Chapter 2 – The Circle Closes

The classroom didn’t smell like a classroom anymore. It was sweat now, thick arousal hanging in the air, a sharp hit of someone’s citrus cologne, and that warm, dusty wood smell from desks that had probably heard a thousand secret daydreams over the years.

Four half naked boys stood in a loose half-circle around her. Khalid was still closest cock already out, shiny from her mouth. The others Chidi, Tobi, Yusuf had followed his lead, hands hovering awkwardly near themselves like they weren’t sure they were allowed to touch yet.

Miss A stayed down on her knees a little longer, just letting herself look. Really look.

Eighteen year old cocks, each one different. Khalid’s long and straight, curving up slightly, already dripping steady. Chidi thicker, darker, veins standing out. Tobi cut, head flushed a deep rose. Yusuf uncut, foreskin still half covering the wet tip. All of them angled toward her like they’d finally found where they were supposed to point.

She stood up slowly, letting her skirt hike just high enough to show the lace tops of her hold ups. Nobody dared breathe too loud.

“Hands behind your backs,” she said. “No touching yourselves till I say. That’s my call.”

A quiet round of swallowed curses. They did it anyway.

She stepped right into the middle and turned in a slow circle, letting her fingertips trail over bare chests, brushing hardening nipples, sliding down flat stomachs that jumped under her touch. When she got back to Khalid she wrapped her hand around him firm, base to tip and gave one long, deliberate stroke.

He hissed between his teeth.

“You go first,” she told him, voice low. “You brought them. And honestly… I just want to feel you come inside me before anyone else gets the chance.”

She turned her back to him, bent at the waist, forearms braced on the teacher’s desk the same one where she’d marked their essays a hundred times. She reached behind, flipped the charcoal skirt up over her hips, and tugged the crotch of her black lace panties to the side.

No one had ever seen her like this: blouse still half buttoned, skirt bunched, stockings stretched tight, her cunt already swollen and wet, lips parted and glistening.

“Green?” she asked over her shoulder.

Four rough voices answered together.

“Green.”

Khalid didn’t wait. He stepped in, lined himself up, and slid into her in one long, steady push.

She moaned deep, throaty, no holding back. He filled her just right enough stretch to feel owned, but no pain. He paused when he was all the way in, hips pressed tight against her ass, giving her a second to settle.

Then he started moving.

Slow to start. Deep rolls that made the desk creak under them. Every pull back dragged his head along her walls; every thrust back in coated him fresh with her wetness.

The other three watched, breathing hard, cocks twitching with every sound she made. Chidi cracked first hand dropping down, one slow stroke on himself then froze when her head snapped around.

“I said no.”

“Sorry, Miss A.”

She smirked. “You’ll make that up to me later.”

Khalid picked up speed. Harder now. Wet skin slapping skin filled the room. She pushed back to meet him, riding him as much as he was fucking her. Her breasts swung inside the open blouse, nipples so hard they hurt.

“Touch me,” she ordered the others. “Not yourselves. Me.”

Hands were on her in a heartbeat.

Tobi on her left, slipping under the blouse to cup one breast, thumb circling the nipple tight and fast.

Yusuf on the right, matching him, rolling the other between finger and thumb.

Chidi still looking sorry dropped to his knees in front of her, pushed her panties farther aside, and licked right where she and Khalid were joined: long, flat strokes over her clit while Khalid’s cock kept sliding in and out inches from his face.

That was what did it.

She came hard sudden, violent thighs shaking, a raw cry ripping out of her. Khalid groaned at the way she clamped down around him and lost it two strokes later. He buried himself deep and came inside her, hot pulses she could feel splashing against her walls.

When he finally pulled out, a thick strand of come followed, sliding down her inner thigh. Chidi caught it with his tongue before it hit the stocking.

Miss A straightened up, turned, and looked at the three still hard boys.

“Whose turn?” she asked, voice rough. “And don’t just say ‘mine’ like good little boys. Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

Chidi spoke first, voice scraped raw.

“I want to fuck your mouth while you ride Tobi. I want to feel you gag on me.”

Tobi swallowed hard. “I want you on top. Reverse. So I can watch myself slide inside you while Yusuf plays with your ass.”

Yusuf’s eyes had gone almost black. “After that… both holes. Me in your pussy, someone else in your ass. Doesn’t matter who.”

She smiled slow, dirty, completely satisfied.

“Then get in line,” she said. “We’re nowhere close to done.”

She pointed at the floor.

“Chidi lie down. Tobi on your back next to him. Yusuf behind me when I’m ready.”

They scrambled into place like they’d been waiting their whole lives for the order.

And just like that, the classroom wasn’t a classroom anymore.

It was theirs.