Learned The Hard Way

After the final bell dies down Ms. Davies thinks it's just another meet-up with Terry. Then his buddy Paul strolls in behind him, and her stomach drops. Turns out Terry bragged about their little after-hours hookup, and now he wants to share her like a pack of smokes with his virgin pal. She feels used, gutted, small enough to crawl through a keyhole. For one hot second she remembers thinking their thing meant something. Dumb. Terry's still just a kid with peach fuzz on his balls. She tells them both to fuck right off. That's when Paul steps up. Cooler voice, meaner eyes, zero guilt. He talks her down until she’s on her knees swallowing his cock, spit dripping off her chin onto the desk. Terry watches, dick already out, stunned he’s actually getting away with it. Pretty soon Paul has her bent over that same desk, railing her from behind while she chokes on Terry again. Then Paul decides they should both cram into her at once. One in each hole, stretching her open, hips smacking, sweat flying, moans echoing off the empty classroom walls. When it’s done nobody high-fives. The two boys leave without looking back, and whatever stupid little bubble she and Terry built just popped for good.