“Rains it pours, huh Josie?” Backup boy Darren chuckled. “Keep moving!” While it was unnerving, she did like being punished like this. All of the times she requested her lover Coach Crandell to push her, he was in no league with Reese Teller or Angus Furlong. Roman was merely there when she needed him, which sadly was becoming less and less. She would never let him go but time spent would be few and far between. So many dicks so little time. Gangbangs were more her focus; it was that overpowering swarm that made her feel alive. One man alone was simply not enough, although she had no plans to reject any offers. Better one than none!
Reaching the kitchen area an Asian beauty served her slivers of turkey over mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing on the side. To her left a stunning African American girl with a million-dollar smile added dessert of tapioca pudding. Watching Josie’s expressions both women shared glances between one another and knew very well that the English Teacher was masking pleasure. Realizing their observation Josie smiled and exhaled a gust of lust. “Thank you!” It was for her the second torrential rain from beneath her skirt, not the server’s courteous offerings. They knew it as well. Even as Josie took her tray and tried walking her balance was off. The ladies knew the moment they spotted pink tails peeking out from beneath Josie’s short skirt. Her life! More power to her! That’s what Reese said.
Forced to walk toward Reese without any up-close caretakers she heard “JOSIE!” and deviated her gaze to seek out her gentleman caller. Shaking like a leaf the jolts ceased. Catching her breath, she spotted Science teacher Roger Dundee seated with Shop teacher Damon Rice off to themselves. A glance back at Reese the boy nodded for her to go join them. This was first contact with Roger since their night in jail together. Damon, she had seen when he brought Piper’s Ford Edge home from police impound. She knew what the topic of conversation would be without much thought on it. Shuffling to their table Josie climbed over the bench and sat her tray down.
“Hello gentlemen!”
“How are you holding up Josie?” Damon chewed and spoke at the same time.
“Legs are shaky.” She blushed, “Look under the table.” In response both men sitting side by side across from her dared to dive their heads under to see her vibrators sticking out. With her legs wide and filled holes dripping it was a thing of beauty. Both men raising back up tried not to express laughter.
“They’re killing me.” She just wasn’t admitting as to who her assassins were. Both teachers knew her behavior well so simply let it slide. It wasn’t that difficult finding the culprits, their entire table watching them.
“That there is a whole lot of party balloons.” Damon cocked an eyebrow referring to her lush devices.
Roger concurring with, “I know that’s not a Bluetooth. Uhh? Pinktooth?”, referring to her clit stimulator.
“Call waiting regardless.” She giggled and actually took a few bites of food in peace. “How is Patrice?”
“Still laughing over, it all.” Damon sighed, “Not her first time in jail, only her first time cuffed spread eagle to the bars and bi-encounters. Who knew they still had bars in jail? I thought it was holding tanks these days. Rog and I got stuck in one of those.”
“It was fun if not terrifying. We all have so much to lose if that story gets out.”
“Luckily Carl cut it off at the pass. Guys got clout in Nashville I’ll give him that. Military swagger!” Roger admitted.
“Piper’s money though.”
“Well, at least I got her SUV back from Impound free of charge and delivered in time for work this morning.” Damon chimed in.
“That was perfect timing Damon. Your friend really came through for her. I guess that’s a good sign the cops will keep their word. We were worried all day Sunday over it. OH!” A jolt struck her making her grasp the table and peer over her brows at them. Even feeling the vibrators on hyperdrive she continued her conversation. “Damon? Did Piper or Carl tell you we got you out of being the appointed Basketball Coach? Wrestling is all yours now.”
“Wait! What? Who?” The big black man leaned toward her with interest.
“His name is Tony Gunther. He’s built like Roger…there! Oh my God I’m going to squirt.” Both men swiftly peered under the table into a greedy sight line to watch her pussy gush and flood the floor beneath her feet.
“Niiiice!” Damon puffed his lower lip.
“One of many I fear.” She pants and coyly flips off Reese’s table with a smile meant for Roger. Laughter was heard confirming the Shock Jocks.
“Teller’s Hoopsters, huh?” Roger smirked and gave the boys a thumbs up. Josie mumbled her reaction to his approval with, “Whose side are you on?”
“Theirs!” He chuckled.
“So evil!” She flared her eyes riding the thunder inside her holes.
“So where did Carl find this Gunther guy?”
“He didn’t! Piper and I did. He worked at Macy’s at the mall. Quite fun.” She winked.
“You two tag team the guy?” Roger just knew.
“We did! Right upstairs at Macy’s bedding department. He starts this week but I’m not sure when. He’s from West Memphis but moved this way. Coached basketball over there before…well…he can keep a few secrets I suppose.”
“Bad as all of us?” Roger chuckled.
“We’ll see.”
“You want us to stop Teller from torturing you?” Damon took note of mischievous glares toward them.
“Don’t you dare!” She panted and curled her fingers as if clawing toward both Damon and Roger. “I… want this.”
“Piper sure has worn off on you, hasn’t she?” Roger scowled.
“Jumpstarted what was already there.” She cringed feeling an orgasm rising under persistence. “They’re not letting up on me. I’m going to need carried back to my classroom.”
“We offered. Your game McKellen.”
“I know Damon. Thank you both for caring. I can’t even eat the rest of my meal.” She slides her tray away. Damon shrugging finished off her turkey and mashed potatoes. Eyeballs rolling back at her incoming climax Josie teetered in her seat. It was then Roger reached across the table and gripped her hands to prevent her losing balance and falling backwards over her bench. Squealing loudly all eyes found Roger holding Josie as she came hard beneath the table. Jolts fading Reese Teller and the Ballers gave her a moment of sympathy with Roger intervening. They weren’t certain if he and Damon were going to stand up for her.
Tensing up the Seniors reacted as Damon took to his feet then looked their way. Instead of giving them hell the Wood Shop teacher stretched and smirked at the troublesome bunch. Turning away he took all their trays up toward the kitchen to be washed later. Leaving Roger white knuckled at Josie’s grip she found reality in a devastating exhale. “That was a rough one.”
“I need to get back to class. Dissection day so I need to unpack some frogs. You still need me? You know I’m always here for you.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She blew a kiss his direction. He merely chuckled, “Hey! I fucked Piper after my 3rd. period class. So, I’m slightly horny still.”
“Oh my God! I never thought I’d say this Roger, but… please, please, please ask me another day?”