Chapter 71: Open Class

The deal hung in the air for only a few seconds.

Then the room moved.

Chairs scraped. Bags hit the floor. Students came over the desks instead of around them. Hands found Elena before she had even stepped back from the board. Someone gripped her waist. Someone else pulled her blouse out of her skirt. A mouth landed on the side of her neck. The lecture hall that had been a place of membrane transport and half-taken notes became a press of bodies in less than a minute.

Elena did not fight it.

The first gropes should have frightened her. They did not. Fingers closed on her breasts through the fabric and she made a sound that was not a protest. A palm slid up her thigh and under her skirt and she opened her stance to give it room. The same heat that had made her lock her office door and rub herself to the rumor now opened all the way. They were touching her because she had offered. They were touching her because the video already existed. They were touching her because she had decided the only way out was through.

Her blouse came off. Her bra followed. Someone shoved her skirt down her legs and left it around one ankle. Elena stood half-naked at the front of her own classroom while two dozen pairs of hands claimed whatever they could reach — breasts, ass, the wet heat between her thighs. She leaned into it. Her head tipped back. A moan left her that the whole room heard.

Max was the first inside her.

He bent her over the teacher’s desk, kicked her feet apart, and pushed in with no patience at all. Elena gasped and gripped the far edge of the wood. David stepped in front of her, freed himself, and filled her mouth. The angle made her eyes water. Max fucked her in hard, possessive strokes, as if the weeks of extra classes and almost-getting-caught had only been a rehearsal. David held her hair and used her throat. Around them the rest of the class closed in.

Cocks appeared in both of her hands. Someone else squeezed in beside David and rubbed against her cheek until she turned her head and took him instead. A student she barely recognized dropped to his knees behind Max and licked the place where Max was buried in her, then stood and waited his turn like it was a line at an office. Elena’s body jerked between them. Spit ran from the corner of her mouth. Her breasts swung over the desk each time Max drove in.

They rotated without being told.

When Max came it was deep and sudden, a groan against her spine as he flooded her. David pulled out of her mouth and finished across her lips and chin. The next two took their places immediately — one in her used, dripping cunt, one past her lips. Elena came around the second cock with a broken sound that made several people in the room laugh under their breath, not unkindly, just stunned that their professor was shaking on her own desk.

The girls in the class did not all stay against the walls.

Most of them watched. A few filmed and then thought better of it and lowered their phones. But three of them — the ones Max would have called sluts without hesitation — stepped into the press instead of away from it. One dropped to her knees beside Elena and started sucking a cock that had been waiting for Elena’s mouth. Another stripped out of her own top and guided a student’s hands onto her breasts while she watched Elena get fucked. The third climbed onto the desk beside Elena, spread her legs, and pulled a boy from the second row between them.

The lecture hall became an orgy in the most literal sense.

Bodies overlapped. Desks were used as surfaces. The teacher’s chair was dragged aside so two more students could get at Elena from below and behind. Someone lifted her off the desk entirely, held her between two of them, and they took her together — one in her pussy, one pushing into her ass with spit and the mess already running down her thighs. Elena cried out, loud and raw, and then pushed back onto both of them. The stretch was brutal and familiar. The corridor under the arena had taught her body how to open. This was only a larger room and a larger number.

They used every part of her.

Mouth. Hands. Breasts. Cunt. Ass. The soft valley between her tits when someone sat her on the edge of the desk and fucked up into her chest. Cum landed on her stomach, her back, her hair, the papers still scattered across the wood. Elena swallowed when she could and let the rest run out of her mouth. She came again with a cock in her throat and another grinding between her ass cheeks. She came a third time when one of the girls who had joined reached down and rubbed her clit while two boys held her open.

Ana was in the crowd.

She had not come to class for the lecture. She had come because the rumor was already a live wire and she wanted to see what Elena would do when it finally touched the room. She stood near the side aisle with her phone held low against her hip, the camera recording in a tight, steady frame. She captured Elena on the desk. She captured Max’s mouth at Elena’s ear. She captured the two boys holding Elena between them. She captured the girls who had joined and the ones who had only watched. She did not announce herself. She did not stop recording.

Max took Elena again near the end, pulling her into his lap in the teacher’s chair while David stood over them and used her mouth. Max’s voice was close enough that only she could have heard it over the rest of the noise, but he did not bother to whisper.

“It might be too late,” he said, still fucking up into her. “That video is already going to move through the whole university. Maybe outside it. You know that. I know you know that.”

Elena made a sound around David.

Max’s hands tightened on her hips.

“You just wanted to fuck everyone, didn’t you, Professor?”

Elena pulled off David just long enough to breathe.

She did not deny it.

She smiled.

Then she took David back into her mouth and let Max finish inside her a second time, the smile still there at the corners of her stretched lips.

The orgy did not so much end as thin out. Students came, stepped back, came again. Some dressed and left without looking at her. Some stayed and watched the last few use her on the floor between the front row of desks. Elena stayed where they put her — on her back, on her knees, on the desk, in the chair — until the room was finally quieter than it had been since the deal was spoken.

Ana lowered her phone last.

Elena did not see her.

End of Chapter 71

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