Janitor Bob investigates

Thea was oblivious to the fact that Kelly Testone and Renee had toppled onto the floor behind the teacher's desk as she rode John Doe hard, bouncing up and down on the geeky lad's granite-hard dick like she rode the mechanical bull at the school's winter carnival. Her muscles tensed and rippled under their thin covering of smooth, tawny skin. The Amerasian pulled at the rings on her pierced nipples to help get herself off just as she felt John begin to geyser his seed inside her.

John knew he wouldn't last long inside the clenching vise of Thea's cunt. Her pussy seemed to be under the same training regimen that the rest of her outer muscles were. He was almost ready to come when he was unceremoniously pulled from Miss Testone and thrown on the classroom floor for her to ravish. And now, it was the real deal. John was surprised the petite miss didn't rocket to the ceiling, he was coming so hard and fast. He watched her toss her head back as she gripped her nipple rings and roared aloud as she came on top of him.

Kelly lay half-draped over the seemingly lifeless body of her head cheerleader. The teacher held the little brunette's head in her left hand as she tried to talk to her. She knew the girl had hit her head when the rolling chair tipped from under them, she just wasn't sure how hard.

"Kelly?" The pretty brunette's doe-like eyelashes fluttered open and focused on her teacher's concerned features, just inches from her own face.

"Oh, thank God!" Kelly Testone muttered, cradling the sweet teen close to her and giving her another peck on the cheek. It was then they both heard Thea caterwaul in climax and turned to look in her direction.

Kelly also noticed the door fly open behind the climaxing couple.

"What in tarnation is going on in here?" shouted a figure in gray work clothes as he entered the classroom, shutting the door behind him.

The teacher knew the man who stood there, he was Bob Johnson, otherwise known as Janitor Bob to the kids. He was a wiry black man with coffee-colored skin, standing nearly six feet. His close-cropped white Afro showed his age. Janitor Bob was nearly sixty. Kelly pulled herself and Renee further inside the desk well, not sure how the situation might unfold. She was friendly with the normally soft-spoken man, but wasn't sure what his take on the scenario might be. After all, the cheerleading coach was lying near nude with her star pepster, who lay near her in only her cheer briefs and a now useless sportsbra.

Janitor Bob continued. "I'm down the hall and I hear clatter and a crash from a room that is supposed to be empty, then I hear a scream like nothing I've ever heard...this is Ms. Testone's homeroom isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr. Johnson, it is." Kelly noted the concern in his voice and the anger directed towards Thea and decided to show herself, grabbing her blouse and slipping into it before she did so.

"Please help me, Mr. Johnson," Kelly asked, speaking up before the startled Amerasian did so. "Miss Thu here walked in on John in an awkward situation and was blackmailing me into participating in whatever vile thing she could come up with. Unfortunately, I gave in, fearing she'd find a way to fulfill her threats. I know it was wrong, but if you'll back me up.."

"That is not true!" Thea shouted, now recovered and back on her feet, still gloriously nude in the middle of the classroom. She started to rail against Testone when Mr. Johnson stepped before her.

"You just shut your mouth, young.. lady!" the janitor ordered, pointing an outthrust index finger into her face. "I know all about you and your antics around this school, I've had to clean up after a few of them." He looked to Kelly, momentarily grazing his eyes over the bare legs that shown from beneath the blouse she had rebuttoned. He also saw Renee get up off the floor and hide her nearly nude form behind her teacher. He noticed John manage to pick himself off the floor and limp back over to his desk, worn out by Thea's sexual gymnastics. "Get your clothes on, son" he commented before directing his attention back to the stunned Amerasian.

Bob Johnson's index finger and thumb now formed a nearly complete circle as he continued to berate the astonished Thea. "I also know from staff that you're about this close to getting expelled, so close to graduation. So, will I side with Miss Testone and this studious young man, as well as the sweet, bubbly cheerleader over you? Damn straight I will!"