Author's Note: All parties depicted are over 18, and the scenes within this story take place in a university/college environment.
'Hey Mr. Carpe, sorry to bug you like this, but I wanted to ask you about the--'
Lucille was tucking a strand of her recently-dyed blonde hair over her ear as she spoke, which was why she didn't notice it right away. It was only as she took a step into the classroom in which she had been learning along with the rest of her classmates only ten minutes earlier that she looked up from her phone, tapping the send key on her text message, and saw it.
'Oh my god. Oh, my,
fucking,
god!' Lucille exclaimed. She stood in the doorway, frozen in space for a second, caught like a deer in the headlights. It was a little like a train wreck; too terrible to see, yet impossible to look away. As such, she had plenty of time to take it all in.
Carpe, trousers around his ankles. Reclined on the wall, whiteboard shelf supporting his bare backside. Exposed,
erect
penis out, and disappearing repeatedly into the mouth of... Holy shit. Zara
fucking
Maisie. And Zara - Zara was on her knees, skirt around her waist, legs spread, one hand disappearing between them while the other cupped his balls, fondling them as she sucked, apparently willingly deep-throating her teacher. She didn't turn her head as she bobbed, a soft 'gluck gluck' sound emanating from where his erection penetrated her throat.
But he did.
Lucille was already half-way up the hallway when she heard his call, and for a fleeting instant, she faltered, her rushing legs stumbling. Then, momentum carried her onwards, and she resumed her mad rush, her shoes pumping as she ran to the front desk in the other building across the way, books clutched desperately to her left breast, phone clamped tightly in her right.
Back in the classroom, John Carpe let his head bump the whiteboard as the young university student ran, not bothering to halt the oral sex he was receiving. Indeed, he stroked the kneeling woman's hair, gently urging her on as Lucille's footsteps echoed away.
'There's a good girl, keep going. Faster, faster now... Very good. Every thrust making you wetter, every inch making you more obedient. You're almost there, my pet, just a few more and you can finish with-with me-oh,
oh fuck!'
Carpe stiffened, his hand hardening on the kneeling girl's head, driving it home as her rubbing tongue and suctioning lips brought the ejaculation out of him. He stiffened, tightened, groaned, and felt the first wonderful load rush along his length, disappearing into the mouth clamped around him, never to be seen again. At the exact same time, the woman began to shake, her breasts jouncing as she mirrored his orgasm. A few short, high-pitched squirts emanated from the space beneath her skirt, along with a wet dripping sound and a lot of rapid
schlick schlick schlick
noises - the sound of her squirting past her vibrating hand, which rubbed and finger-fucked the feminine ejaculate out of her in time with her male counterpart.
Lucille ran, panting, into the front office, finding the usual person attending to the desk; the university's general coordinator, a black-haired, late-thirties woman named Rosanna. Rosanna smiled as Lucille entered, the smile quickly turning into a look of concern as she saw Lucille's face.
'Holy shit, quick,' Lucille said in a rush, 'you've got to come, Mr. Carpe is having sex with a student!'
Six minutes later, Rosanna and Lucille strode into the classroom Lucille had said it was happening in, finding it occupied by one person - John Carpe. He smiled as the pair came in, leaning back in his chair.
'Ah, Lucille, Rosanna, great to see you both.'
'Shut it, dick-stain,' Lucille said, fury boiling over. 'I know what you made Zara do, and I know it's probably to get better grades, and Rosanna and I aren't going to let you get away with it.'
Rosanna held up her hand, unsuccessfully stemming the outburst until that point, when the angry and adrenaline-pumped Lucille finally noticed it. More calmly, Rosanna interlaced her fingertips in her lap, her professional black pencil skirt and smart low heels complimenting her professionalism.
The words, however, that came out of her mouth, belied that strong, professional female archetype.
'Master Carpe, how can I serve you?'
Lucille actually took a few seconds to digest what Rosanna had said. When, at last, she did, she recoiled from the woman. 'What the
fuck?'
she exclaimed.
Carpe, for his part, was as unperturbed as he had been when Lucille had first caught him. 'Rosanna, wonderful of you to join me. Please, if you would assume tabletop.'
To Lucille's incredulity, she watched as the responsible, head-strong Rosanna calmly strode towards the nearest student table, hiking her skirt up her thighs as she walked, before she positioned her backside on the edge of the table and effortlessly tipped herself onto it, allowing the edge of the table to part her legs, revealing a pair of maroon-red panties underneath. As Rosanna exposed herself, Carpe pushed his chair back, revealing that he had not in fact been alone; with a soft wet smack, his half-erect manhood slipped from the lips of Zara, who was kneeling underneath his desk. Gesturing, she emerged, licking her lips.
'Good. Rosanna, panties off. Zara, be a sexy little darling and eat Rosanna out until she ejaculates, please.'
As if it were the most normal thing in the world, the youthful university student shifted to the space between Rosanna's spreading legs, and, as Rosanna shuffled her panties away from her flesh, she leaned in, helping the red fabric as it went, searching tongue seeking and finding the older woman's sensitive flesh.
'What the
fuck.
' Lucille said again, staring in horror. Her eyes shifted, taking in the man who now approached her, cock still hanging freely before himself, his semi-hard manhood gently swaying.
'Relax, my dear Lucille. You can ask for anyone in this school you like, but I assure you, no one is going to help you do anything but
obey my orders
.'
'Fuck,
you,
you rapey, creepy mother
fucker,
' Lucille said, pointing at the half-naked man. She glanced downwards, seeing the pendulous appendage. 'Fuck