Episode 53: CellblOCK

Twenty minutes before the 2nd. period bell ... English!

“YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS! REESE, I WORSHIP YOU!”

“You fucking better whore. I own this pussy.” Reese Teller restrained Josie McKellen upright holding her arms behind her so that the rest of her 1st. period class could watch her being fucked without obstruction. Her 34B’s dancing about under his violent penetrations, were a show all by themselves. Legs wide in her stance the class could witness his balls slapping her thighs and his big dick singing deep and pulling back for a furthered forceful slam back inside her. She was a screaming mess and only her closed door kept the noise level low enough not to attract attention. Still heard but distant enough to avoid stirring up trouble. Reese was energetic as all get out, before their current position taking her first over the top of her desk while pressing her left profile into the oak surface. Today he was determined to make her know he was dead serious about his intent to own her holes. She was fine letting him think that, certainly willing to play along.

The other students loved watching him destroy her, then when he was done feeding her to the wolves. The girls in her class loved devouring Mrs. M. The boys simply waited their turn or beat off at their desks. Alpha Reese was top dog! One boy Abe was getting a hand job out of Vanessa Kirby. Her best friend April entertained herself in front of everyone while masturbating with her vibrator brought from home. The entire class was having a blast now that religious senior Tabitha Martin was out of the picture. Once Piper Cherry gave Josie the heads up that Tabitha was going home sick the English teacher stripped her dress off and met her class at the door. Standing naked behind it while students out in the hallway, including her own daughter Sable could have potentially seen her. She was beyond giddy knowing Carl Manley promoted she and Piper to do whatever they wanted. From here on Josie intended to really cut loose.

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEE! SO DEEP! I CAN FEEL YOU ... SO FUCKING DEEP!”

“Hit that slut, Teller. No mercy!” Logan Hammer challenged his classmate. The louder she cried out the harder he thrusted. He grew so savage he actually leaned into her and clamped his teeth down on a large quantity of her shoulder length brown hair and used his head to yanks hers back toward him. That was enough to make her flood the floor below her in a waterfall of Josie juice.

Logan feeling mischievous stood up and moved behind them and snatched up Josie’s yellow dress and went to the door with it. Opening it without being noticed he took her dress out into the hallway. From there he faintly opened up Spanish teacher Kevin Fowler’s classroom door and reached inside. Hanging Josie’s dress on the interior side of his doorknob he closed it then came running back inside. She was so into Reese that the rest of the world was oblivious to her. Not even Reese realized the sneaky bastard’s hijacking.

With five minutes until the bell Reese nutted violently into her cunt then used one arm to pin her arms to his chest, the other to reach around and choke her. Her orgasm was so dramatic that he had to support her weight to prevent her knees buckling out from under her. Eying the clock he decided to call it and pulled out of her in a torrential back flow that pooled up at her feet. Picking her up by her cunt and her throat he hauled Josie to her desk and lay her stretched out with her legs facing the exit door. Prying her legs wide he made her lay there convulsing and unable to use her limbs. Slapping her clit three times she yelped and drizzled on her desk. “STAY!” He ordered her. No problem, she couldn’t function anyway after eight screaming orgasms in an hour.

Getting dressed in a hurry Reese motioned the class to go on out early to leave him a minute alone with her. Abe reeling from his hand job put his beast away then jumped up to press Vanessa against the back wall and kiss her hard. Although bisexual, tapping more often into her interest in females Vanessa did kind of like Abe. More now that her knuckles were wet with his jizz. Last to leave they walked out together sticky hand in hand.

Logan Hammer didn’t bother to warn Josie or Reese of his mischief preferring to see just how the super-hot teacher would get out of this predicament. In Kevin’s class a boy found Josie’s dress and laughed, stashing it in his book bag. He knew it was hers he had seen her coming upstairs before classes began. Like Logan, Dillon Kirkpatrick was a demon spawn at Horton-Dexter. Evil followed a direct leash back to a certain lawyer’s son in Hooters Crossing. Knox Hardecker sought revenge in every direction. Henchmen friends in every school Knox set into motion a backwards domino effect. When one fell another was not far behind. Not everything mind you would go his way.

Rubbing Josie’s oily tummy in a brisk manner smeared sweat even with the air conditioning vent above her. Garnering her attention Reese pulled out his cell and brought up the porn selfies she had sent him from her bedroom at home as an apology for not meeting him early. Taking his sexual frustration out on her over it was his way of making her crave him at unbelievable heights of fantasy. He knew he had her hooked with all of the insanity he had pulled her into of late so the more he goaded her the better her desire to obey. While not expecting a slave out of this he did require a certain loyalty just as she did. Give and take was more take but with room for the rationalization she did have a family at home. Sharing her two selfies with her he gripped her chin and forced her to look at them.

“You can do better than these. Think before the next round. Prove just how much of a slut you are.”

“I was pressed for time getting ready for work. My daughter had some issues yesterday and wanted to talk, I will always put her before anything else Reese.” Try as she might she failed more often than not. “Did you hear of Dakota losing her underwear to Corey Samson? Angus Furlong got them back he should be returning them to her this morning.”

“I’m not interested in Dakota, I’m into you Josie. I know you can’t live without me now that I’ve captured your imagination. Pressing you is my job now. Coach Crandell is second fiddle, third even. So get that straight. I can be nice when I want to be or I can demand more out of you. You deal as I deal the cards. Get dressed your sophomore class is here in three minutes.” Sitting up in a hurry leaving her desktop pooled in sweat and thigh puddles she looked toward her swivel chair where her yellow dress had been. Eyes bulging at the discovery of it missing she hurried to the floor and searched in her desk and under it. Reese took his leave abandoning her plight without knowing of Logan’s deceit.

“Where is it? Oh my God! I’ve played behind my desk, but my sophomore class hasn’t seen more than butt cheeks and cleavage. I can’t give them the idea I might play with them, they’re too young. Shit!” Cell in hand from her purse beneath her desk Josie heard voices closing in. Squealing at having no choices really, she crawled beneath her desk and hoped not to be discovered until help could arrive. Upright fetal position beneath her leg area of the desk she began texting then ended up dialing instead. Piper her most logical hero her first thought she called her.

At the moment all it did was ring. Piper had just endured Principal Carl Manley’s fist a second time in two hours, this time solely on her, rather than divided attention. Taking a break between being Carl’s right hand person to clean herself up in the girl’s bathroom, her cell lay on her desk ringing. Carl had also gone to wash his hands then go find disinfectant in case Tabitha Martin was contagious so the call to him went unnoticed too. Josie gave up. Hearing her class questioning where their hot teacher was, she pondered her Plan B.

Texting Reese her dress was missing he replied with, “LOL! Suffer and adapt Whore!” Groaning under her breath she called him a big help and considered her older lover Coach Roman Crandell. He would bitch her out like never before, knowing she was fucking her 1st. period students. Cum scent annoying all over her body thanks to Reese she trembled like a leaf. “Why me?”

“What’s with all of the water on the floor?” A male student sitting up front pointed out to the other sophomores. The one alpha young man in her class Dexter Cromwell whose dad was a biker/ bouncer / airbrush artist left his seat in back and inspected it. Using only his boot he shrugged and peered at the ceiling like many other fools of late presuming a leak in the roof. With another floor above and no stained ceiling tiles he looked elsewhere spotting moisture on Josie’s desk. Stepping around her desk at the front he found droplets between her seat and the underside of ... busted! Josie bulged her eyes at Dexter and put a finger to her lips for silence. A reasonable actor, good liar at least, Dexter chose to sit down at Josie’s seat and scoot in closer.

“Yo, numbnuts?” He called to his classmates, Josie expecting him to rat her out. Not yet at least. “I’ll be your substitute teacher today. My name is Buster Nutz.” Laughter! With his lap crowding her in further she saw him unzip his pants and pull his rather large seven-inch dick out. At 16 he was already quite endowed. Stroking it smugly in front of her she flared her eyes and watched. Dexter from Horton-Dexter, the odds were not in Josie’s favor. He liked to think he owned the place.

Dexter knew she was in trouble down there so presumed she might take the bait rather than he ruin her morning. Dex like many young men lusted for certain teachers. Josie the top fantasy but Mavis Hale although an amazon in size and her monster tits had his focus as well. Having heard a few rumors of late about Josie, and even witnessing Piper Cherry in the gym many of the students began opening up. If the teachers could do shit, they could. He could for certain. “Can anyone here explain what a passed partynipple is?” Past participle! More chuckled as he wagged his beast at her. Horny as hell still and having a nice dick right in front of her with temptation, Josie pouted. Dex pointing at his erection lured her in ever so slowly.

What she didn’t count on was the fact that from the front of her desk her students could see her beneath the bottom level by three inches. They hadn’t immediately noticed skin coloring due to her feet and butt seated on the tile. A sudden silence amongst her murmuring class as a girl named Sara pointed Josie to them but demanded silence to see how this might play out. Dexter threatening them with a fist, those pesky fists today, kept order.

Everyone was curious to see how this troublesome ordeal might end. With goofy answers to Dexter’s teaching questions Josie fought giggles even under pressure. Watching Dexter beat off was interesting even if that age thing did nag at her. Big dicks were so attractive. While avoiding a direct look down at her she was thankful at least that he wasn’t telling on her. If she were stuck down here all hour long so, be it. She was smart enough to silence the volume on her cell if anyone called back, low vibrate only as a signal.

“This is just stupid. I need to keep that second dress in my locked desk drawer at all times in cases like today. Maybe even find a vacant locker close to my classroom to put one in like Piper did earlier this week. One that only I know the combination of. This is getting too frisky ... I mean risky.” That big dick within a foot of her face was amazing. So big, so thick, so delightfully purple. “Dammit! I don’t even have room to move here. Fuck you, Dexter. I’ll remember this buddy boy.” Most definitely!

With very little wiggle room she did attempt to quietly evade Dexter’s intruding penis by going to her knees but finding her back up against the center drawer of her desk. Her bare feet alluded to her hiding place, toes creeping out under the desk without considering she might be noticed. Under duress like this Josie simply wasn’t thinking. Even sitting her cell flat on the tile to free up her hands was a huge mistake. Dexter seeing this used his shoe to kick at it while she was trying to seek comfort in her refuge. The cell went skidding out from under the desk before she could rescue it. “GODDAMMIT DEXTER!” She groaned his penis tapping her forehead as she squirmed about.

A girl snatched up Josie’s cell and found it unlocked. Flipping through it as others eased up to peer over her shoulder, they discovered her nude photos and that some were sent to not only Coach Roman, but to Reese Teller. In awe the kids fired those pictures to their own cells just out of meanness. Not one sophomore in the class was sympathetic.