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"Bitchslut!" Simone barked sharply, startling everyone else in the room. "Ass to the class! Move it!"
Heather was eager to leave "the scene of the crime," so she quickly assumed the position again. She'd already walked away from the desk where she'd attached the object so as to draw attention away from there. After taking another couple of steps away, she stopped and stuck her ass high up into the air.
Her nipples had been exposed from time to time since she'd started bending over, but now her tits popped completely out of her low cut top as she bent over yet again. However, this was not an unwelcome development for her. In fact, she had just finished subtly adjusting her top before bending over to help ensure that would happen. She was beyond horny, and reveled in her nakedness.
Earlier, Glory's presence deterred her, but now it actually spurred her on. Now Ms. Rhymer will get a chance to see what REAL tits look like! I can't believe Alan fucks that tiny-titted ugly pig. The fact that Heather had breast implants never crossed her mind. And she calls that a tan. Ha! That's the one thing she and I can agree on: Alan does have bad taste in women sometimes.
Simone walked behind Heather and pulled her "butt-floss" down past her knees. Then she took a few steps back and examined her subject. From where she was standing, it practically looked as if Heather was wearing nothing but high heels and a pair of microscopic panties around her ankles. Almost none of her top or pulled up skirt could be seen. She looked around incredulously, scarcely believing this was happening in a classroom with a teacher present. She particularly stared at Glory.
Glory was trying to look aghast but not completely succeeding. Partially, she was curious. But more than that, she found herself growing increasingly aroused. At first, the presence of Heather had chilled her ardor. But after a while, the very fact that Heather was there, and in such a submissive position, furthered Glory's arousal. Glory imagined herself in Simone's position, standing over Heather, except instead of having to search around inside her for an anal dildo, Glory wanted to spank Heather as hard as she could while calling her rude and nasty names.
She was surprised by the depth and strength of her animosity towards Heather. She'd actually had two or three previous students who were as bad as Heather in their own way, but knowing that Heather and Alan were fuck partners made everything deeply personal.
Glory also knew that she would never be able to look at Simone in quite the same way ever again, to put it mildly. Luckily, the dark-skinned beauty wasn't in any of her classes this year.
Simone joked while resting both of her hands on Heather's exposed and deeply tanned ass cheeks, "I'm not used to doing this actually wearing clothes!"
That comment only inflamed Glory's passions, even as it alarmed her even further. Her head was filled with images of Alan fucking both Simone and Heather at once. Because she was so aroused already, such thoughts only enflamed her lust even more. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to control her heavy breathing. She thought, If they don't finish this quickly, I'm going to lose it. Completely lose it! The only thing that stops me from falling to the floor and frigging myself with abandon is that Heather is here. I can't let her see me like that!
Simone was in a similarly randy mood. Actually, her joke was also meant to be an invitation for Alan to allow her to get naked. She hoped that once the clothes came off, some good fucking would follow, Glory or no Glory. In fact, Simone was thinking that doing it with Glory right there would make everything that much more exciting, and perhaps the attractive teacher would even want to join in. After all, Simone was getting to know Alan now, and based on his considerable sexual talents (not to mention his ability to get what he wanted out of women), she was almost certain that Alan and Glory had fucked each other already. As a bisexual, Simone had more than a passing interest in Glory's impressive "Surfer Girl" body.
Hoping to push things along, Simone started to stroke Heather's tanned and firm skin sensuously.
But Alan remained stoic and silent. He was so fascinated by watching Glory, Heather, and Simone interact that he was content to just be an observer instead of a direct participant, at least for the moment. The one thing he did was nod to Simone to put Heather directly over Glory's big desk, because the sight of Heather's dangling and wobbling breasts were just too distracting for him to take.
So, after a quick relocation to the desk so Heather could rest her bare tits upon it, Simone kept up the pretense that Glory was just Alan's "mentor" and began probing Heather's muscular ass. However, checking to see if a dildo was there or not would take just a few moments, if that was all she wanted to do, but Simone wanted to draw it out. Pretending she needed lubrication on her finger, she repeatedly ran her fingers through Heather's slicked up pussy lips.
Heather started to moan and groan as her hips rocked slightly back and forth.
Glory immediately shouted "Shut up!" because the last thing she wanted to hear was sexy moaning, especially from Heather. She feared it would push her over the edge, and then what would she do? She looked over at Alan's bulge and licked her lips hungrily.
However, Glory's shout only encouraged Heather. She had seen signs of intense arousal in Glory before presenting herself for inspection and was hoping to goad her into losing control. At the very least, she wanted proof that Alan and Glory were lovers. As a result, she was really hamming it up now. She made sure to squirm and writhe around on Glory's desk as much as possible. Her intended target was Glory, and for once she didn't really care how Alan was reacting as he sat somewhere behind her.
She shouted out things like, "Simone, no! I don't want your little fingers! Give me Alan's big fat dick!" and "You're making me so hot, if you don't have Alan follow up with a deep drilling of hard COCK, I'm going to kill you!" But again, she was doing this entirely to rile up Glory. She figured the more she talked about Alan and fucking, the quicker Glory would crumble.
Her performance did have an effect. Glory certainly had no interest in Heather's body in any way, except perhaps to spank, punish, and exact revenge on it. Women's bodies didn't arouse her in the slightest (except for what she considered the annoying aberration of Suzanne Pestridge), and what she was seeing now didn't change that. But the sheer outrageousness and sexuality of the situation was taking its toll on her. This is beyond bizarre that Heather - HEATHER! - is rubbing her tits all over my desk! And Simone's hands on her ass... I'm pretending that's not happening. I'm the teacher; this is my class! I have to stop this! Do something! I could get in serious trouble!
She imagined, and more than half-believed, that Alan would get up at any moment and fuck Heather and Simone right there in front of her in the middle of her classroom. That, more than anything, got her going. She could feel her pussy pulsing and feared that she would climax at any moment. She envisioned the shocked looks on the faces of her fifth-period class if they were to all come in and see Alan plowing away with his usual stamina and talent, and that aroused her more.
She imagined that as they were all discovered Alan was fucking her, with Heather on one side of her and Simone on the other and him fingering their pussies at the same time, and that got her even more hot and bothered. Somehow in the daydream all three women were dressed like high class call girls (or at least they had been until they'd mostly stripped). They were all pressed up against the wide windows of the classroom looking down on yet more student spectators below, with Alan banging into Glory over and over again. He'd already shot one load all over her back and was now pumping her again. He wanted to only fuck her though, leaving Simone and Heather to make do with his fingers.
Back in the real world, Simone was still taking her sweet time. While she kept one hand around Heather's pussy and clit, expertly working them both, her other hand finally migrated to Heather's tight and twitching anus. But she seemed content to merely run her fingers up and down the ass crack and poke at her anus, deliberately teasingly stroking and poking at the entrance to Heather's back door without actually penetrating it. The last thing she wanted to do right now was put a finger all the way inside her best friend and thus bring the show to an end.
Glory could see that Simone and Heather were both deliberately stalling and tempting her. Her eyes had glazed over with lust, but she managed to snap back to reality. It was difficult, but she very consciously and deliberately placed both hands on her desk and kept them there. She knew that if either one of her hands slipped below the desk, it would be all over. Her fingers would be inside her pussy in a flash and nothing would be able to stop her until she got off. Her self-control could only take her so far.
There was only one thing keeping her from doing that, and that was the fact that she knew Heather in particular was deliberately goading her, doing everything she could to get her to break down and lose control. She didn't care so much about Simone, who she barely knew, but she was not about to let Heather snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat. So she clamped down and struggled with all her might to keep her hands where they were, in plain sight, and not between her thighs. Even so, her pussy juices were flowing freely, and her panting made her arousal obvious.
Simone still seemed to be in no hurry to finish her inspection. She was still fishing to turn the situation into something involving actual fucking. Slowly, she began pushing one, and then two, fingers deeper and deeper into Heather's squeezing asshole, but she didn't say a word about what she might have found.
So far, Alan had resisted even touching his erection through his clothes. However, his resistance was slowly crumbling. His hand was drifting towards his bulge, and he was on the verge of stroking it. But when Simone took one of her hands away from Heather's crotch and began fondling Heather's long blonde ponytail, that proved to be too much for him. He snapped out of his reverie and said to her impatiently, "Well? Is it in there or not?"
Simone stared right at Glory, her dark fingers ostentatiously plunging in and out of Heather's tanned ass, faster and faster.
Heather's hips were rocking, eagerly pushing back to take Simone's plunging fingers. She looked exactly like she was getting seriously assfucked on Glory's desk, and that fact just aroused her still further.
Glory held her breath as she watched this anal probing take place just a few feet in front of her. She thought anal sex was immoral and even evil, yet ever since Alan's Televibe manipulations had stimulated her own ass, she had begun to get curious about the pleasures that could be produced in that part of the body, despite her beliefs. She thought Heather was evil, and anal sex was evil, so the two naturally went together, making both seem even more evil than before.
All this "evil" was taking place right in front of her eyes, and yet Glory thought, I can't get enough of it! I can't believe it, but I really do want to see Alan fuck Heather up the ass, right here, right now, and damn the consequences! I wanna see him give it to her good!
But Simone could only delay responding to Alan's direct question for so long. She continued to work both of Heather's holes as many seconds as she thought she could get away with. Feeling a bit devilish herself, she could sense Heather was about to have a big climax and she stopped her anal pumping seconds before her friend was going to explode into orgasmic joy. She said in a disappointed voice, "Nope. No dildo. It's like I suspected. She's just pretending."
That instantly changed the mood and deflated the erotic tension a bit, though not completely. An aura of treachery and trickery now filled the air.
Heather, upset at both her friend's timing in stopping her probing, and her words, yelled out, "Damn you! Damn you to HELL!" But she remained bent over, her nearly naked body heaving as she struggled for air. The only clothes of any consequence she still had on were bunched up uselessly around her lower back and stomach.