Behind the Door, Part 6 – An Erotic Story

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Once again, Jenna Kennedy’s stomach twisted, and her throat compressed when she came up on Mrs. Hampton.

The science teacher waited at the exit to the teacher’s parking lot. She was leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

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.

Jenna plowed forward to the door. However, she was confused when Mrs. Hampton didn’t speak to her in her approach.

There had to be a reason. She always had a reason. This woman was a bloodhound that was determined to sniff out dirty deeds.

Jenna calmed herself with a breath. The principal’s backing was her shield.

“Have a good evening, Mrs. Hampton,” Jenna said as she passed.

Unexpectedly, Jenna heard a terrible screech. And a woman’s voice began to speak loudly, echoing in the hallway.

“Ever eaten pussy before? Licked cunt? Put your tongue inside a woman?”

The words, which seemed to be straight out of a porn movie, stunned Jenna. She knew the voice was Rachel’s.

Just as Jenna gasped, so did another person on the clip. It was her.

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.

Natalia Hampton pointed the face of her smartphone at Jenna.

The video on her phone continued, and Jenna heard her own voice.

“You, you asked me about a threesome. You knew. The whole time, you knew!”

Jenna watched herself attempt to stand from a low table in her classroom, but both Jermaine and Rachel shoved her down.

In the video, Rachel leaned close to Jenna’s face.

“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?”

Natalia paused the video there.

“You have your answer, bitch. She does know—now.”

Jenna couldn’t move. Her face flushed ghostly white. She dropped all her folders. They splattered across the tiled floor like spilled milk.

“Thought you could hide from me?” Natalia grinned, like a proud dog would when holding its dead prey. “No need to ask how. A kid breached the CCTV network. The school isn’t very protected when it comes to what kids know nowadays.” She shrugged.

The memories of that evening at school sped through Jenna’s 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.

Mrs. Hampton brought Jenna from the vivid memory.

“Now you’re done at this school, you fucking slut,” Mrs. Hampton said, twisting and turning the phone in Jenna’s face, like an angry teenage girl.

“It’s all a made-up video. It’s all a lie,” Jenna said through a parched throat.

“Straight off the CCTV.”

“Kids can get into networks, but they even make realistic videos. A.I. and everything.”

Jenna knelt to pick up her folders.

“This is real—so, so real.” Mrs. Hampton kicked a red folder away from Jenna. All the white papers inside spread across the floor.

“I saw the kid download it to the computer,” Mrs. Hampton said.

Jenna looked up.

“Never trust a kid. You said the middle-grade kids are crazy. Better have solid proof.”

“This video is all I need!” Mrs. Hampton barked.

Jenna stood with all her folders in tow. She was a head taller than Natalia.

“Fake videos and breaching a secure network—that’s breaking the law. You’re the one who’s in trouble.” Jenna stormed away from Natalia. 

“Where are you going, bitch?” Mrs. Hampton demanded.

Jenna paused and turned back.

“Principal Simmon. He has to know you hacked the network.”

“No, he needs to see this video. That’ll be your downfall. You’re fucked, so fucked,” Mrs. Hampton said.

Mrs. Hampton passed Jenna in a fast-paced foot race. Both women barged into the school’s front office, calling the principal’s name, like wild kids.

The tall man opened his office door. His face was smeared with confusion. A pursed mouth and frowning brow.

Seeing these ladies, he shouted over their bickering.

“What the hell is going on here? You’re acting like heathens.”

“She is fucking guys in our school—your school!”

“She’s hacking the school’s network!”

And both ladies continued to blather and shout over each other, getting louder and louder, pointing and poking.

“Shut up!” Principal Simmon finally roared lion-like.

Mrs. Hampton and Miss Kennedy stopped speaking. They had to catch their breath. Nevertheless, both barely could control their mouths.

“I cannot believe you two come in here hysterically. Insane. Where are your manners? We are professionals!” he said angrily.

“But—” Jenna began.

He raised both hands high.

“Quiet!” he growled. “Do I need to treat you like students?”

He glared at the two women before him, letting his words register in the ladies’ minds.

He stared into the eyes of each woman individually, piercing them and holding each teacher’s attention.

“I am astounded and repulsed,” he said in a calmer tone. “I have small children with more civility than you two right now.”

He straightened his tie and tugged the lapels of his suit jacket. “My goodness.”

He swished his hair to the side.

“Now, with some decorum, come into my office.” He let them enter before him.

Neither woman sat. They remained close to his desk. Mr. Simmon, though, sat in his chair.

“Okay. What is going on here?” he asked.

Both women charged the other simultaneously. 

“Stop! Stop!” The principal waved his arms wildly. “The hell is going through your minds? So disrespectful.”

 He exhaled, frustrated.

“Mrs. Hampton, go first. Tell me what’s—”

Before he could finish, she barged forward.

“Miss Kennedy is having sex on school campus—in the building—in her classroom! She needs to be fired. I have proof.” She put the phone on the principal’s desk, turned it toward him and smashed her finger on the screen.

The video began to play.

Jenna saw herself kneel before Rachel.

“Eat well and you’ll have no problems,” Rachel promised in the video.

Mr. Simmon pressed the screen to pause it.

“What is this?” he said. “In our school?”

“Yes, sir,” Natalia said with a happy grin. “In our school, yes—a Kindergarten class at that! Sickening!”

Before being acknowledged by the principal, Jenna announced her charges against Mrs. Hampton in a blather of words.

“It’s all a lie. And she said she hacked the school’s network with a student. A crime that deserves firing—an investigation at least.”

The principal remained silent momentarily, intertwining his fingers.

“Where did you come across this video?” he asked Mrs. Hampton coolly.

“I’ve known this slut—Miss Kennedy—has been doing terrible things on campus. Here is the proof. We can’t have—”

“Did you access this from the school’s network?” he asked in the calm manner.

“We—you and the school board—must investigate her actions. We can’t have this happening here,” Mrs. Hampton said.

“I asked if you accessed this via our secured network.”

“I had to or this would be going on right under our noses!”

“How did you access it, Mrs. Hampton?” he asked more sternly.

“Through the network. I was investigating. There was no other way.”

Jenna interjected. “She had a student hack the system, she told me. Ask her about that. Ask her.”

“A student? One of our students?” Principal Simmon’s voice became harsh. “You had one of our students—from this school—hack the network?”

“I had to get evidence, or it would all be hearsay.”

“So, now a student can go anywhere in our computer system?”

Natalia seemed astounded that the principal was more concerned with network access than sex.

“Did you have the passcode—a password or a code?” Simmon asked.

“These kids can break codes easily. They know so much. Nothing can stop them,” she said.

“Then you should be warning us about those students and our system’s weaknesses,” he said. “Think about students changing grades, getting personal information on our staff. Holding us for ransom—god forbid. The terrible consequences are… are horrifying.”

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.

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.

“But, Mr. Simmon,” Natalia said, “she is having sex in our school. Sex! That’s what’s terrible. We cannot have that happen.”

“It’s all fake,” Jenna charged, jumping to her feet. “The video cannot be real because I would never—”

“I will investigate the video. It could be A.I.-created. These kids may be using you, Mrs. Hampton—toying with you.”

“This student is a good one. He wouldn’t—”

“He wouldn’t, you say, but he’s already hacking the network on your behalf,” Mr. Simmon said.

“I saw him pull the video from the CCTV network files—or whatever you call the stuff. He didn’t 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—” She gave a grunt of disgust. “Sickies.”

“Miss Kennedy, are these videos real? Have you engaged in any sexual activity on campus?” Principal Simmon asked directly.

Mrs. Hampton stepped aside. She was smiling.

Principal Simmon sounded like her stern, direct father when he asked her for the truth even though he knew the truth.

Jenna remembered once going to the movies with a boy that her dad didn’t 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.

“Never,” she told Principal Simmon, adding a hint of repulsion, “I 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.”

“This video says otherwise, Miss Kennedy,” he said. “I cannot but assume this is real.”

“It is real!” Mrs. Hampton interjected.

“Mrs. Hampton, you have already admitted to what amounts to actions worthy of punishment—even dismissal.”

“Me?” She sounded startled by the statement. She patted her chest.

Mr. Simmon raised his eyebrows. “Hacking our school and using a student to do it.”

“But I was bringing proof of terrible…” Her voice trailed off. It became a whisper. “You can’t be serious.”

“You’re not the only one, Mrs. Hampton,” the principal said. “Miss Kennedy has some questions to answer too. I am not through with her yet.”

“Me?” Jenna raised her voice. “But it’s a fake video! A student created it.”

“No, it’s not,” Natalia countered, as she had regained her voice.

“I don’t know what to do with either of you.” He smeared the palm of his hand across his forehead. He then frowned.

“I need to take this under advisement. This needs investigation—both accusations. This is a lot to take. I cannot make a decision right now.”

Mrs. Hampton began to say something but stopped.

“That’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.”

He massaged his temples.

“Mrs. Hampton, do you trust the student enough to keep this video evidence secret?” Mr. Simmon asked.

“Yes.”

“And Miss Kennedy.” He shook his head, with his eyes closed. “I don’t know what to believe. This is damning. Either way, I want this silent. No retaliation against your fellow teacher. Be professional, both of you.”

He pointed at each of them.

“You are both innocent until proven guilty. It’s how our nation works, so that’s 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?”

Both agreed immediately.

“For the meantime, don’t 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—fired.”

The women nodded again.

“In 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?”

“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Hampton answered. 

Jenna only nodded.

Principal Simmon stood. “Please leave.”

Jenna noticed his chest was taking in deeper breaths.

The teachers left. As ordered, both went in opposite directions. Jenna didn’t know where Natalia went, but she went to her classroom.

Sitting in her hard desk chair, Jenna fiddled with the monkey alarm clock. She squeezed its arms to make the small cymbals clap.

Her eyes crossed her desk. The walkie-talkie that she used to call Jermaine for “help” 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.

She felt her stomach turn and a strong cramp under her ribcage.

She knew she had done too much. “If I hadn’t been so enamored by Jermaine,” she cursed herself. “If I hadn’t let our interaction become so personal.”

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.

“Why did I?” She smacked her thigh several times. “I am a slut. Stop being a slut.”

She put her forehead on the edge of her desk. Her vision blurred with tears. One tear dripped onto the knee of her slacks.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why?”

“It’s okay.”

Jenna flung herself upright at hearing the words. She gently swiped her vision clear.

Principal Simmon stood in the door of her classroom. Tall and lean.

“Mr. Simmon.” It was all she could muster to say.

“Yes, it’s me.”

His voice immediately calmed her.

“There’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.”

Suddenly he was bumped aside. A brunette appeared. She wore a very tight, plum-colored dress.

Jenna recognized her. She was on staff at the school—one of the math teachers.

“Mrs. Mower?” Jenna’s mouth was left agape.

“Hi, Miss Kennedy.” Her voice was shy and had an awkward scratch. “Weren’t expecting us?”

“Um, no. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight.”

Karen Mower, with her sensual moves, touched their boss. “Matthew doesn’t like to wait around when he’s turned on.” She pursed her mouth. Her eyes conveyed a sinister look. Jenna was reminded of a wicked kitten.

“When he saw that video—even just a short clip—he called me from my room.” Karen flipped her wrist daintily, passing along her you-ought-to-know information. “It’s our usual night for playing around.”

Jenna shifted her eyes to Mr. Simmon. His light eyes pierced, and his mouth was shaped into a wicked grin.

Karen winked.

After letting the moment wane, Mrs. Mower put her hand on her lush hip.

“So, he tells me you were having some fun in here. I want details too before we reenact that night’s event.”

“What… what we were doing?” Jenna stuttered. “I, uh, I don’t remember.”

“Don’t remember? Ha!” She laughed at the absurdity. “Matthew can cast the video on the TV over there. It’s not hard. Might be better. A porn movie.”

“But…” Jenna muttered again.

“Karen is right. Casting it is not hard.”

As he said it, the dark screen of the large TV brightened, as if awakening from sleep.

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.

“As far as I’ve seen,” Matthew said to Karen, “she was eating pussy—Rachel’s pussy. On her knees.”

Karen turned her head toward Matthew. “Rachel? Haha! Rachel, of all people! We knew that young lady had a freaky side.”

“She does.” Matthew pointed his free hand at the rocking chair. “She sat in that chair, and Jenna here was eating away. A very hot scene.”

Mrs. Mower redirected her attention to Jenna. Her smile was wide and her eyebrows were raised high.

“You might steal my No. 1 spot as having the hottest video caught on these classroom cameras,” Mrs. Mower said.

“You?” Jenna asked. “On camera?”

“Yeah. A year or so ago, Matthew caught me with a student’s dad. In this dress.” Karen tugged at the bottom hem, which was mid-thigh. She gently pulled Matthew’s hand to cup her large breast.

Matthew began to knead her.

Mrs. Mower glanced quickly over her shoulder. “It was for the best. No complaints.”

“None.”

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?

Mrs. Mower laughed lightly. 

“Expect to be the only one, huh?” Mrs. Mower said. “Everyone’s got a secret. It’s surprising when it comes to light.”

Jenna said nothing. She only nodded, nibbling her bottom lip. 

Then the TV that had awoke moments ago began to broadcast an in-color, full-volume video.

Jenna first heard Jermaine’s smooth voice.

She immediately closed her eyes to avoid watching.

Jenna heard him ask her on the video.

“Got a few minutes?”

It was how he appeared that night.

“I’m about to leave. It’s been a very long day,” Jenna replied.

“For me too, so I need a little relief.”

“I’m not sure I… it may be the wrong… what if…” she heard herself say.

Jenna opened her eyes when she heard, on the video, two chairs scratch with a metallic screech.

“What are you…” 

“Suck my dick,” Jermaine ordered.

Jenna heard herself give him a blowjob, although she was blocked from the camera by his tall frame.

Then, in the video, she heard another voice.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

“Rachel?” Jenna muttered, saying her name at the moment in unison.

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.

“This is not what you think…” Jenna said to Rachel on screen.

“Oh, it isn’t?” Rachel responded.

“We were just… Tell her, Jermaine, tell her.”

Jenna tried to stand, but Jermaine shoved her down to the table.

“This isn’t… I can’t…” Jenna fumbled.

“Enjoying her?” Rachel asked Jermaine.

“Bitch is a born dick-sucker.”

Mrs. Mower interrupted to what amounted to an amateur porn film.

“This is so hot!” Mrs. Mower said, tugging at her dress’s collar. “My god!”

Jenna redirected her attention to Karen. She had pulled Mr. Simmon’s hand around her, and their fingers interlocked.

“I told you,” Mr. Simmon said. “And Rachel too.”

“So it happened on that short table?” Mrs. Mower asked. She sounded giddy.

Mr. Simmon nodded.

She released herself from him. She plopped down on the table.

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.

“Got a few minutes?” Mr. Simmon said, striding to the seated woman.

“I’m going to go,” Karen said, attempting to act out Jenna. “It’s been a very long day.”

Matthew stood before her.

Mrs. Mower’s face was blocked from Jenna’s view, as Jenna had been blocked on the video.

“For me too, so I need a little relief,” Matthew said.

“But… here… now?” Karen said dramatically. 

“Now.”

Jenna saw Mrs. Mower’s knees appear on both sides of the principal’s legs. Her legs were wide open.

Mrs. Mower unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered the zipper.

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—even from across the room.

She desired to push Karen out of the way. She stayed back though.

“Suck my dick, bitch,” Matthew ordered Karen below him.

While Jenna couldn’t 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.

She watched the pair until she gave into her wanton desire. Jenna left her desk for the table.

Sitting next to Karen, Jenna took a hold of the cock and put it in her mouth.

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.

“You are so good,” Matthew said.

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.

Jenna watched Karen suck his dick. She slid her hands all over his body.

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.

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.

Karen turned away from him. She put her elbows on the table with her legs straight, showing her wide ass.

In her sexual blitz, Jenna slid her hands up the back of Karen’s thighs to her pussy.

It was shaven clean, not even stubble.

Karen yipped as the touch. It turned into a soft bay, as Jenna ran a finger into the plump, slippery cunt.

“Do you want to be safe? I can protect you,” Matthew said, still attempting to follow the scene in the movie.

“What do I have to do?” Karen lulled in response.

“Eat Jenna on the chair.”

“And then everything will be okay?” Karen asked.

“Of course, as long as it’s good enough.”

“I have never…” Karen said. “… never had sex with a woman before.”

Jenna was startled when she heard Rachel’s voice on the video.

“So, Miss Kennedy, tell me. Have you had your face covered by a girl’s pussy?”

Jenna heard how sharp Rachel’s question had been.

“Does Natalia—Mrs. Hampton—does she know? Did you tell her?”

“If I did, I deserve some attention to end the rumor. I can end it like that.” Rachel snapped her fingers.

Jenna’s attention was pulled from the video when Matthew brought her to her feet. He simply pointed to the rocking chair.

She shed her slacks and panties, tossing them onto the ladder of the reading loft.

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—rabidly almost— when Rachel spoke on the video. 

“Eat well and you’ll have no problems.”

Jenna leaned forward, curling her forefinger at the teacher slinking to her.

Mrs. Mower’s wide hips shuffled with her pace, and Jenna noticed her heavy breasts swaying but only as the plum dress would allow.

“Get your face in this cunt. Eat like you’re hungry,” Jenna ordered.

She flung her legs, in unison, like choreographed dancers, onto the arms of the rocking chair.

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.

Mrs. Mower charged into her.

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.

Her tongue cause Jenna to wince. She twisted in the chair, gripping and regripping her hands on the arm rests.

“Good god!” 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.

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.

Karen worked her head loose, letting Jenna’s now-slack legs lay limp.

In her stupor, Jenna heard the same huffs and growls from no one else but Matthew.

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.

Still whirling, Jenna liked the sight. She didn’t 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.

She slid off the chair to her knees.

Jenna grabbed her rolled-up plum dress. She peeled it off. Then she unhooked her strong bra.

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’s hands found her large nipples. They were knobs, perfect for sucking. Even Jenna had the urge to put them in her mouth.

“Such great breasts,” Jenna said, the first words she had uttered in a while.

“Tha-nks,” Karen said between thrusts of Matthew’s dick.

Jenna lifted one in each hand and squeezed.

“Feels good—” Karen said, adding after the thrust, “—on my back.”

“Roll over then,” Matthew said.

Karen’s hair spread out, like a queen’s crown, on the floor. Her tits set asunder. Jenna lifted them, pressing them together.

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 façade of pain. Her hands gripped  Matthew’s forearms. Her back arched off the floor.

Jenna sucked hard, swirling her tongue over the nipples, switching between the pair.

Karen looked to have nearly fallen in to a seizure with all the attention.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she howled. “My goodness.”

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.

He drew out his cock and flapped it against Karen’s pussy.

Karen laid flat, nothing more than a warm, breathing corpse.

“Wait, don’t get that on my carpet!” Jenna yelled.

She scooted on her knees to Matthew’s easing dick. She put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.

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.

“That was a top-quality porn movie,” Matthew said. “Cameras in the classroom were the best idea I ever had.”

No one answered.

Soon, they were presentable and went their separate ways. That night, Jenna slept well. She only had good dreams.

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