Behind the Door, Part 1 – A Porn Story

At 11:07 in the morning, the mechanical monkey on Miss Kennedy’s table patted Cy’s feet, shaking wildly on the side.

Monkey Alerts go crazy every weekday at this exact time. And, after hearing the whole class, the kindergarten stopped their activities and started singing. Miss Kennedy led her waist choir with the cheerest voice.

“Clean, clean it! It’s time! Clean it, clean it!”

The kids threw confetti into the recycling bin and then slide tiny scissors into the padded slot. Others hang crumbling on a row of hangers on a small sink. Then, they lined up to wash their hands.

In Miss Kennedy’s gentle commands, chatty children sit on their horizontal legs, a single square in the semicircle in front of a large rocking chair.

The young blonde teacher passed by the students sitting in a chair.

A bold girl, Mary, swooped into her square and expressed her praise. “Miss Kennedy, you look pretty today.”

Opposite Mary, Eric’s eyes were skeptical.

“Yes, Miss Kennedy, why are you wearing another piece of clothing? You wear clothes often. You used to wear pants.” His lips were caught. His thoughts seem to be reconciling the teacher’s change.

“The flowery dress is so good. I love the flowers on my clothes, too,” Cindy inserted.

Among the children, Miss Kennedy pinched the hem of the clothes with her fingers. She spread it to show off the flowers.

“Thank you, Mary, and thank you too, Cindy.” She sat in the rocking chair. “And, Eric, changing is a good thing. Sometimes, trying new things is a good thing to be different from it.”

“Yes, but what new are you doing?” Eric replied.

“I want to be beautiful today. I love my new apartment.” She stretched out her long legs and shook with her white shoes.

“Apartment? Do you like tires?” Bruce’s forehead was swept up.

“My mom said ‘flat’ when she talked about my stepmom,” Arnold shrugged and shrugged at Bruce.

Miss Kennedy giggled, but stopped the laughter. “You, kids.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay, it’s time to have a birthday song.

“Of course.” He jumped up.

Miss Kennedy told her class, “Is anyone a birthday today? I think someone might.”

Elizabeth raised her hand very slowly.

“I. I do,” she said softly.

“That queen’s chair is for you before lunch!” Miss Kennedy stood. The chair sways backwards.

Elizabeth crawled in. Her face was wide, although shy, and she smiled. She grabbed the chair’s arms and shook excitedly.

Miss Kennedy sat in her seat, sitting on the semicircular pink square of Elizabeth. She crossed her legs in a narrow place and stuffed her clothes deep. Carter placed his head on his knee and his thumb in his mouth.

“Arnold, when we sing, Elizabeth Crown. Ready, class?”

They all started, “Happy birthday to you…”

Arnold crowned Elizabeth. As the girl caught her attention, the girl’s cheeks were flushed with a crimson shadow.

At the end of the song, Miss Kennedy said that all her children knew.

“Several times it was anyone-“

“Queen!” The whole class roared and applauded.

Shortly after that, the kindergarten stood together and prepared to go to the buffet restaurant for lunch.

Before leaving, Miss Kennedy went to her table and picked up a heavy walkie-talkie. She clicked on the receiver, triggering a ras crack.

“Mr. Jermaine, this is Jenner-Miss Kennedy-I have a problem in the bathroom. It looks like I’m going to stop. Can you help? My class is going to lunch now. Thanks.” She held the radio for a moment.

“Will be there,” the male voice was rough.

Skeptic Carter said: “Miss Kennedy, there is no problem with the bathroom. I know not.”

She replied, “And I know yes. That’s enough.” She hoped she wouldn’t be too sharp, but the excitement was shot through her core towards the tip of her finger. Her heart trembled. Her hands trembled. Her knees even trembled.

“It’s time-” she swallowed. “It’s time for lunch. Elizabeth, lead the way.”

“How are you, Miss Kennedy? You don’t need to use the bathroom, right?” Cindy asked. Cindy’s head fell aside as she studied the teacher she loved so much. “I hope you don’t get sick.”

Miss Kennedy tried to smile with her best smile with her broad, bright eyes. However, other things these kids don’t understand and shouldn’t know are about to happen.

“I’m fine, Cindy, but thank you for your inquiry.” She put her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Queen Elizabeth, take us to the cafeteria.”

Antsy Jenna accompanied her kindergarten to the entrance of the cafeteria. After entering the lunch line, she was busy with the classroom.

Inside, she walked into the small bathroom. She slid over the white panties and threw them on the inner door handle. She raised the flower’s clothes, making the hem trapped by her arms.

Her body was overheated like her mind. She had to stabilize herself to avoid falling. Her cat burned wet and sticky.

She heard the classroom’s exterior wall open and sealed. This is a clear sign of his arrival.

Waiting for him, Jenna bent over. Her index and middle fingers spread open her gaps and showed him the beauty of pink, her golden bush beard.

The bathroom door opens. She gasped when she heard her voice. Her body almost climaxed her when she felt a small piece of air.

She looked up at the man in dark skin in maintenance jumpsuits.

“Fuck, Jermaine. I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you.”

He stretched out his rough hands from the back of his knees and his thighs were thin. He patted the tattoo of a beautiful bow on each leg under her cute ass. He placed a rough hand on his lower back where the scattered above her butt. He slides another rough hand between her legs and drags it into a thick cluster of dark hair. Push your finger into Jenna’s unt.

“I need your dick. I can’t wait any longer,” she pleaded.

She bent down and spread her butt as wide as her flesh allowed.

“Looks good,” he said smoothly.

She watched him on her shoulders, lowering the zipper on her jumpsuit from his chest to the trouser. He washed it from his shoulders. It bent its knees. Then he pulled out his long Python Dick. It is upright, its head is already dark maroon, with architectural temptation.

She quickly, begged the bark. “Don’t let me wait. Come on.”

He slapped her ass violently, making her soft skin red.

She gasped. Her face retreated.

Jermaine aligns the cock with her little round asshole.

“Wait!” she said.

“I won’t wait, bitch. You want this. You get what I give.”

He entered tightly with force.

She felt burns, pressure from the flesh and vigorous stretching. She smashed the concrete wall painted white. She hammered it with her fist as she tried to relieve her body.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she hissed, her back arching. She stared at the paneled ceiling tiles.

Suddenly he slapped her ass again and she became the submissive Jenna. Her body relaxed. The pain is relieved and becomes a part of the intoxicating pleasure. She felt every thrust from him was so strong. His cock’s pulse feels magnified.

Her head was enjoying her enjoyment towards him.

She noticed her blue whiteboard markers were misplaced. But she immediately forgot about this when Jermaine grabbed her long hair and tugged at her head. Her face shot towards the ceiling. The tendons around her neck were tense.

“Yes, fuck, fuck!” she shouted. Then she cried and murmured.

The room darkened as the orgasm she pursued began to emanate. It covered her as his thrust entered her ass. The radiation first centered on her hips. After a moment, her whole body thumped rapidly at a rhythm, and Jermaine’s violent attack on her back.

Her first grunt and subsequent cock shaking, she was fired by joyride.

Jenna’s knees were weakened in her orgasm. She tried to grab the flat wall with her painted nails. Her feet in the new white apartment slide on the tiled floor. She placed her forehead against the wall as her chest lifted in the air.

She felt his cock twitch. After speeding up the thrust, it floats.

“Inside me, dad. Come on. Give me. Give it to your slut.”

Jermaine speeded up and drove deeper. Jenna screamed at the floor, hoping to make the sound go away.

In the intense joy, she felt the tiniest movement of his big cock. She knew he was nearby. She did enough that she knew his body.

She tightened her butt, just as her body allowed.

She glanced at her shoulder.

“Fuck, yes! Do you like this white ass? Then cum!”

Jermaine’s white teeth chewed his dark lower lip as he tried to last longer.

“Let go. I want to feel everything in me!” she hissed. She was about to encourage him, but felt the first shot of cum. Then the second second and one third. He tightened her cock to remove every bit of the juice.

He held it, secured it briefly, and then exited. Jenna fell on the children’s toilet. She was exhausted, still climaxing and feeling the asshole sore.

Jermaine wiped off the hanging cock with a damp brown tissue. She stayed in the toilet and rested. Her boobs lowered and lifted like she had just been in a marathon.

She heard him pull his jumpsuit tight.

“Damn, you’re hot. Your ass is tight. Miss Kennedy.”

She took a deep breath. “Fuck. You’re addicted to me.”

After a while, she heard the bathroom door and the classroom door closed. Despite the pain, her asshole relieved her normal tension.

She checked her watch.

She complained, “The monster will come back in a few minutes.” But she once again put forward her attitude with a happy teacher.

She washed her hands and stroked her glittering face. She straightened her messy hair.

She opened the bathroom door.

“Damn it!” She jumped back to the bathroom. She grabbed her panties and slid their legs onto her legs.

After lunch, the kindergarten broke into the classroom after the little play band slapped her narrow waist as usual.

Miss Kennedy appears from the bathroom. She strode to make her walk casually and seemed to be less than a few minutes ago from the deep cock.

“Welcome back,” she said assuming some enthusiasm.

The children continued to talk to each other.

Miss Kennedy announced: “I’m going to give you some free time in class. I’ll be at my desk.”

She worked too hard on the table and chair. She won the victory.

Cindy noticed. “Are you sure you feel okay, Miss Kennedy?”

“Very good, Cindy, good.” She put her butt on the chair, allowing the swing to make the chair squeak.

Miss Kennedy scans the room. “Kids, everyone has a little bit of quiet fun.”

“Miss Kennedy, your face is red and you look like you have a stomach injury. Are you sure you’re OK?” Cindy asked.

“I’m fine. I had a good lunch.”

“What lunch did you have?” Eric asked.

“Dessert. Go play now unless you want to read it.”

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