Worried for no reason

I make eye contact with Perkins and then glance at the door. With my arms pulled behind me and my mouth full my communication options are pretty limited.

He gets the message somehow and walks over to the door, checking it. He nods. The door did get locked at some point.

Which is good. Garrett managed to get back in behind me, and all three of them look like they are ready to blow. They pull out and I stand up.

Or I should say I try to. Seth pushes me down to the floor and stops when I'm down on my knees. He stands directly in front me, stroking. Garrett and Lucas each grab one of my hands and make me do the work. Seth says, "Open wide."

I open wide, though based on the past twenty minutes, I doubth he is going to even try to get any of it in my mouth. I close my eyes, bracing for the inevitable. To my surprise, his cock ends up in my mouth. He thrusts in and out a few times and he stops. I open my eyes and he pulls out as that first tremor ripples through his member. The first blast ends up squarely in the corner of my eye by my nose. I close my eyes reflexively but it's too late. The burning sensation in my hits quickly and I swear. Seth laughs. Pig. If it weren't for the fact I was getting the rest of the school year off I'd pull his deflating cock out of the way and punch the hell out of his balls. The rest of his cum gets draped in my hair and on my forehead.

My eyes still closed (fuck it burns), I can't remember whose cock was in which hand, but my left hand is vacated and seconds later the left side of my face is getting plastered. My left hand now free to use like a hand, I wipe as much of the cum away from the eye that is burning and manage to open my eyes. I look to my right and see Lucas, which means Garrett just wrapped up.

Lucas pulls my hand off his cock and says "Close your eyes." I do. I am not in the mood.

I hear his grunts as he lets go. He apparently is an artist, as not only did he blast the right side of my face, he used his cock to smear it all over. I openmy eyes. The boys look awfully pleased with themselves.

I look at Perkins. "Congratulations gentlemen, you have successfully completed your lab. You will finally be done with high school." They high five each other, zip up and leave. I'm still on my knees, in a partial state of shock from the whole experience.

"Miss Gailliard, I know this was a little unorthodox, but thank you. On behalf of me, Principal Jackson, and a lot of other teachers here, we truly thank you."

Unorthodox is not the word I would have chosen. Fucking insane is more like it. And I actually did it. I stand up and retrieve my thong and bra from the floor and put them on. Perkins hands me some paper towels to wipe my face off. He says, "You can use the eye wash in the back. I wasn't expecting him to do that. From what I hear it subsides fairly quickly."

I was expecting one of them to do it, but that's in the past. We'll see how quickly it subsides. I rinse my eye out with the eye wash, it does help some but my eye is still irritated and red. I pull on my jeans, slip into my sandals and then grab my shirt off the floor, pulling it on. I am sore, both between my thighs from the activity there, as well as having to maintain that awkward position for as long as I did.

I grab my bag and walk to the door and unlock it. Perkins thanks me again and says "Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Gailliard."

I head for the front of the building and exit the front doors. For the last time. Though I almost entertain the idea of becoming a teacher so I can come back and "encourage" my students to participate in unorthodox activities for grades. I laugh to myself.

Eric's car swings around the corner by the school like a heat seeking missile and screeches to a halt in front of me. I hop in the back seat and tell them the good news, that not only am I going to graduate with everyone else, that due to a grade miscalculation I am done with school. It was all I could to to not use the air quotes.

Eric says "So you lost a skip day but ended up earning a whole bunch of them?" I nod. "That's fucking awesome! Lucas and I were debating whether we wanted to go back or not. Who cares if we have another senior year."

Indeed. I laugh. Mr. Perkins, I'm sorry, but I won't be there next year for whatever "lab" scheme you concoct to get rid of them.

They high five me, and Eric jerks the car around faster than necessary to get maneuvered off the curb and floors it down the road back towards home.