saw Mrs. Mower’s thickness round out as she sat. The plum dress was so tight. She adjusted herself, so the dress rolled higher, baring her hefty thighs.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGot a few minutes?\u201d Mr. Simmon said, striding to the seated woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to go,\u201d Karen said, attempting to act out Jenna. \u201cIt\u2019s been a very long day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Matthew stood before her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower’s face was blocked from Jenna’s view, as Jenna had been blocked on the video.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor me too, so I need a little relief,\u201d Matthew said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026 here\u2026 now?\u201d Karen said dramatically.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna saw Mrs. Mower’s knees appear on both sides of the principal\u2019s legs. Her legs were wide open.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered the zipper.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna knew the handsome man’s thickened dick had fallen out. Jenna’s mouth began to water in a primordial female desire for the male\u2014even from across the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

She desired to push Karen out of the way. She stayed back though.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuck my dick, bitch,\u201d Matthew ordered Karen below him.<\/span><\/p>\n

While Jenna couldn\u2019t exactly see Mrs. Mower’s mouth work, the table squeaked and shook. Mrs. Mower’s hands gripped Matthew’s thighs and moved to his ass. Her legs tensed as she worked.<\/span><\/p>\n

She watched the pair until she gave into her wanton desire. Jenna left her desk for the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting next to Karen, Jenna took a hold of the cock and put it in her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

As Jenna sucked, Karen pulled back Jenna’s hair, tucking it behind her ears. Soon though, her hair fell down as Jenna rocked forward and backwards on his dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are so good,\u201d Matthew said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen leaned in and worked her mouth around Matthew’s dick. Jenna sat upright, feeling her lips swollen and her body needing a chance to reenergize.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna watched Karen suck his dick. She slid her hands all over his body.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before long, Jenna was overwhelmed with sexual fury and a ruthless desire to be fucked. She dragged down Matthew’s dark slacks until they dropped to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower stood. She further shimmied up her short plum dress. Jenna noticed she had no panties on. Bared. No doubt planning to get banged by Matthew.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen turned away from him. She put her elbows on the table with her legs straight, showing her wide ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

In her sexual blitz, Jenna slid her hands up the back of Karen’s thighs to her pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was shaven clean, not even stubble.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen yipped as the touch. It turned into a soft bay, as Jenna ran a finger into the plump, slippery cunt.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want to be safe? I can protect you,\u201d Matthew said, still attempting to follow the scene in the movie.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do I have to do?\u201d Karen lulled in response.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEat Jenna on the chair.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then everything will be okay?\u201d Karen asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course, as long as it\u2019s good enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have never\u2026\u201d Karen said. \u201c\u2026 never had sex with a woman before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna was startled when she heard Rachel’s voice on the video.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, Miss Kennedy, tell me. Have you had your face covered by a girl\u2019s pussy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna heard how sharp Rachel\u2019s question had been.<\/span><\/p>\n

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

\u201cIf I did, I deserve some attention to end the rumor. I can end it like that.\u201d Rachel snapped her fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna’s attention was pulled from the video when Matthew brought her to her feet. He simply pointed to the rocking chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

She shed her slacks and panties, tossing them onto the ladder of the reading loft.<\/span><\/p>\n

Once Jenna had set her warm butt on the cool wooden chair, Mrs. Mower was on all fours, prowling like a panther over the rough carpet and worn rug. Jenna connected with Karen’s ferocious glare. Her sexual deviance rose into a beast all its own, ready, in fact, to be attacked. But it further flared\u2014rabidly almost\u2014 when Rachel spoke on the video.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEat well and you\u2019ll have no problems.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna leaned forward, curling her forefinger at the teacher slinking to her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower’s wide hips shuffled with her pace, and Jenna noticed her heavy breasts swaying but only as the plum dress would allow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet your face in this cunt. Eat like you\u2019re hungry,\u201d Jenna ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n

She flung her legs, in unison, like choreographed dancers, onto the arms of the rocking chair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mound was bared, and her thick bush of golden hair was sticky from her overheated pussy. She slid two fingers through the bush and to her lips. She spread them to expose everything.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs. Mower charged into her.<\/span><\/p>\n

While Jenna was timid in going between Rachel’s legs, Karen was the opposite. She ate and kissed. Her tongue lashed into Jenna’s pussy. It went deep in a narrow bullet shape and pulled out to offer wide licks across the pinkness.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her tongue cause Jenna to wince. She twisted in the chair, gripping and regripping her hands on the arm rests.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood god!\u201d Jenna shouted before straining her neck to the left. Her face looked as though she had just been smacked. In fact, she was feeling the striking sensation of a woman’s mouth gorging on her cunt. The hot breath, the intimate touches, fingers going in and out and around, gentle knocks against her clit with a strong, wet tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna felt warm juices slide down into her ass, likely then leaking onto the chair. Before another thought, the first salvo of orgasm landed in her center. Then another. In no time, a percussive pounding silenced her and forced her stiff. Her hands turned red as she held so tightly to the arm rests. The chair rocked back, in nearly a decline. She wrapped her legs around Karen. She could not restrain her body’s contraction. The orgasm had thrown her over the edge of everyday life. She was falling fast into the place called nowhere, which was filled with pleasure and goodness.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen worked her head loose, letting Jenna’s now-slack legs lay limp.<\/span><\/p>\n

In her stupor, Jenna heard the same huffs and growls from no one else but Matthew.<\/span><\/p>\n

She opened her eyes to see Karen still on her hands and knees with her plum dress rolled up to her tits. Matthew was behind her fucking her ruthlessly, making her large ass wobble. The white flesh could jam into a bubble with am inward thrust and fall to its round state as he pulled back.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still whirling, Jenna liked the sight. She didn\u2019t intend to move as her body would tingle and tug her from her state. But Mrs. Mower’s breasts trapped and this uncouth desire to free them. To touch them. To make her happy like she had when so gloriously eating her.<\/span><\/p>\n

She slid off the chair to her knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna grabbed her rolled-up plum dress. She peeled it off. Then she unhooked her strong bra.<\/span><\/p>\n

It fell loose as did Karen’s tits. Her back arched down slightly. Jenna helped her slip the straps off her shoulders. While doing so, Jenna\u2019s hands found her large nipples. They were knobs, perfect for sucking. Even Jenna had the urge to put them in her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSuch great breasts,\u201d Jenna said, the first words she had uttered in a while.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTha-nks,\u201d Karen said between thrusts of Matthew’s dick.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna lifted one in each hand and squeezed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFeels good\u2014\u201d Karen said, adding after the thrust, \u201c\u2014on my back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRoll over then,\u201d Matthew said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen\u2019s hair spread out, like a queen’s crown, on the floor. Her tits set asunder. Jenna lifted them, pressing them together.<\/span><\/p>\n

Meanwhile, Matthew straightened Karen’s bright-red knees. He aligned his hard cock and shoved it into her. When Jenna placed her mouth on her and Matthew made his first deep push, Mrs. Mower wailed. Her face scrunched into a fa\u00e7ade of pain. Her hands gripped\u00a0 Matthew’s forearms. Her back arched off the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna sucked hard, swirling her tongue over the nipples, switching between the pair.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen looked to have nearly fallen in to a seizure with all the attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!\u201d she howled. \u201cMy goodness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With her convulsions, Matthew drove deeper into her. He pushed the back of her thighs until her knees hit Jenna. Karen was smashed and heaving for breath. Then Matthew, high above her, stopped, pausing stiffly. His eyes closed and a smile brightened his face.<\/span><\/p>\n

He drew out his cock and flapped it against Karen’s pussy.<\/span><\/p>\n

Karen laid flat, nothing more than a warm, breathing corpse.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWait, don\u2019t get that on my carpet!\u201d Jenna yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n

She scooted on her knees to Matthew’s easing dick. She put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.<\/span><\/p>\n

A moment later, the three of them were exhausted and lazing around the room. Matthew in a tiny chair. Jenna in her rocking chair. Karen laying flat across the crafts table, still naked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat was a top-quality porn movie,\u201d Matthew said. \u201cCameras in the classroom were the best idea I ever had.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

No one answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon, they were presentable and went their separate ways. That night, Jenna slept well. She only had good dreams.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Next: Behind the Door, Part 7 \u2013 An Erotic Story<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

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