Episode 298: brOWN sUgar

“Lordy! Lordy! Lordy! That was some power lunch.”

Jaycya Eccles sat at her desk reeling from her rooftop rendezvous with Piper Cherry, Josie McKellen, Mimi Alexander, Marcella VanCamp, and Mavis Hale. Treated to male strippers, well-hung male strippers at that, she was antsy in her seat. Reeking of sex she didn’t even have time to wash up, so, it was perfume and wet wipes to the rescue. Even in teaching her class she was hiding herself while she wiped her vagina and anus with multiple wipes and slyly stashing them in her desk drawer so that her students didn’t see them in her waste basket. To their eyes it looked as if she had an irritable itch.

One particular student who knew her better than most, football player Percy St. Croix had a good idea what she was up to. Eyes meeting as he slouched in his seat, arms folded, he smirked and playfully nodded up and down a few times in a smug manner. A deadly sneer out of Brown Sugar she put him in his place.

“Mister St. Croix? A word at my desk please. We need to discuss this year’s yearbook.”

“On you, Ms. Eccles!” He chuckled, his fellow students typing a preset 1000-word essay on what said yearbook should pertain to this season. Fresh ideas hopefully would invigorate the norm.

“On IT, Mister St. Croix. Get it right!” Jaye would have jumped right on Percy’s pecker if it weren’t for her class seeing it, she was still that horny. Unlike Josie or Mimi, she was not quite ready for such public display of erection ... er, affection. Then again, Queen Bee did expose herself to her earlier class along with Dakota McKellen and a few cheerleaders. Her pink lush vibrations were so intense that her judgment just went for it. Thinking it over now she knew word was already out over her exhibition. Sighing Jaycya Joanne Eccles shrugged it off for now. The coming week would explore further adventures.

Standing up Percy walked like a stud toward her in hopes to rekindle her desires from yesterday up in Detention when she paid a visit out of curiosity. Blown away by her stripping her dress off in front of the ballers in attendance only he and his boy Nolan had the opportunity to feast on her nipples and find her dominating them in small mannerisms. A talk with Nolan last night about her, his buddy confessed to the ebony Goddess making him eat her out and getting him naked over lunch hour. The worst part was her stomping on his balls. Thinking of that on his way up to her desk Percy went from swagger to stagger.

“Sorry for my mistake ... at least it wasn’t a typo.” He chuckled! The look in her expression was not amusement. For as drop dead gorgeous as JJ was, the woman could certainly pull off deadly, which was probably her dominant side. After losing control to the Logger’s on the roof she was recouping her inner strength. She needed laid bad, and those five bodybuilders scratched that itch in more ways than none. Grateful most certainly but she was ready to get back to what she herself desired. Turning in her seat she pointed at the floor in front of her. Gulping he rounded her desk, and first thing had his chance to see her still moist pussy, her skirt, clear up to her waist. Knees parted, she pointed directly at her clit.

“Uhh?” He shot a glance at the class. Nobody was looking his way due to typing. Dropping to his knees he took the risk. Tempted to use her knees to balance him she wagged an index at him. No touch! Grrr! All he could do was palm the tile floor and dig in. Face first, he inhaled her flavor then noted overuse. Instead of admitting to him she had been lovingly abused by five feet of penis perfection she showed him a pink lush to comfort him over the odor. He understood and snuggled in to lick her folds then adopting her clitoris. This was so bad ass, eating her during class participation. What worried him was what anyone might say not seeing him outside of maybe his tennis shoes sticking out like a sore thumb. Fuck it! If anyone did see it then he would likely be praised and considered a conquering hero.

As wonderful as his tongue was Jaycya used her cellphone as if looking something up. What she was truly doing was igniting a lush she had stashed up her butthole. Showing him the activation Percy winked up at her. In response she palmed his scalp and enforced his trajectory. Sinking his tongue up inside her vulva he could taste wet wipe cleaner but refused to react negatively. With Jaye adopting he and Nolan as her pet projects they definitely didn’t want to be in on the losing end. Eyelashes fluttering over his hunger game Jaye shot her own glances at her classroom activity. An essay even at 1000 words would not take forever.

Luckily, she knew most of this class of Seniors were Nerd Herd members and dedicated to good grades, yet not the most observant. To be honest even if they weren’t typing, they were likely fantasizing over their romp at Cashanova last night. Jin Zellers had them all kinds of twisted in the head. Between the Korean cutie and Piper in Detention later they obsessed over those lucky ladies.

Matters worse Jin Zeller’s sister Kim was in this class and the boys were often looking behind them at her. Kim might be a lesbian, but she looked enough like her sister to invoke admiration. Add in the fact that they could see under her desk and right up her short skirt at a bald pussy they simply used her as a clone of her sister. They could not wait until Jin started coaching. Losing their virginities to Jin at Cashanova was incredible. Poor Kim, every time she did look up to think over what she wanted to say in the essay she saw the nerds eyeballing her. Shaking her head as to why, it was quite clear that she hadn’t heard what her sister had done with them. Yet! Eww! Hurl! Jin would never hear the end of it.

Across the room sat Travis Herbert pondering Chandra Mahkarti one second, his girlfriend Sable McKellen the next. Missing Sable over lunch bothered him. If it wasn’t for a kissing emoji sent his way, he would think something was wrong. Although Sable was becoming one hellaciously devious slut, she maintained her guise and guys well. The more often she sent him such cute faces the more he felt secure knowing she was thinking of him. Saturday could not come any faster. He needed to make love to his teacher-- er-- his girlfriend. Typing faster than most students he tended to screw up more and have to start over. He could not turn in an essay about losing his virginity on Saturday. Yes, his thoughts and fingers bled over. He was on his fourth rewrite.

“Man, I just can’t stop thinking about Chandra letting me jerk off in front of her in her car. Seeing her naked before school was so freaking awesome. I hope she stays this comfortable with me. Maybe I’ll see if she can give me a ride home again after school today. Tomorrow if it doesn’t rain the game out, I need to go straight home and get ready. Shit! I need to talk to Coach Crandell about being Bad Bird again. After last week’s fiasco he might not want me anywhere near the game. So not my fault!” Still, he did maintain a bad bird rep.

“He knows the Terrible Trio and Knox Hardecker were sabotaging me. Chances are Piper won’t bring her dog again to make me look like an idiot. As long as nobody messes with me, I can be one Bad Ass Bird. Odessa Bradley is making a new mascot outfit so hopefully it fits me better. I would like to see where the hell I’m going this time. I’ll touch base with Coach early morning.” At least his essay suggestion of a page devoted to Bad Bird would get him the attention he sorely wanted. Hopefully in a good light.

Percy St. Croix had pussy trickle and saliva dripping from his chin. Surge after surge of Jaycya Juice poured from her cunt. She masked her orgasms well but there were definitely a few stray moans that escaped her lips. Both sets! Wait! Those were Percy’s whispering to her delectable tunnel of lust. The persistent buzzing of her anal lush toy was felt as vibrations as well. Nolan Proctor was going to be so jealous of Percy getting her today when he was denied.

While Jaye left him feasting something caught her eye out in the hallway. In her opened doorway stood the Boston Logger Otis Kinney, butt ass naked and dancing for her. Instantaneous squirt all over Percy’s face. Percy was bragging to himself until she nudged him back. “Go finish your report.” Holding him by his hair she sneered, “Do NOT wipe off your face. Wear me proudly until end of class.”

“Got it!”

“Got it WHOM?”

“Uh? Jaye?”

“Mistress from here on out, you pathetic little worm. Go until I require you again.”

“Whoa! Yes Mistress!” Sure, why not! Whatever gets him laid. Lifting up with his chin dripping he stood tall and walked back to his desk. Kim Zellers looked up at him as he returned to his seat, his desk right in front of hers. She dropped her jaw at his messed-up hair and wet jersey. His chin as glossy as it was she knew exactly what he had been doing.

“Been there done that.” She whispered.

“Jaye?”

“I’d love to. You beat me to it. How did you get so lucky?”

“I guess she likes me and my... “ Tongue wagged! Kim grimaced and rolled her eyes.

“Not pretty enough for me, Jock Strap!” Whispers faded! As Percy took his seat he looked to the head of the class and realized Mistress was MIA.

“She must have gone to the restroom to clean up.” A loud thud again the classroom door which she had closed behind her attracted everyone’s attention. Travis at the head of the class had the single best seat to see what was going on. Looking up from his typewriter he spotted Jaye pressed up against the glass of her door. Her titties that is! Eyes bulging, he gave up on his essay and just watched her nipples and palms leave smudges on the window.

“Whoa! I never would have expected Jaye to pull a Josie. So cool! Man, she has nice tits. Who’s the black dude fucking her from behind and choking her. She looks pissed but not resisting him. The door rattled under the pressure of Otis Kinney’s big dick dash up her cunt from behind. She fought hard to keep the door closed but was failing. Her dress on the hallway floor left behind, she finally lost the strength to prevent the door from giving way. A shrill shriek out of her, Otis brought her right on into her classroom. The students halted typing the second they heard her cry out. Not a single peck thereafter in favor of a huge pecker. In charging her desk, his mighty penis inside her she found herself helpless and not liking it. She really hadn’t planned on her students ever seeing her have sex, preferring to keep her fun isolated and private. So much for that.

Slamming Jaye over her desk facing her class he pounded that pussy with everything he had. Camera trained right on his assault gave Watchtower their money’s worth. All of the Loggers were approached by the hacker’s rewarding them with twenty grand each to push the teachers along in what the inner circle wanted from the school. Horton-Dexter was behind the great ball as one of the board members pointed out. With Carl Manley gone for the day Watchtower decided to play an invisible hand. Money talked! Twenty grand for a single fuck was easy on the eye once they checked their accounts and saw the money deposited. None of them were ready to leave yet anyway. Otis for darn sure wanted more of Queen Brown Sugar here.

“Shit!” Jaye mumbled, her windpipe concealing any real scream or loud voice. Pummeling her cunt with full force and twelve inches bottoming out inside her she expressed sheer ecstasy toward her students. Percy started to stand up and defend her until she pointed at him to sit down. Yes Mistress! Dammit!

Her upper body lifted by his hands around her throat JJ’s titties began twirling wildly. As a result she came hard on the Logger’s log. “So thick! So long! So ... right!” She gave up and laughed with pleasure. Otis ignored the students fearing he might lose his erection due to the situation. A first for him in front of kids, old enough to see or not, he just prayed that whoever it was that just hired them was watching their backs when it came to the law. This was technically rape even though they knew very well how much the ladies loved their lunch hour romper roof. Now that he had exposed her to the students, she actually felt relieved to not hide anymore. She fell right into Watchtower’s ploy. Confidence in the coming weeks would make her vicious.

Out of nowhere the speakers blared music, preset by Carl Manley before leaving for the day the song was Who Let the Dogs Out by the Baha Men. It hadn’t occurred to Carl how a certain Sex Ed teacher would react to the tune. Oops! More therapy! Regardless, the students all over the school began cheering at the unexpected classroom relief.

As a matter of fact, two doors down Josie McKellen was facing her own dilemma. Boston bred Brigham Rhodes of the Loggers had walked right into her class and overpowered Josie. Her daughter Sable used her mother as an excuse to leave the class and wander. She really didn’t want to see her mom get abused and like it. Josie was thankful of her daughter’s departure. Some birthday this was turning out to be!

Kyle Booker considered chasing Sable but discovered watching Josie being roughed up over her desk and begging for Brig’s monster cock too much to miss out on. One knee up on her desk allowed the students to view Brigham’s thick beast ramming deep up into Josie. Her screams loud and proud alerted the male teachers on the floor as Kevin Fowler and Edwin Connelly stepped out to discern the commotion. Both men well-aware of sexual activity simply looked at one another down the hallway and shook their heads over it.

Kevin dared to cross the hall and spy on Josie. At his angle all he could see was a huge man, scrotum slapping Josie’s thighs with each deafening thrust. A scream behind him made him jump, looking to his left he found the love of his strife Mimi Alexander out in the hallway. Carried out by her hair and a monster cock up her cunt as a cat perch she endured her lover Danny Boy Boyce suspend her in mid-air. Cat tail over her left hip flailing about Kevin witnessed Danny’s penis inflict desired damage up her pussy. Squalling like a cat in heat just for fun Mimi came hard on Danny’s tomcat tool. Kevin again felt defeated. Enough was enough he headed back to class even as Mimi clawed at him just to antagonize. Miss Hiss was in the house!

Edwin Connelly took his own steps across the hall to witness Mavis Hale overpowered by Andre Bass the leader of the Logger’s. Like Jaye she had been stripped of her Zebra print dress and found herself overpowered and missionary fucked right on top of her desk, students howling at the song on the PA system. Unlike Kevin Fowler, Edwin did loiter and watch Mavis even as she made eye contact with him. Head dangling over her desk she looked right out the opened door at the hallway to see him playing voyeur and rubbing his tightened inseam.

At his vantage point Edwin could look right through Mavis Hale’s monstrous melons to see that huge cock slamming in and rising out of her. Mavis was not holding her breath. Screaming her lungs out as her students praised cheered over her performance she knew then and there that her future was not going to be taken as slow as she wanted it to. Pleading at the camera she did mouth, “I love you, David.” Just in case he saw the video. Of course, he would. Madison Banfield would insist on torturing David in hopes to swing him her way. Not a chance Harness, not a chance.

Disrespect or not, Edwin unzipped his fly and beat off. This was too good to miss out on. If she couldn’t get in trouble, neither could he. Seeing her squirting up over Andre’s slam hammer, Edwin nutted in two minutes flat. Luckily, her eyeballs were white the entire time. Zipping up in a nervous hurry he looked down at his jizz on the tile and clenched his teeth. He was not going back for his roll of paper towels. Back to class for Ed! The cries would die out eventually.

Stepping back a bit in time, the remaining Logger Jacob Long was on his way to overtake Marcella VanCamp in her band room. While stepping down the long hallway toward the back door he happened to look over at Mallory Unger’s opened classroom door just as the PA system rang out its song Who Let the Dogs Out. Seeing Mallory instantly fall to her knees and rear her ass up in the air he puckered. His cellphone buzzing in his hand he looked at the message.

“Fuck the dog lover instead of Marcella VanCamp. Hurry! Treat her like a dog.”

“If you say so, Moneybags.” He marched right on into the classroom to dancing teenagers. Sadly Freshmen! Jacob tried not to think anything of it and just knelt down behind Mallory and lifted her short skirt up over her ass. Acknowledging Jacob without even looking at him she whined like a canine and wagged her ass until he took that beautiful redhead’s cunt with vigor. She immediately started barking in lap dog yips. Stunned by it Jacob grabbed up her long red hair which was in a tail and yanked her head upward. Seeing her students, the traumatized Sex Ed teacher reverted to her programming. Her psychiatrist Dr. Lawrence Dolberman had hypnotized her each visit until certain things triggered her into puppy mode, actual puppy at that.

What was even more tragic for the poor woman was that under that trigger she saw her students as if a kennel. Having worked for a Humane Society in her hometown the resident Vet had raped her years ago and made her fuck a Great Dane against her will. Years of therapy had helped her until Dr. Dolberman had warped her mind. Even now Jacob Long was that Great Dane. Visually her students became an assortment of canine breeds waiting for their chance at Princess. Dolberman’s pet name for her. All throughout the song she yapped and panted and came all over her handler’s big Dane. Scooby Dooby Dooooooooo! Daphne style!

Song ending Mallory began to slowly regain her thoughts. By then Jacob was on his feet and nutting down on her asshole. Students cheered him on rather than support or defend Mallory who seemed to like his takeover. Obviously, the man was her best friend. Right? Saluting the students Jacob Long left her whimpering and trying to compose herself. Barks from her students was not making that easy. Crawling to her desk she hid under it the remainder of her hour. Poor thing! PAWn PATROL!

“Damn!” Jacob stepped into the hallway. “That was crazy! She barked the whole time. I don’t even think she looked to see who I was. I wonder if I should head upstairs and regroup with the guys or hit up that Marci chick.” Spoken aloud Watchtower was able to hear him and replied to his cell. Walking toward the back exit door he happened to look over and see Chandra Mahkarti. “Whooooa! Who be the Curry Cutie?”

“Ignore her for now. For the moment she is off limits.” Hmmm!

“Damn! I could handle me some Indian cuisine. Spicy!”

“Go to Marcella VanCamp! Finish her and rejoin your fellow Loggers.”

“Why not the Indian chick?” Again, voiced to be heard the hacker answered him.

“Ms. Mahkarti cannot be touched until tomorrow or this weekend. She is under our protection.”

“If you say so. That Marci chick is fine by me.” Shrugging he took the exit and walked straight out to the band room. A direct shot up the sidewalk a number of Damon Rice’s woodshop students saw the naked man entering Marci’s bandroom. Damon walking around they had no chance of sneaking out. Saw met saw blade! They were cut off at the gRAIN.