The Fire Alarm.

Both of you flinch as the blaring sound echoes in the classroom. You'd hadn't heard it before, but you were certain it was the fire alarm.

Standing up, you pulled out of Jaina and were greeted by the sight of a flood of jizz oozing out of her well-used pussy.

"Wow, that's a lot," you think to yourself even as you say it. "It's the fire alarm; get dressed. "Jaina nods as you step back.

From the hallway you hear your colleague call out. "Okay, class, single file; just like we've practiced."

You bend over and pull up your pants and boxers. While Jaina slides her panties back into place, trapping the jizz that was leaking from her. She then sat up and grabbed her sailor's top, and two of you got dressed.

While putting on her shirt, you lean in a half yell. "We'll wait till they're outside and join them."

It didn't take long till you stopped seeing movement in the hallway. Grabbing your keys, you nod to the door, saying. "Let's go."

Pausing at the door, you double-checked and saw that the classrooms across the hallway were empty. Turning on your classroom light, you unlock the door, and you and Jaina enter the hallway going right.

At the end of the hallway you saw the door to the outside. Walking quickly, the two of you exit the building.

What greeted you were the several clustered groups of classes that were standing in the parking lot. Looking around, you saw a single city fire engine. There were three firefighters standing next to it. They weren't in their gear and looked like they were just standing around and shooting the shit.

Jaina tugged on your shirt to get your attention. "I should probably go find my class now." She murmured.

Turning left, she wandered off, and you then exited the grass and joined your colleagues and their classes in the parking lot.

Hitting the pavement, you wandered over to your neighbor. Walking up, you say, "How are they hanging, Zeke?"

Ezekiel Morris had the classroom next to you. He taught world history to freshmen and sophomores. Zeke flashed you a smile, replying, "A little lower every day, Jason."

After about 5 minutes the blaring of the fire alarm stopped, bringing with it blessed silence. A short time later Barabara and a fire fighter walked around from the far side of the parking lot.

You nodded to her as she passed by and watched as she and the firefighter approach the engine. A couple minutes later you see her say something into a walkie-talkie. Not long after that the bell sounded, informing the school that you could return to class.

"Everyone back to class,' Ezikiel calls out to his students. The kids had started streaming inside when Ezekiel turned back to you with a sly grin on his face. Lowering his voice, he says, "I think you forgot something."

As he walks off after his class, you abruptly look down and pat yourself. "Motherfucker..." you groan. You forgot to zip up your fly.

You fix the issue and march back to your classroom and see that there were only 10 minutes left in the period. Walking back into your classroom, you check to make sure nothing is out of place.

Good thing that you did. Because sitting in the well of your desk was Jainas bra. Bending over, you snag the garment and sit down on your chair. Smiling you bring it to your nose a breath in. Strawberries.

Grabbing your briefcase, you open it up and toss the bra inside. You were just about to close it when you noticed the Jainas sailor scarf had also been left behind. Adding it to the bra, you close the briefcase and stow it.

With hardly any time left, you weren't even trying to do any work. Instead, you sat back and started replaying you and Jaina. Smiling, you recall how tight her pussy had felt around you. And afterwards her growling, "Fill me again, Sensei, make sure I catch." Fuck that had your cock twitching in renewed interest.

"Well, Jennifer did ask me to take a Viagra." You think to yourself.

Ding, Ding, Ding

Shaking yourself, you let out a sigh, mumbling. "Time to concentrate, Jason, back to being a teacher."

Pulling out the folder for 4th period, you sigh. 10 students were being shuffled around. "What a cluster fuck," you murmur. Sorting the papers, you saw you were losing the three football players. Of the other 7, the two males were whatever. Three of the girls you lost were whatever. Sure, they were pretty enough, but two of them were frankly airheads more interested in drama than schoolwork. The third was pleasant, raised her hand in class, and honestly, her breasts rivaled any of your cheerleaders. But her mother was a raging bitch who bombarded you with emails about not only how you taught history but also about what books you had in your classroom.

The 10th student you were losing thought, that stung. Picking up the paper, your eyes traced the name. Krystal Darby.

"She's going to be pissed," you think to yourself. You were already dreading the fit she would have this evening.

"Well, if she complains too much, put her on her knees and jam your cock down her throat. That'll make her happy. " Rumbled the beast.

"Thank you, the peanut gallery," you grump out loud.

The class door opens, and students start streaming into the classroom. As with the previous period, it's not sending your now former students on their way; that's the issue. Even Krystal, who was visibly upset, bit her tongue. It was going to be your new students streaming in that was the issue.

As your niece stormed out of the classroom, Jennifer flashed you a sympathetic smile, mouthing. "Don't worry, we'll take care of it."

The bell sounded starting fourth period, and you just finished roll when the fun started. Three of your new students arrived within seconds of each other. The first was Kelly McGlinn, who had to be the tallest girl you'd even seen at 6'5". You quickly signed her in while a young Philopino waited behind her.

Jesus Ramos was your second new student of the period. When he walked into class, Jennifer got a shark-like grin. While you were signing him in, she casually ran her finger across her throat. A universal sign if you'd ever seen one.

The third, a Mathew Brady in your estimation, was going to be a waste of space. Looking into his eyes... he was stoned. Signing him in on your console is to yourself, to the fact he probably won't be a problem.

Mathew hadn't even taken his seat before you launched into your lesson plan. You asked, "Now can anyone tell me what the Treaty of Paris actually does?"

You were gratified when several arms went up. But then the door burst open, and the 4th new student hurried into class. "Sorry I'm late," your new student breathlessly blurted out.

Cocking your head, you study your new student. "There's something familiar about her," you think to yourself. Walking up to you, she hands you her paperwork. Marci Bigelow, it said. Flashing a smile, you nodded to the several empty seats, saying. "Take a seat, Marci, and welcome to the class."

She quickly finds an open desk as you call out. "Okay, back to the Treaty of Paris." Martha Tonkins, who sat on the fifth row, threw up her hand. Nodding, you patiently waited while she answered.

Continuing on with your lesson, you scanned the room, and your eyes settled on Miss Bigelow. She had a peculiar expression on her face. Then it hit you. She'd been standing next to Bailey when she and a group of friends stumbled upon you fucking Conesula against her front door.

You abruptly stop lecturing and clear your throat. At that point your 5th, 6th, and 7th new students wandered in. All in all, they were a welcome disruption.

The first was a lanky Black kid who was a good 6'8". You signed him in Tyrone Black and pointed to an open seat.

You then quickly signed in a young Hispanic male, Mateo Murphy. Who quickly took his desk.

The third member of the trio you recognized. She was one of your cheerleaders, Nidia Garcia. While signing her in, Jennifer called out. "Sit here with us, Nidia."

Nidias's mother was with the Ecuadorian consulate. You finish signing her in, and Nidia heads back, taking what had been Krystal's seat. Of course every boy in the classrooms' eyes followed Nidia as she made her way across the room.

She was, of course, a beautiful girl, and her hair, which had been blonde at the pool party, was back to its natural black coloring. Personally, you think it looked better. What grabbed the attention if every straight male in the room was her breasts.

They looked monstrous on the girls' 5'2" frame. Remembering how she looked in her bikini, the girl had to be an E-cup. There was no way in your mind those puppies were natural. If so, who then gets an 18-year-old girl a boob job?

Slightly raising your voice, you get the class's attention and get back to your lecture. Despite constantly expecting the remaining three transfer students, you were expecting to interrupt. The class went smoothly. In fact, one of them showed up. 5 minutes before class ended, and he reeked of stale cigarettes to boot.

Looking at his stained transfer paper, you saw his name was Billy Belch. You sign the young man in telling him. "Welcome to my class, Mr. Belch, and for the record, I'm glad you decided to come to class. 5 minutes before the bell is unacceptable, so you will stay marked absent."

He shrugged while mumbling, "whatever," before taking his seat.

"Yup," you think to yourself. "This one's a real winner... not."

His butt had barely started to warm the seat when.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Fourth period was over.

All your students immediately started getting up to head to lunch. As they started streaming out, Jennifer approached your desk asking, "Can you answer me a couple of questions, Mr. Clarkson?"

Her eyes were alite with the type of mischief that had the beast sit up and take notice.

Making sure to sound neutral, you reply, "Of course, Jennifer. What has you confused?"

As the class finished emptying out, she clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth.

"Ssssssooooooooooo..."