Tiffany catches her girlfriend screwing the substitute teacher
Tiffany pressed paused after finally completing that last level of ‘Candy Crush’ on her pink Hello Kitty Samsung Galaxy, and focused on the time on the bottom left corner of the screen:
4:58 pm.
She filled her lungs, and released a long, heavily winded sigh under her breath.
“I swear, this shit better be worth it.”
Down at the far end of the school hallway, several of the lights were off dimming the corridor. Hundreds of beige, freshly painted locker doors lined the tier; they meshed perfectly with a polished cream linoleum floor. It was empty. Turn to the left; same length of cavernous corridor, same pattern of pristine locker doors. Not a soul in sight.
“Fuck it. It should be on by now. It better be.”
Tiffany carefully leaned off the wall and inched her head out from the small alcove of a classroom door down the tier again. She listened closely. The coast was clear. She emerged like a shadow given life, and tried her best to walk light on her toes. The two times her Louis Vuitton sneakers squeaked on the freshly waxed floor she cursed under her breath, and walked even lighter to make sure it didn’t happen again.
She bustled down to the end of the corridor, sliced her head around the corner. That part of the school was even darker, abandoned, the most salient display: a glowing red Exit sign above the door leading down the stairwell. Tiffany set her sights on a door a few paces away from it. She made her way there, crisscrossing across the tier, cloaking herself in classroom doors, looking over both shoulders, until her hand rested on that designated doorknob. She twisted it as slow as possible, listened closely, the flick of her wrist acting as an imaginary volume button to turn up the hint of a smirk creasing her lips.
It was open.
Tiffany didn’t even have to step one foot inside to hear rustling behind a massive row of desks almost stacked up to the ceiling. The collage of school furniture affected a perfect makeshift wall blocking the rest of the room from the immediate entrance. Tiffany stood perfectly still, still enough to make sure her presence in the room remained undetected. That’s when she heard the crooning of a melody that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else but…
“Ooohhh…yeah. Fucking…handle me.”
*** *** ***
Tiffany swallowed hard, monarch’s tickled the pit of her gut.
Candy Crush instantly became her last concern. She grabbed her cell phone, switched modes from stacking coins to stacking video footage, got it ready. She had to navigate over a cluster of white, cardboard bankers’ boxes, climb through a stack of chairs seemingly thrown haphazardly, which coincidentally made access to the back almost impossible, and even squeeze between four, ceiling high, graffiti-laced cabinets to get a closer look.
With each step the moaning grew louder.
“Oohh…baby. Open that…shit up, papi. Get all up in it.”
Tiffany spotted movement.
It was hard to make out from the other side of the room. She moved in silence, got closer. The impression of two bodies swayed in a perverse dance through the forks of upturned desks and metal legs of chairs, but with just the right angle, Tiffany positioned herself in the perfect spot to remain the unknown voyeur.
In the far left corner of the room, a petite, brown-skinned female – five-foot-five, one-twenty in weight – had her legs kicked out like she was being frisked, with her whole upper body sprawled face-forward over a graffiti-stained desk. Her blue and black checkered schoolgirl mini-skirt was hiked up over the small of her back exposing her bare ass; her panties were off, clung around one ankle on the string of her blue on black Nike joggers.
A much older Spanish man in a sky blue dress shirt, tie, and dark blue slacks, was on his knees behind her. Behind her spreading her smooth, milk chocolate ass open with both hands, with his face lodged deep between her firm, fleshy cheeks. From that position, there was no question where he had his tongue – not deep in her pussy, but deep in her ass; the reverberation of licking and sucking could be heard from across the room.
“Eat it, motherfucka. Ohhh…stick your tongue…in there. Get it in there…all the way…up in my ass. Yeeahhh…that shit feels soooo fucking good. I love the way you eat that ass,” the female sighed. She arched her back, deep, and rolled her ass in lewd circles to search out his exploring tongue.
Tiffany extended her cell through the forks of the chair legs to get a clear close-up, zoomed in, and pressed record. The soft, brown features of that young female’s face twisted in ecstasy came into view on Tiffany’s screen. The girl’s eyes were sliced low in a perverse squint, she peered over her shoulder back at her older Spanish conquest; those light hazel windows swam in lust, her bottom lip hung agape, her top twisted into a nefarious snarl.
“That’s…that’s what you wanted, papi? Oohhh…yeah, that’s what you wanted. To turn my lil young ass out, huh?” Her pants grew labored, her chest rose and fell, she slurred in a deep breath, “Fucking …get your tongue in there then. Try to turn me out. Eat that motherfuckin’ ass, bitch, and turn me out.”
Tiffany slapped her hand over her mouth, choked, and swallowed down a muffled laugh.
She worked the small eye of that camera on her cell like an expert video photographer to catch close-ups of her homegirl, Ebony’s, reaction. She panned down to the left…a little more, and got the perfect shot of their substitute teacher, Mr. Valencia’s, face lost in her ass cheeks. The carnality of it left Tiffany’s body nice and hot all over, especially the way he worked his tongue in her ass and pumped two fingers in and out of her tight, little pussy.
Tiffany tore her attention away from their scandalous tryst to search for her girl’s cell. She spotted it on another tattered school desk next to another cell, Mr. Valencia’s cell, cloning every gigabyte of information from his Verizon wireless onto her own.
Tiffany smirked, and sliced her eyes over from her girl’s true intentions just in time to witness that greedy ass eater maneuvering his head lower, tilting it to the side, and spreading Ebony’s ass cheeks open wider. The camera recorded a clear visual of him sensually sucking her left pussy lip into his mouth. He stretched it with his strong inhale, and licked up and down the length of it before doing the same to the right.
Ebony arched her back even deeper, the stimulation levitated her up to the tips of her toes. He spread her pussy lips open with his index finger and thumb, exposed her pink center and little secret. A greedy tongue flicked and danced all over her clit from underneath like a snake rattle.
“Oh…SHIT! I…like that. Right there on my clit. Oh, right there. That feels soooo fucking good,” Ebony panted, short of breath.
*** *** ***
Mr. Valencia ate that young ass and pussy from the back for a good ten minutes before he rose to his feet behind Ebony; the whole lower half of his face was soaked in her essence. He unzipped his slacks, they fell to the floor around his ankles. He sliced open Ebony’s left ass cheek in a firm grip. She was soaked, her pussy lips stretched and flowered open from his intense sucking.
He swiped the head of his dick up and down between them, teasingly; her fleshy folds nipped at his hardness. He grumbled words under his breath in a thick Spanish accent, all the while lightly slapping the head of his erection against both of her fleshy lips. Ebony flinched her little ass back to him with anxious pants.
“Ungh…dale, dale. I’ll give it to you, you little puta. Toma, toma,” he growled, staring down at his veiny shaft slowly entering that little brown vixen. Within two strokes, all seven inches disappeared completely in that eighteen year olds tight little womb. “You’re a hot little fucking puta, ain’t you? You love to fuck. Yeah, you love it.”
He worked his hips like an expert salsa dancer, side to side, up and down, hitting that pussy from the back, from all angles, all with Ebony keeping up with every stroke. She grunted her approval, and twerked her ass back in circles to accept every inch. He began to fuck her, hard, and dug that pussy out from behind like he was demented. Their skin began to slap. The desk rattled underneath her. Each vicious pump walked that raggedy fixture across the floor a few inches in perfect harmony with their combined oh’s and ah’s. Ebony clutched the surface edges on both corners in a white-knuckled grip.
“Papi…papi. You…you like that shit, papi? Tell me…you like it. I want to…hear you tell me…you like it,” Ebony moaned.
Her head bobbed with each pounding thrust, she caught broken glimpses of him over her shoulder, peered up into his face, his eyes. He was so hypnotized watching his dick fucking up in her, he hadn’t even noticed the nefarious snarl she held on him.
“Oh yeah, look at you. You…love that shit, motherfucka. You love…fucking this…young ass pussy, don’t you? Come on, papi, give it to me. Fuck me. Oohhh, yeah, fucking…give it to me!”
“Ye…yeah, si…si!” he panted, along with some other unintelligible utterances in his native tongue; he long-dicked Ebony from behind with smooth, consistent strokes.
“Oh…fuck…me. Give it…to me!”
In and out. In and out. Mr. Valencia dug it up in her pussy, deep.
“Yeah, puta. Oh, you little fucking witch! You know how to take some cock.”
Even from a distance, Tiffany could detect how Mr. Valencia tried to put his best foot forward and put Ebony through it. He held a tight grip on her small waist, remained with a mischievous snarl painted across his grill, and slammed his dick up in her with a purposeful little grind when he sunk in deep, clear on his intent to open her pussy up to his satisfaction.
For close to fifteen minutes, Mr. Valencia fucked the shit out of Ebony, grunting and growling, spewing words down on her, until she stuttered in a heavy pant, “Don’t forget…make sure…make sure you…pull out. Don’t…cum in me, papi.” Ebony held her gaze over her shoulder back at him, head bobbing. “Remember to…put it in my ass. Go head, do it. Put it…in my fucking ass. Cum…in my ass…so I don’t get pregnant. I…love that shit better like that…in my ass.”
Mr. Valencia, with beads of sweat bubbled up across his forehead, pulled out of her soaked passage in the next breath. He aimed his dick at her squinted eye rosebud, placed the head at the tip, then gently squeezed himself right back up in her tight back door. It only took a few strokes to open Ebony’s ass, all the way. In under a minute, he fucked her ass just as hard and deep as her pussy.
“Ohhh…you are fucking hot. Caliente…caliente,” he drawled. He thrust his hips faster, fucked her harder than ever. Ebony threw her ass back on him to meet every one of his ass-smashing thrusts.
“I’m…I’m gonna…gonna cum,” Ebony cried, “Fuck me…in my ass. Oh…I…I’m fucking cumming! That’s it, keep going. I…ohhh…I…fucking love dick in my ass!”
“Agghhh…you are so good, you little fucking minx!” Mr. Valencia chanted; he sunk in deep and let her have it.
“Oh…yeeeeah! I feel it,” Ebony shrieked when his erection throbbed and burst in her back door. “Give it to me, papi. Don’t stop. Keep cumming. Fucking…cum all in my ass. Don’t fucking stop! Keep cumming in my ass.”
That was all Tiffany needed to see, or record, to satisfy her. She quietly pulled her arm from the configuration of chair legs and clicked the power on her phone to shut off the video.
“Freaky ass bitch,” Tiffany thought with an internal smirk before she made her way out of the room as quiet as she came in.
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