Chapter 3 – Overflow

The classroom floor felt surprisingly cool against Chidi’s back. He stretched out flat, arms folded behind his head like he was just chilling at the beach instead of lying there basically offering himself as the main attraction. His cock stood straight up against his stomach dark, thick, head already shiny and ready. Miss A stepped over him carefully, one high heel on either side of his hips. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist, stockings laddered in a couple spots from where Yusuf’s eager fingers had caught them earlier.

She glanced down at Chidi, then flicked her eyes to the others.

“Eyes on me,” she said quietly. “Don’t look away. I want you to watch every single inch go in.”

She lowered herself slowly.

The moment her slick entrance brushed the tip of him, Chidi let out a groan that bounced right off the blackboard. She hovered there for a second just teasing then sank down in one smooth, steady motion until her ass settled against his thighs and he was buried all the way inside.

“Fuck” Chidi’s head smacked back against the tiles. “Miss A… you’re so tight.”

She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate, letting him feel how full she was, how wet Khalid had already left her. Some of his come still leaked out around where they were joined, making every little movement slick and messy in the best way.

Tobi moved in front of her face, dropping to his knees. His cock bobbed right in front of her lips. She didn’t make him beg she just opened her mouth and took him in one long pull, deep enough that her nose brushed his pubic hair and her throat fluttered around him. Tobi’s hands clenched into fists at his sides; he remembered the no-touching rule even in that moment.

Yusuf stayed behind her. He’d already coated two fingers with the wetness dripping from her and was circling her back entrance, pressing lightly, testing. She pushed back against his hand right away clear yes without needing to say it.

“More,” she mumbled around Tobi’s cock. The word came out muffled and wet.

Yusuf slid a third finger in, stretching her carefully while she rocked between the two in front and the one underneath. Chidi thrust up to meet her every time she came down; Tobi fucked shallowly into her mouth, trying not to go too deep until she grabbed his hips and pulled him in farther herself.

The room turned into pure sound: wet sucking, skin smacking skin, heavy breathing, the occasional broken little whimper whenever someone hit exactly the right spot.

Yusuf finally pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. He went slow millimetre by millimetre while Chidi held perfectly still underneath her, giving her time to adjust to being stretched that way. When the widest part finally slipped past the tight ring she made this high, helpless sound around Tobi’s length beautiful and raw.

All three of them froze for a second.

“Green?” Yusuf asked, voice tight.

She lifted off Tobi just long enough to rasp, “Green. Don’t you fucking stop.”

They found a rhythm quick.

Chidi and Yusuf taking turns one pulling out while the other pushed in so she was never empty. Tobi matched the pace in her mouth, sliding over her tongue in time with the way her body rocked. Her breasts had slipped completely free of the half open blouse now; someone (probably Tobi) reached down and started pinching and tugging her nipples until they were red and swollen.

She came first this time harder than the one before.

Her whole body locked up, inner muscles clamping down so tight both Chidi and Yusuf cursed out loud. She shook through it, mascara running down her cheeks in dark streaks, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth where Tobi was still fucking her throat. Before she could even catch her breath, Yusuf reached around and rubbed fast circles over her clit, and a second orgasm rolled right into the first.

Chidi lost it next. He bucked up hard once, twice, then buried himself deep and came with this long, guttural groan. She could feel every hot pulse, the way his cock kicked inside her.

Yusuf wasn’t far behind. The sudden extra tightness from Chidi finishing pushed him over the edge he slammed in one last time and came with his teeth pressed against her shoulder, biting just hard enough to leave faint marks that would be gone by Sunday night.

Tobi pulled out of her mouth at the last second. “Where?” he gasped, voice wrecked.

“Face,” she said instantly. “Paint me.”

He stroked himself twice more and came hard thick ropes landing across her cheek, her lips, the bridge of her nose. One spurt hit right in her open mouth; she swallowed it down without a second thought.

For a long moment nobody moved.

Just heavy breathing. Slick skin sticking wherever it touched. The smell of sex so thick it felt like the air had turned to fog.

Then Miss A laughed low, breathless, almost proud.

She eased herself off them slowly, wincing a little at the sweet ache between her legs. Come leaked from both holes, trailing down her thighs in slow, messy lines. She stayed on her knees in the middle of the circle they’d formed around her and looked up at four completely wrecked, starry eyed boys.

“Monday,” she said, wiping Tobi’s come off her cheek with the back of her hand, “you will all sit in your usual seats. You will raise your hands when you know the answer. You will call me Ms. Adeyemi. And none of you gets to come without my permission again until I say so.”

She smiled slow, dirty, completely in charge.

“Understood?”

Four hoarse voices answered at the same time.

“Yes, Miss A.”

She stood up, smoothed her skirt down over the mess, buttoned her blouse with shaky fingers, and walked back to the teacher’s desk like it was just another afternoon.

“Clean up,” she told them over her shoulder. “Then get out before the security guy does his five o’clock round.”

She sat in her chair, crossed her legs, and picked up a red pen.

Like she was about to start marking essays.

Like the taste of them wasn’t still on her tongue.

Like she hadn’t just turned her classroom into something sacred and filthy all at once.

And as the boys hurried to obey licking, wiping, scrambling she let herself have one small, private smile.

Monday was going to be something else.