Mr. Jenkins groans and pulls his cock free from your tight grip, erupting onto your stomach in a hot, sticky mess. He collapses beside you on the desk, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

"There," he whispers, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Now I think we're even."

Mr. Jenkins chuckles, sitting up and wiping his hand on his pants. "Of course," he says with a grin. "You've earned them." He reaches into his desk, pulling out a stack of papers and hands it over to you. "Here you go. Just study these tonight and I'm sure you'll do great on your tests tomorrow."

With that, he stands up and brushes himself off before heading back to the front of the classroom.

"I think he does too," Ms. Lusty says, glancing over at you as she continues to finger-fuck Kristiane. "Why don't you have a taste?" She leans forward and brushes her lips against the blonde girl's ear before pulling back with a wink.

You reach out, wrapping your hand around your hard cock as Ms. Lusty moves aside to give you better access.

You slap Kristiane's ass cheek, making her yelp in surprise and arousal. With your other hand, you guide your cock toward her wet entrance, pressing the head against her folds. Ms. Lusty watches eagerly from above, a look of desire and anticipation etched into her features.

Slowly, you push inside, feeling the tightness of Kristiane's pussy as your cock slides easily past the resistance.

Holly gasps as your touch sends shockwaves through her body. She arches into you harder, her nipple hardening under your hand and her breath coming in short, ragged pants. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing to her head.

Your touch is driving Holly wild with desire. You can feel her body tensing as she nears the edge of ecstasy. She moans loudly, almost daring anyone to try and stop you. Her hand fumbles under her desk, seeking contact with your crotch, hoping for some relief from this unbearable pleasure.

The boys exchange nervous glances as they put their clothes back on, the excitement and lust slowly dissipating. "Yeah, thanks..." one of them mutters before hurrying off down the hallway. The others follow suit, each taking a different direction to avoid suspicion. You're left alone in the locker room, your body still feeling the aftereffects of their rough lovemaking. Perhaps you should find a private place to clean up and change...

You find an empty locker room and take a quick shower to clean yourself up. As the warm water washes away their cum and your own juices, you feel renewed and refreshed. You decide to return to class, making sure to conceal your nudity beneath your clothing before leaving the locker room.

As you make your way back through the hallways, students glance at you curiously but quickly look away when they realize who it is.

"God, you feel so good," she whispers, her eyes closing tightly as he thrusts deeper inside her. "I've missed this." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she rides him harder, her body trembling with the effort to take every inch of him.

He groans, his hands sliding up beneath her breasts, massaging and squeezing them roughly before teasing her nipples with his thumbs. "You like this?"

"Yes," she gasps, arching her back off him. "Don't stop." Her hips buck and grind against his as she comes, crying out in release as her body convulses around him. He follows her over the edge, groaning loudly as he empties himself deep inside her.

They collapse together on the dusty floor, panting and sweaty but too far gone to even consider moving. It's only when they hear footsteps approaching outside that they come back to their senses with a start.

Mrs. Arini arches her back off the bed, moaning as his tongue circles around her sensitive flesh. She grabs fistfuls of his hair, urging him closer even as she squirms beneath him. "Oh, God," she gasps. "Yes."

Her hips buck upward, seeking more contact with his mouth, and he obliges, pushing her closer to the edge.

"More," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as he continues to tease and pleasure her. She arches her back off the bed, crying out his name as her body quakes with pleasure.

Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, each one stronger than the last. As it subsides, she realizes that she's still aching for more, and she glances down at him expectantly.