Episode 35: HALL PASSion

Wednesday morning bright and early...

Josie McKellen went straight to her classroom, being literally the first person in all of Horton-Dexter. This being the first day of their lapsed dress code she made it special by wearing her skimpiest outfit to date. With Piper Cherry’s orchestrated assist, Tabitha Martin, the often-portrayed religious fanatic 17-year-old student in her 1st. period class was to be removed again for her second day in a row, forced to retake her Psyche test all over for it accidently being ruined by coffee stains on Piper’s part. Shameless for certain, but Piper had promised to always look out for her bestie. Even Principal Carl Manley would have a talk with Tabitha over her first test’s answers, making them out to be worrisome. Tabitha was feeling nuts having to take it again. Poor kid! Luckily, she was naïve enough to comply without arguing. This was likely the last time Carl and Piper could help Josie concerning Tabitha going forward.

After yesterday being ravished by her favorite boy toy Reese Teller as promised, not to mention being eaten alive by her girl students Josie was ravenous. What she did miss was a promised anal thrashing. Topping things off with another round of lustful play in the gymnasium, then finally her lover Roman, she just couldn’t get enough. Last night her husband Henry didn’t know what hit him when she came home late and went straight to bed. He didn’t even hear her get up and leave this morning but again he was down in the basement snoring, passed out from too much alcohol. She just left him a text saying she loved him, and they would talk in the evening. Without knowing specifics Josie concluded he had enough on his mind not to let it bother him. Another text told the girls to catch another ride with Piper Cherry. The twins were getting really confused over their parent’s relationship. They really needed to buy them a bus pass.

Sneaking into school long before any of the other faculty members or students, Josie just sat in wait like Reese prompted her to. It gave her time to think about her stupidity in engaging with her students, but she was too far gone now. All she wanted was excitement. Piper had warped her ethics back to her younger carefree years and there was no turning back.

Daringly she just wore a thigh high emerald, green lace chemise straight from her SUV to her class. She did bring a regular dress to slip on before her 2nd. period class but until then, this chemise was more of a nightie, fucking soft and sexy, see through at that. Perfumed up for her lovers she awaited at her desk until she heard talking coming down the hallway. Reese was easy enough to make out, but the other male voices not so known to her, likely a few of his team members coming back for more. Touching herself in preparation she was already wet and steamy. Eying the doorway Reese stepped into view and just stood there as if smug and defiant, arms crossed.

“Are you going to come inside?”

“Like a torpedo.” He growled.

“Mmmmm!”

“Come to me.” He motioned. “Hands and knees.”

“Oh my! Are the others with you? I heard voices.”

“What did I say?” He raises his voice with a stern tone.

“On my way.” She melted at his direct attitude, craving more dominance of late. This was a good start. Standing up she did a twirl in step to show off her chemise then dropped to her knees, finally over on to all fours. Stalking toward him like a panther in heat she met him in the doorway. Before she could attempt any seduction, he stepped back further to the wall across the hall, bordering Kevin Fowler’s classroom. Unzipping his pants, he digs in and whips out a healthy beast nice and erect. “Mmmm! I remember him.”

“Heel!” He points to the floor in front of him. Purring under her breath she took the risk of being caught and prowled out to reach him. To her left stood five of his fellow basketball players watching. She bulged her eyes and just went for it. These boys were not in her 1st. period class but she knew them well enough to know they had admired her many times, especially when she took turns sitting on their cocks in the gym yesterday afternoon. These boys did not get nearly as much of her attention as others, today that would change.

Reaching Reese, she reared up and let him slap his cock on her face three times. “Open wide.” She did so and he slid his dick into her throat. “Suck it like you’re in love.” Her warm lips closing around his girth he rolled his eyes back, then returned his gorgeous brown eyes toward her with a sneer in his gaze, as if unhappy with her. Moaning she intently devoted soft tender throat thrusts, gentle hands palming his balls in hopes to appease his look of distaste. Reese frowned at Josie as she looked up at him with doe like eyes as he huffed to his allies in wait, “I told you guys ... she’s a whore.”

Josie quite approved of his name calling and being degraded, his dick was throbbing hard on her tongue and turning her on. This was only the second time giving head to a student, but this one she had a minor crush on. Feeling rather worried that her trust was betrayed by Reese in telling others not in her classes about her behavior she just prayed this would not blow up in her face. Well, he could blow up in her face that was a different story. A nice morning facial sounded really good. If not from him maybe she would have time to catch a wave from Roman later. For now, this was all about being ... his scantily clad whore. Maybe she was. Definitely a whore.

“Lift your skirt, they deserve to see that sexy ass of yours.” As if her ass wasn’t already in view, no panties, the chemise dangled low in her lean forward to suck him off.

While thrusting back and forth she released his balls and tugged her chemise upward over her hips to her waist. Moving behind her the boys enjoyed the tour guide’s tight heart shaped bottom. A pair of his fellow players knelt down behind her and rubbed her ass, her eyes gradually retreating into her brow at their caresses. Reese ended her needy blowjob early and lifted her chin with his fingertips. “Stand up.”

Up she went letting her chemise slither down over her butt cheeks, her adoring fans joining her in standing up behind her. Easing into Josie, Reese leaned in to kiss her for a warm tender moment, Josie melting at his warm lips. “Don’t think of this as betrayal. I know you do. This is a full court press. My boys here are loyal to me, therefore loyal to you. We want you too badly to botch this up by ratting any further. This body is ours.” He fluttered his fingertips down over her lightly tanned arms. “Understand?”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Every Wednesday morning you meet us forty minutes early, right here in the hallway.”

“When I can. I do have a family and obligations too. But yes I’d love that.”

“This flimsy thing you call a dress stays in your classroom. Every morning that you meet with us you wait out here naked, laying on the floor with your legs wide. Whichever one of us shows up you fuck.”

“Mmmm! What about in my class? Well, when Tabitha isn’t around.”

“Oh, I’m tapping you as much as I can. I’ve talked to the guys and the girls and we’re all in for making your day, every day. We’ll figure out the Tabitha situation. You make her out to be trouble. I’m not so sure.”

“Reese? I can’t promise this every Wednesday. I...” He palms her throat with both hands cutting off her words with a soft sensuous choke of control. Behind her the two boys drag her thin chemise straps from her shoulders and peel her gown over her contours and to the floor. Trembling with excitement she whimpers at Reese’s hardened expression. Releasing her throat, he places a single finger to her lips for silence. As he retreats the two boys move in to kiss her shoulders and inwardly toward both sides of her neck. Reese walking away allows the other three boys to surround her and kiss her chest, one of them dropping to his knees in front of her to lick her clit and finger her. As she seals her eyes Reese lifts his cell out and records their passionate trail of lips and tongues.

“Lovely!” She mumbles enjoying their reign. Panting slowly consoling their needs, she finds herself lost in time. Cumming under her assailant’s tongue diligently flicking her clit, fingers poised to insert straight up into her she moans until a shrill chaotic squeal escapes her throat.

“We love you, Mrs. M.” The boys kissing her neck whisper into her ear separately. Those kissing her nipples rise to kiss her cheeks as if rehearsed, “We love you too.” Shivering she shares a sigh of contentment, peering down at her kneeling lover. “I love this pussy.” He changed the verse.

“I love your tongue ... your fingers ... all of you. I’ll do my best to be here each Wednesday morning.”

“How?” Reese speaks from behind her.

“Naked. On my back. Legs wide to greet you in.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m a nympho.”

“Our nympho.”

“If you like. Please bring condoms.” Not one of them nodded in agreement.

“Bend over, touch the floor.” Reese instructed; his cell camera handed off. Her kissing bandits eased away to give her room. She leans forward and does as told, feeling Reese grip her hips and plunge his cock deep inside her trickling cunt. His persistent thrusts sent her mind reeling. “Horton-Dexter owns you Slut.”

“Fuck me harder Reese.” She pleads moaning in soft iterations of, “Yesss! Yesss! God yessss!”