The fumes from my red marker made me dizzy as I underlined important dates and names on a whiteboard for a classroom full of disinterested Seniors, the chemical stink somehow making the figurative rubber band squeezing my head pinch even tighter. If I had to guess, visions of ski trips, lazy mornings, and artfully wrapped gift boxes danced across my student’s imaginations.

I didn’t blame them. A glorious Christmas vacation awaited us at the end of the month.

My headache pulsed at the same frequency as the fluorescent light bulbs overhead. Big, red “X’s” had been drawn through December 23th-31st on the wall calendar by my desk, classes not resuming until January 6th. Long Christmas breaks were one of the perks of working in a parochial school.

I underlined April 9th, 1865 and Appomattox Courthouse, capping my marker with a click. Only two more weeks of classes and three days of midterm testing left and then I could spend my days alone in my apartment with the Bronte sisters and my vibrators.

I turned around, the dead-eyed stares and a lack of note taking frustrating me more than it should’ve. “All of this is going to be on the midterm. I suggest you write it all down before the bell rings. Western Civ I is coming in next period and they have different notes.”

A few of them picked up their pencils and began scribbling, eyes darting between the whiteboard and their notebooks. Anthony Rivaldi, an eighteen-year-old suburban prince, rolled his eyes.

I ran my hands over the front of a long, flannel skirt, the soft fabric somehow a comfort. “All of that will be gone. Erased.”

“Can I just take a picture on my phone?” whined Rivaldi, the contempt on his face maddening. “I don’t understand why you insist on us copying notes. It’s pointlessly tedious.”

His father was generous with the fortune he’d made selling used cars. The school put his name over the new computer lab in the school library. Unfortunately, Mr. Rivaldi’s good deed made his son arrogant.

“Did you forget you’re at a Catholic school?” I tucked my hands behind my back.

Someone snickered and Rivaldi sneered, clicking the end of a pen. The little shit-stain was pulling a solid ‘C+’. If he wanted to pull his semester grade up to a high ‘B’ or maybe even an ‘A-’, he needed to do well on the midterm.

The furnace kicked on, the rattle coming from the vents drowning out the click of my heels on the floor. Though very sexy, the lacey black tights I’d worn beneath my skirt itched in the worst ways. They were also crotchless. I stifled a sigh when I sat down at my desk and pulled the notes for my next class toward me. I knew them by heart, but the familiarity of all the dates, names, and places was calming. So did the scratch of pens and pencils as my students dutifully copied notes.

Various office supplies littered my desk and an ancient desktop hummed to my right, email notifications flashing at the bottom of the screen. Parents. I ignored them all, the buzz of my cell phone in my purse far more enticing.

Hypocrisy be damned.

I clenched the butt plug stuffed up my ass as I slipped my hand inside my purse, careful to conceal my rule breaking. A man’s name flashed across the screen when I pressed a button and my heart skipped a beat.

I’d met “Dan” through an app designed to match people based on their fetishes. We planned to meet at the sleaziest motel two towns over after school and have unprotected anal sex. If St. Joseph's Catholic High School found out one of its history teachers had done something so immoral, they’d fire her in the blink of an eye.

I tapped my messaging app, giddy with arousal. The riskiness and secrecy of such liaisons was what made them so fun.

- I can’t make it -

My heart sank and I closed my eyes, sliding my phone back into my purse. Of course. All that prep for nothing. Up until that point, my butt plug had been a naughty secret; a sexy game I played with myself, but now it was a nuisance; a fun fantasy gone wrong.

I exchanged my phone for a bottle of ibuprofen, wincing when I washed down four of them with ice-cold coffee. A pack of cigarettes peeked out at me from inside my purse. They would have to wait.

Most of the men on the app talked a good game, but when it came time for them to actually follow through on their promises of kinky sex, they disappeared. Anonymous hookups were dangerous, even for men. I couldn’t hold it against him.

The warning bell chimed and my phone buzzed a second time. Students bustled about, chatting back and forth as they gathered up their belongings. I checked my phone, a pang of guilt paralyzing me.

- Grandma asked about Grandpa all day. She knows it’s Christmas and she’s missing him. -

Back home in the midwest, my mother dealt with life’s sorrows by keeping herself impossibly busy with a full-time job, volunteering with her church, and devoting herself to the care of her ailing mother; a ninety-seven-year-old dementia patient. It broke her heart when I told her I couldn’t afford to fly home for Christmas break that year, especially since she couldn’t afford to help me.

I put my phone away and grabbed a tissue from a box on the desk, quickly blotting away tears. I’d done full make-up that morning in preparation for my illicit meeting. More time than I would care to admit had gone into its application, and I didn’t want to ruin it. Even if the only people who saw it were my students and co-workers.

Jayden Duchovney rushed toward me with a maniacal grin, his gaggle of cronies watching him with reverence by the door. Dread welled up within me as he approached.

“‘Tis the Season!” A vacant expression fell over his face as he clenched his fists, raising his right leg off the floor.

Duchovney was a husky youth of eighteen years; sweaty and sallow-skinned with greasy black hair. He wobbled as he brought his leg down, the slap of his shoe on the tile floor nothing compared to the epic fart he ripped an arm’s-length away from my desk.

The foulest, rankest stench I’d ever smelled assaulted my senses. Wicked laughter filled the room as I sat, horrified. Duchovney giggled, his stupid, piggy eyes meeting mine for a moment before he bolted for the door.

Rivaldi laughed louder than anyone as he waved his hand in front of his face. “This is a Catholic school, so I won’t swear, but my goodness. Jayden. Poor Ms. Donnegal’s mouth was open!”

And with that, the little fucker winked at me.

It was a sin to hate someone, but God would have forgiven me if I’d have taken a pencil and shoved it into Anthony Rivaldi’s eye socket. Fuck his Dad and all the shiny desktops in the new computer lab.

The bell rang as I leapt to my feet, my body trembling with emotion. “You have it so easy! I graduated from a tiny little Catholic school in Milwaukee. My ninth-grade history teacher was a fifty-five-year-old nun with rheumatoid arthritis and a general disdain for life. If I would’ve farted at her -”

Rivaldi threw his head back, mocking laughter awakening something dark inside my soul.

He and a few like him hung around while the others tried to escape.

I drew myself to my full height, righteous outrage making me bold. “She would’ve thrown me to the ground and kicked me til I couldn’t move. But I’ll do her one better.”

Rivaldi sneered and two boys behind him darted out of the room.

“Essay questions,” I yelled. “My American History midterm will be three essay questions. Spelling and grammar count.”

Rivaldi leapt to his feet, face flushed scarlet. “That’s not fair! Duchovney’s the one who farted. Group punishments are cruel and unusual.”

I stomped around the front of my desk, channeling my inner nun even though I had a butt plug up my ass. “Take it up with the Geneva Convention.”

Rivaldi was a shit, but he wasn’t stupid. He strode out of the room with a wounded look on his face, the injustice done to him and his fellow classmates too great a burden to bear. He and the others still remaining filled out without another word, Western Civ students coming in.

###

Precious seconds slipped away from my coveted forty-five minute lunch break as students hurried out of my classroom. I needed a cigarette.

The door finally closed with a click and I lunged for my purse, fingers shaking as I grabbed it and rushed toward the door. The ibuprofen took care of my headache, but only nicotine would relieve my anxiety. I needed to quit, but I didn’t want to gain weight. Or find a healthier way to deal with bad feelings.

The hallways were clear, rows of green lockers reflecting my distorted figure while I hurried along. Students bragged about vaping in the school basement. They thought they were sneaky, but I’d been listening to them giggle and cough while I silently smoked Pall Malls in a doorless room with copies of “The Book of Common Prayer” stacked to the ceiling.

I let them have their fun. The only people they truly hurt were themselves and I remembered what it is to be young.

I rounded a corner and pushed open a heavy door with a bang, a single bulb flickering overhead illuminating a dingy stairwell.

Let’s go to the dungeon.

That’s what the kids said when they needed a hit.

The access door on the landing below slammed open as I ran by, making me jerk with alarm.

Matt McClellan, the chemistry teacher, stepped inside the stairwell with a severe expression on his face. He clasped his hands behind his back as he approached, tall and imposing with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular frame. Thick, dark hair and big, dark eyes made him popular with our students. Matt wasn’t really my type, but up close, his heavy brow strong and roman nose only added to his masculinity.

I smiled, guilty even though he hadn’t caught me. “You scared me.”

He scowled. “Did you hear the same rumors about vaping and smoking I did?”

Fuck.

I couldn’t think of a better lie fast enough. Besides that, McClellan struck me as a man that was difficult to fool.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just kids trying to get each other in trouble,” I said. “There’s some serious beef among the Sophomore girls. Addie Sinclair really seems to want Peyton Locklear thrown out of school for some reason.”

He scoffed. “You couldn’t pay me to go back and be a teenager all over again.”

I forced a laugh, hoping he couldn’t detect its fakeness. “I’ll head down and see what’s going on.”

“If it’s a group of boys, come back up and get me,” he said. “I’ll deal with them.”

I froze, hair standing on the back of my neck as he turned toward the door. The grown-up thing to do would’ve been to walk away, but maturity had never been my thing. It took every extra effort to keep my voice firm. “What do you mean?”

He smirked back over his shoulder, looking me up and down. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Well, you did.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And I don’t understand what you meant. I’m simply asking for clarification.”

“It’s not even really your fault.” Dark eyes lingered over my chest as he pulled open the door, metal hinges creaking as light from from the hallway spilled into the stairwell. “It’s hard for pretty women to command authority. Especially with teenage boys.”

He headed off without another word and I tore off down the stairs, fuming as I fished my cigarettes out of my purse. Maybe I’d smoke two. Maybe I’d burn down the whole building.

###

The basement was a labyrinth of small, doorless rooms chock full of broken desks, chairs, old athletic equipment, and janitorial supplies. An old furnace rumbled as it pumped heat up through the ducts into the school, various tools and parts neatly laid out on a towel on the floor.

I paused, wrinkling my nose at the stink of burning oil. “Mr. Frazier?”

Robert Frazier was a funny man with the slightest hint of a Scottish brogue and a bad limp. His official title was “janitor”, but from what I’d seen, his expertise made him more of a groundskeeper. He smoked cheap cigarettes and swore with an expertise that would’ve made a comedian stop and take notes.

I slipped off to my familiar haunt, a small basement window letting in dreary light. Prayer books had been stacked to the ceiling along the back wall. A musty smell called forth happy memories of childhood afternoons spent in the quiet solace of a library, but the pious nature of the texts shamed me. Perhaps smoking in there was some kind of self-inflicted punishment. If I diminished my enjoyment, maybe God wouldn’t find my sin so egregious.

I lit up and took a long, deep drag, precious nicotine flooding my system. So did all the toxic chemicals. I chucked as I exhaled and a pleasant buzz filled my head. Something would eventually kill me, whether it be lung cancer or a horrific car accident.

Guilt lurked at the edges of my subconscious, but I took another drag. If it wasn't for life's small comforts, I'd lose hope.

I shifted from foot-to-foot, the butt plug teasing my sensitive insides as it shifted. Desire uncoiled within me while I smoked. An affectionate man's touch could soothe even the most anxious of minds.

I finished my cigarette and stuffed the incriminating evidence into my purse, holding my breath as I listened for the usual sounds of giggling and coughing.

Silence.

I set my purse on the ground and lifted my skirt to my hips, giddy excitement making me shiver. Crotchless tights were the best. The cool air against my bare pussy lips made me gasp. A quick release and I'd be fine.

I dropped to a squat and reached between my legs, the butt plug sliding out of me with tantalizing slowness. A moan of pleasure escaped from between my lips as I gripped the end and pushed it back inside. I brought my other hand to my pussy, the delicate skin there slick and smooth with wetness.

My calves and thighs burned as I worked the plug in and out of my asshole, the pleasure blooming from my tight anus making my clit throb and pulse beneath my touch. I'd grown up believing anal sex was dirty; that the women who professed to love it were lying. Needless to say, I was shocked when I discovered how much I enjoyed it myself.

“Christ, Donnegal!”

I cried out, my legs giving way beneath me.

Mr. McClelland stood in the doorway, eyes wide as his hands curled into fists. If not for the severity of the situation, I would’ve laughed at the shocked expression on his face. I pulled the plug from my ass, throwing it away as I scrambled backwards. Shame and fear made me panic. My career was ruined.

“I smelled the smoke, but I never expected to find you down here like this,” he said, voice low. “Do you think the school will call the police? Or simply fire you?”

I held up my hand, desperate. “I don’t know what came over me. I got caught up in the moment. Please don’t turn me in.”

His eyes lingered over my legs, the dark lace stretched tight over my skin. “You’re gonna have to make it worth my while.”

My jaw dropped, desire mingling with my terror. That was, by far, the most humiliating thing to have ever happened to me, but the growing bulge in Mr. McClelland’s pants made me lick my lips. If I was going to keep my job, I had to keep cool.

I rolled over and pushed my ass in the air, my skirt falling over my hips as I rested my head on my arms. My clit ached as I rocked my hips side-to-side. “I can’t control myself. I need you to punish me.”

His breath caught in his throat and the bottoms of his shoes scraped against the concrete.

Arousal leaked from my pussy and trickled down over my folds as he approached. Somehow, my situation had turned into something incredibly sexy. Mr. McClellan knelt behind me and I gasped when he laid his palms over my lace-clad buttocks, rolling them in his hands. I leaned back into his touch.

He pulled my cheeks apart, a long sigh making me feel so sexy and powerful. “You take it up the ass?”

My voice was a throaty rasp. “I love it.”

A sharp clap and a burning sting on my asscheek made me moan, pain quickly fading into pleasure.

“I knew what a depraved slut you are the first time I ever saw you.” He spanked my other cheek with a grunt and pulled my ass against his groin. An erection pressed into my flesh and I groaned.

“You looked all prim and proper in your long skirt and loose sweater, but those fuck-me-daddy eyes gave it away.” His hand clapped against my cheeks. “Is that why you did this?”

“What do you mean?” The needy whine in my voice made me flush. I’d never been so turned on in all my life.

He spanked me, harder. “You wanted someone to come down here and catch you. To punish you.”

I stole a glance over my shoulder, the wild expression on his face thrilling me. “You caught me.”

He pulled away from me, the metallic clink of a belt buckle faint beneath his ragged breathing. “I’m gonna fuck your big, round ass.”

“Let me eat her first.” Mr. Frazier’s brogue filled the room, making me yelp.

“She needs to be punished,” said the chemistry teacher, twisting around.

“I think she’s been punished enough.” Mr. Frazier shuffled into the room, his limp apparent in the odd rhythm of his steps. “Besides that, if you punished every person who wandered down here for a quick smoke or a wank, you’d have to punish the whole school.”

McClelland scoffed, but to my delight he released me and backed away. I pushed myself to my knees and turned with alarm.

The shadow of a red-gold beard covered Mr. Frazier’s haggard cheeks and sharp jaw, a crooked nose adding to the Scotsman’s rough charm. Deep lines appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.

“It’s alright,” he said with a tenderness that soothed me. “I’m gonna make you feel good.”

When he offered me his hand, I took it, and he pulled me to my feet. The old Scot had a slight build and wasn’t much taller than I. His facial hair scraped my face when he kissed me, the smell of cologne and cigar smoke awakening something primal within.

I teased the corners of his mouth with my tongue, sliding it past his lips with a moan when he parted them. The taste of smoke and something raw drove me wild. He cupped my cheeks in his rough hands and broke our kiss, his chest heaving in time with mine. Our eyes met and something sparked between us.

Mr. Frazier traced circles over my cheeks with his thumbs. “Turn around and lean against the wall. I wanna taste your ass and cunt.”

The stack of prayer books shook when I leaned against it, the covers pressing into my palms as Mr. Frazier knelt behind me and spread my legs.

I arched my back, pressing my ass into his face. “Eat me.”

He chuckled before pushing my cheeks apart and diving in, his stubble scratchy as he inhaled. The rush of air over my relaxed anus made me whimper.

Mr. Frazier groaned into me, his lips tickling my sensitive flesh. He kissed and licked it, sliding his hands beneath the opening in my tights to stroke my bare cheeks. Rough palms massaged away the sting of McClelland’s reprimand.

Sweet pleasure spread from my aching pucker in waves, my legs trembling as I shuddered and moaned. No man had even eaten my ass with such enthusiasm.

I twisted around and gripped his head, pressing him harder against me. “Do I taste good?”

He moaned and pulled one of his hands from beneath my tights and teased my folds, electric pleasure pulsing from my clit when his fingertips brushed my aching bud. The sweetest tremor swept over me and I groaned, not sure how much longer I would last.

A sharp voice jerked me back to reality. “Don’t let her cum.”

Over my shoulder, McClelland had pushed his pants and underwear down to his thighs. He stroked a thick cock, smooth ball sack cupped in his other hand. His face was slack with lust as he watched, eyes half closed.

Mr. Frazier’s tongue probed my asshole, slipping inside me with a jolt of pleasure. I stifled a moan of ecstasy, not wanting McClelland to hear lest he interfere with my delight. Mr. Frazier’s fingers teased intense pleasure from my clit and I turned back around, releasing my hold on the Scot. If I could keep quiet, McClelland would never know.

“Get her nice and wet for me, though,” said the chemistry teacher. “That sweet ass is mine.”

I clamped a hand over my mouth, desperate to conceal my pleasure as the sexy Scot tongue-fucked my ass and stroked my clit. I submitted to the pleasure welling up inside me as he brought me closer and closer to my release.

He pulled his tongue away, nipping and sucking on my asshole while he grunted like a bull. Two more strokes from his magic fingers and I became undone, my whimpers of ecstasy faint beneath his bellowing. My pussy contracted as intense pleasure radiated from my clit, my asshole clenching and unclenching as I rode out my orgasm. When it got to be too much to hide, I stood up straight and pressed my body against the books.

Mr. Frazier gave each of my buttocks a playful slap before he stood. “She’s ready.”

I turned toward him and he gripped my upper arms, pulling me in for a deep kiss. My ass was musky on his tongue.

He wrapped his arms around me, massaging the back of my neck. “Oh, what a woman you are.”

I nipped his earlobe. “I wanna suck you while he fucks me.”

“Play along,” he whispered.

Fresh arousal unfurled in my core and I pressed my body into his a for sweet moment as McClelland approached.

Mr. Frazier grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. “You’re gonna look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.”

He tugged a sweater up to his chest, hastily untucking an undershirt before fumbling with his belt. I held his gaze, the electric heat between us making me shiver as McClelland dropped to his knees behind me. The darker man lifted my skirt as I got down on all fours, the concrete cutting into my palms.

Mr. Frazier shoved his jeans and briefs down to his knees, breathing ragged. A huge cock with a perfect mushroom tip jutted away from his body, poking my face. Tawny pubic hair covered the insides of his thighs and a pair of big, low-hanging balls. He grasped my jaw with a gentle firmness that melted me, the tenderness in his eyes warming my heart.

McClelland gripped my waist with one hand and slid two fingers into my dripping cunt, making me gasp. With a weak thrust, the sexy Scot popped the tip of his impressive meat into my mouth. I teased his slit with my tongue while McClelland hooked his fingers inside me, teasing pleasure from my vaginal walls.

Mr. Frazier threw his head back with a low grunt, bitter precum oozing onto my tongue. The taste of him thrilled me and I wanted more. McClelland withdrew his fingers in a sticky rush and smeared my wetness over my asshole. I moaned around Mr. Frazier’s cock.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” McClelland gave each of my cheeks a hard slap before pushing them apart, his plump cockhead hard against my pucker. “You just can’t get enough.”

I bore down and he buried his meat inside my tight passage, pleasure making me grunt. Mr. Frazier’s cock popped from my lips as I gasped and shuddered. The gentle Scot cupped my cheek and stroked the side of my head, crooning words of affirmation as McClelland bottomed out, his cries of delight heighting my own pleasure.

McClelland didn’t have Mr. Frazier’s length, but his girth made up for it. My anus ached with pleasure as it stretched around him. I squeezed his fat meat and he groaned, legs trembling. He wouldn’t last long.

Mr. Frazier gripped his cock and guided it back into my mouth. I relaxed my ass and McClelland pulled back until only the head remained inside. My eyes met Mr. Frazier’s and his jaw dropped, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest as I teased the underside of his cockhead with my tongue.

McClelland moaned when he slid back inside me, working up to a hard rhythm. I struggled to take more than the first inches of Mr. Frazier’s length, most of my concentration focused on working my ass around McClelland. The darker man groaned everytime I squeezed him and swore when I relaxed. Every thrust of his hips brought me higher, the pleasure blooming from my ass making my clit throb and my pussy drip.

Mr. Frazier stroked my cheek, the veins in his rod pulsing against my tongue as I bobbed up and down. When I tasted precum, I let him slide from my mouth and nuzzled his hairy balls with my face. “I want your cum in my ass.”

He nodded, gripping his erection and pressing it against my cheek.

“You like men cumming in your ass?” McClelland spanked my left buttock, making me cry out. “Filthy slut.”

His voice devolved into throaty grunting as his thrusts became erratic. I leaned against Mr. Frazier and reached between my legs, ready to cum.

McClelland spanked my right cheek. “No! Not yet.”

I whimpered my protest, returning to my original position as Mr. Frazier pulled my bun loose. A tendril of dark hair fell over my cheek and he tucked it behind my ear. Blue eyes bored into mine as McClelland went deep.

His thighs shuddered against my buttocks and I squeezed him so hard that I swear to God I felt his rigid member pulse and twitch inside my tight passage as he came, filling me with his creamy heat.

“Take it all, you dirty girl.” McClelland slowed his pumping, eventually sliding out of me with a grunt and slouching over onto his side.

I clenched my ass tight before any of his cum leaked out of me.

“Come here.” Mr. Frazier pulled me to my knees and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.

My tongue rose to meet his and he moaned, breaking away. He murmured my praises in a whispery voice as he pulled the rest of my hair loose, running his fingers through the silky strands before spreading them over my shoulders.

I leaned into his wiry frame, the solid heat emanating from him a comfort. “I’m ready for you.”

He laid me down and showered my face and neck with light kisses as he climbed over top of me, his scent and warmth heightening my lust.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and stroked his arms, the sweater soft beneath my touch. “I want your big meat in my ass. I want your cum deep inside me.”

“I’m all yours.” He pushed himself up to his knees, gently pressing my legs back to my chest.

I gripped the backs of my knees, holding them in place as he tilted my hips towards him. My muscles relaxed and a gob of McClelland’s cum trickled out and slid down my crack. Mr. Frazier gathered it in his fingers and smeared it over his shaft, chest heaving as he lined up his cock with my asshole. Our eyes met as he pushed into me and I shuddered with pleasure, grunting like the slut that I was.

He held my gaze while he pumped in and out, chest heaving as a red flush bloomed beneath his pale skin. I never felt more powerful than when a man enjoyed my body.

His cock went deep and I cried out, his impressive length stimulating the nerve endings intertwined between my anal and vaginal walls. A low grunt slipped between his lips and Mr. Frazier slowed his pace, eyes closing as he fucked my ass better than I could fuck it myself. Toys were wonderful, but there was no replacing the warm touch of a passionate man.

McClelland stood, swearing as he staggered over with his pants around his ankles. He knelt by my head and cupped my cheek, turning my face toward his. Dark eyes flickered over my slack expression, a faint smirk on his lips.

“Are you gonna cum around that big cock?” McClelland slid his hand down to my blouse and squeezed my breast.

I moaned my reply, each thrust of Mr. Frazier’s hips bringing me closer to ecstasy.

McClelland slipped his hand inside my shirt and bra, pinching my nipple. “Cum for me, you fucking slut.”

He was lucky I liked it rough.

I pushed his hand away from me, closing my eyes as Mr. Frazier caught my leg and rested it over his shoulder. Somehow, he slid even deeper and my ass clenched around his perfect length, my pussy throbbing with pleasure.

A small part of me wanted to stay silent; to deny McClelland the satisfaction, but a shockwave of euphoric bliss forced all the air from my lungs in a guttural whimper. My body trembled and shook as I writhed on the floor, swept up in an orgasmic fit.

“Here it comes.” Mr. Frazier went balls deep, his cock filling and stretching me tight.

I opened my mouth to speak, but all I could do was groan. My senses were numb to everything but the incredible sensations spreading through my body.

His balls twitched against my asscheeks as he released a huge load. I stroked his arms as we both came, the rapt look on his face making me feel like a goddess of love, beauty, and sex. Mr. Frazier stilled with a sigh and turned his head to kiss my knee before pulling out.

I sprawled out on the floor with a sigh, finally satisfied. Mr. Frazier pulled my leg into his lap, massaged the stiffness from my muscles. Tender feelings for such a generous lover gushed up inside me, but I pushed them away. I had to get out of there before I got myself into even worse trouble.

McClelland gripped my shoulders. “Clean us up and maybe I won’t report you.”

Even after all that, he still wanted to talk shit.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him down beside me, the shocked expression on his face worth the effort it took to scramble over top of him and straddle his head, reverse cowgirl. I lifted my skirt and lowered my ass to his face. “Shut the fuck up and eat my ass, you blowhard.”

To my delighted surprise, he moaned, gripping my cheeks and pushing them apart as he buried his face in my sloppy crack. His warm, wet tongue tickled as he licked and sucked cum from my ass, making me shudder and sigh. My body was almost too sensitive for such an act, but I couldn’t let him off too easily. I didn’t want him thinking he could push me around.

I ground my ass against his face, smiling when he groaned. “Make sure you get it all.”

Mr. Frazier stood, dreamy-eyed as he pulled up his pants and underwear. When his belt was properly fastened, he strode over and knelt, kissing me. I leaned into it and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, eager for a little gentle affection after something so wild. I lost myself to the carnal pleasures of their tongues, not ready to go back to reality and face the consequences of what just happened. To his credit, Mr. McClelland swallowed everything that gushed out of my ass.

The warning bell sounded overhead and a cold panic gripped my heart.

Mr. Clelland pushed me. “Let me up.”

I scrambled away and he rolled over, pushing himself to his feet.

He wiped his mouth as he ran for the exit. “Merry Christmas, Ms. Donnegal. Rob.”

I accepted the peace offering. “And to you, sir.”

Mr. Frazier nodded and moved to retrieve my butt plug from the corner as I let my skirt fall, the flannel catching on my lacy tights. After lunch came another American History class of Freshman. Band geeks and drama nerds. If only I had time for another cigarette.

I smoothed my skirt and my blouse, drawing a deep breath as the bell sounded overhead. I had to get through the rest of the school day before I could even begin to process what happened.

Mr. Frazier smiled, holding out the butt plug as I grabbed my purse off the floor. “Did he get everything?”

I chuckled, accepting the plug and shoving it into my purse. “Are you offering to check?”

“After school? Maybe at my apartment?”

“I’ll get us a pizza.” I kissed him on the cheek and hurried back upstairs.

###

I ended up going with multiple choice questions on the midterm and Anthony Riviani, Sr. sent me a $150 gift-certificate to a fancy steakhouse. I took Rob and we had a great time, especially when we went back to his place and fucked like animals.

Mr. McClelland left me alone for the rest of the school year, and even came to my defense when I refused to create extra credit assignments for a student athlete who couldn’t be bothered to do the work the first time. I would’ve thanked him if he’d let me, but he ignored the email I sent. That I marked up to good ole’ Catholic guilt.

Fortunately for me, I had Rob.