9. A couple cutting class.

You glance over your shoulder just in time to see two people dart into a janitor’s closet. It’s one of the football players, Cory you think his name is, and Annette, arguably the school slut. Cory is a thick, muscular man with a toad-y face; you’ve never understood why the girls in your class fawn over him. Annette has a runner’s body, slender with small tits, and thick brown hair she keeps in a tight ponytail. You glance at the clock and then at the door they’ve disappeared through. You sneak down the hallway away from the classroom you’re meant to be headed to.

As you approach you hear a thump against the door. A girl’s voice moans and you hear a rhythmic thumping on the other side of the door. You press yourself against the wall and listen. The voices are muffled, but you hear the sounds of intense pleasure from both of your classmates.

“Oooh fuck, your ass is so tight.”

Cory’s deep voice rumbles through the wood. Her ass! You’d never thought about anal before. You feel your face go hot as you imagine the two pressed up against the wall, Cory’s cock deep in her anus as they fuck hard and fast. One hand sneaks under your skirt and you begin rubbing your clit.

“GOD YES, shove that big, thick cock up my ass!”

Annette seems to be loving it. The sounds of their fucking intensify and the pounding against the door grows faster and faster. You imagine a thick cock deep inside you as you slide a finger into your pussy. You feel yourself growing wet with your own juices and Mr. Edmonds’ cum which he so recently deposited inside you. You can’t help but slide a second finger in as you hear Annette cry out as she cums.

If she’s cumming, you know he can’t be far from his climax. And you’re not far from yours either, as sensitive as you still are from your own recent fucking. You can feel the pleasure building in you faster and faster. You know you’re in the middle of the hallway, frantically fingering yourself in full view of anyone walking past. Anyone could catch you. And that sends a shiver down your spine. The mere possibility of someone finding you like this intensifies the mounting pressure in your pussy.

You throw your head back and explode, covering your fingers in your own juices as you hear Annette cum for a second time. She screams louder this time; her state is absolutely unmistakable. You suppress your own moan but sound does escape your lips. You freeze, your pussy still fluttering around your fingers, and look around.