Scandalous Scholastics

“Fuuuuck, yes, Peter, your dick feels so good.”

“Sssssh,” he said, though he failed to temper his thrusts, smacking against her thighs, her pussy squelching as his invading cock pushed more of her lubrication out, causing another loud whimper to rise from her throat. “Someone is gonna hear.”

Outside the door, Heather and Ashley could not only hear the sounds of the two fucking, but saw with their own two eyes, Peter Zander standing between the teacher’s spread legs, fucking her atop the table she taught them from several days a week. Though she wasn’t his teacher, they still perceived Peter as being closer to their age rather than a fully-fledged adult, like Ms. Moreau, so it was still strange to see her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fists grasping at his t-shirt, almost **** to tear it off his back.

Her lips pressed against his neck as she moaned again, using as much restraint as she could muster, whilst feeling his flesh against hers wherever possible. They were both still fully clothed, Peter in his jeans and t-shirt, his zipper open and the denim parted to free his cock, hard and stiff and jutting straight out into Ms. Moreau. Her blouse strained against her medium sized breasts as her chest puffed with labored breathing, her skirt pushed up, bunched around her waist, red panties pushed aside to allow Peter’s cock access to her wet puss, dripping juice over the edge of her desk.

He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply, raising a hand to grab her head amidst her auburn hair, usually so pristine and well-groomed disheveled and soaking up sweat from her forehead. Though all the girls thought that their teacher was pretty, hot even, and had perhaps even pictured her in throes of sex, it was nothing compared to actually seeing her rolling her hips back against the penetrating cock or hearing her cry out with winded, delighted gasps every time he filled her up. They’d never be able to look at this classroom the same, or see that desk without picturing it soaked with her wetness, and rocking gently with dull scraping sounds against the floor.

“Let me see!” Madison demanded eagerly, pulling at Heather’s arm to take her away from the window. Stepping into her spot, Madison's eyes went wide and her mouth curled into a shocked smile as she saw the couple for herself. Ashley voluntarily stepped aside and allowed Chloe to move in front of the window, the same surprised expression adorning her face.

“I thought coming here was going to be a bust, but seeing that almost makes it worth my time,” Heather laughed, then noted with some seriousness. “It doesn’t exactly help me feel any more…relieved though.”

“Yeah, it does look hot, and they both seem really into it,” Ashley remarked thoughtfully, mentally comparing the sex she had with Peter last night to him fucking Ms. Moreau. He seemed more enthusiastic with the teacher, but it was slightly unfair, since she’d jumped him after he’d just got done fucking her sister AND Chloe. Of course, he was bound to be a little tired, but Ashley felt that there might be more to it.

“Yeah, it doesn’t look like this is their first time,” Madison confirmed that she was thinking the same thing, though she had nothing to compare it to, except how passionate Brandon had once been with her. “They can’t seem to get enough of each other.”

“I guess this is what Peter was up to,” Ashley said, reminding herself of that morning when Peter had offered to drive Gavin. “I thought he was acting a little cagey.”

“Wait,” Chloe cocked her head away from the door. “Do you hear footsteps?”

The four girls fell quiet, listening harder and trying to drown out the sounds of their teacher getting fucked in the next room. Though it was faint, Chloe was right, someone was nearby, and they were approaching, as the sound only grew louder and clearer. They looked at each other, knowing that they shouldn’t be in the school and that it’d be better if they didn’t get caught, but now there was the added problem of leaving Peter behind to be found as well. Whoever was coming down the corridor would undoubtedly hear the sounds of sex broadcasting from inside the room as soon as they got close enough, just as the girls had.

“We can’t leave Peter.” Ashley was the first to say it out loud.

“Then what?” Madison asked, not necessarily in disagreement, but frustration, unable to see a way to save Peter and themselves. “Even if we go in there and get them to stop right now, there’s not enough time to get Peter and get out. We’ll be caught for sure.”

“Are you sure?” Chloe asked, turning her head towards the corridor and straining to hear again, wrinkling her forehead. “It sounds like they’re getting closer but…they don’t seem to be moving that quickly.”

Heather dashed to the end of the corridor and peered around the corner, carefully, making sure not to expose too much of herself as she leaned over and looked. Within seconds, she was back, shaking her head fervently. “We gotta go. It’s Ward and he’s coming right this way. I think he’s looking for Ms. Moreau.”

Madison and Chloe stepped away from the door, ready to follow Heather out of the school but Ashley didn’t budge. “Wait…can’t we do something? It’s Mr. Ward. If he catches them, he’ll probably have both their heads.”

“I mean, he won’t like it. His fiancée is cheating on him with a younger guy, and I’m sure that sucks for him, but they’re not really doing anything unethical,” Chloe countered, gesturing towards the classroom. “He’s not her student, and they’re both adults. What can he do?”

“This is Mr. Ward we’re talking about. You think he’s going to let a technicality stop him from punishing them? The only time I’ve seen that man take pleasure in anything is when he’s dishing out discipline,” Madison reminded them.

“Yeah, Peter isn’t supposed to be on school grounds, Ms. Moreau is with a former student, even if she personally never taught him, and they’re fucking in her classroom. There’s a hell of a lot of wiggle room for him to make their lives miserable if he’s feeling petty, which we all know he always is,” Heather agreed, before slumping her shoulders and looking back at Ashley. “But us getting caught as well doesn’t help anyone’s situation. Need I remind you that we’re both already under suspicion by the police? The last thing we need to do is give them more ammunition.”

“Are Ms. Moreau and him even together right now?” Chloe asked, trying to remember from their discussion at the cabin. She looked to Ashley, and continued, “didn’t you say that they were on a break? Maybe he just won’t care.”

“Yeah, because Mr. Ward is super chill like that,” Madison scoffed. Her eyes widened as another thought crossed her mind. “Oh, shit, what if he uses this to **** her into staying with him?”

“Okay, okay,” Heather said, fanning her hands to calm them down before they went full blown conspiracy theorist. “It looks like we all want to help Peter and Ms. Moreau. But, we’re running out of time, so what are we gonna do?”

“I’m going to distract Mr. Ward. You three get Peter and get out of here,” Ashley insisted. The others made to protest, but Ashley shook her head, defiant and assertive. “It’s my idea and my plan, I should be the one to do it.”

“Are you sure?” Heather asked, her voice full of concern.

“Yeah. Better me than you. You have your dad and the company’s reputation to think about.” She nodded at Chloe and Madison. “And no reason we should spread the crime around everyone.” Shrugging, she gave small smile. “I’ll just be another delinquent daughter of the D.A.”

Before anyone could convince her otherwise, she turned and ran off down the hall, towards the now loud, echoing footsteps of Jacob Ward’s looming approach.